Slow Stories

An Amy Story (8)
A little background on the new character introduced in When The Music's Over. This story cover's her background, and explains the darkness that Amy recognised in her. This is not a happy story for the most part, so take note of the codes before you read it...

Rob Hudson meets Holly King, and is pretty sure they are meant for each other. Holly's friends, Jane and Anne, take virgin Rob in hand to show him how to give a girl a good time, but although they both want to have his babies, they have an agreement with Holly not to fuck him until after she does. Holly decides to hold off, but takes Rob home where she asks her younger sister to fuck him and he meets the sisters' attractive single mother... Fortunately Rob has a plan to keep everyone happy.

Summer had been hard; hard to forget her, hard to move on. But the first week of uni completely helped change that. I was over her. I had forgotten her. Now, here, I was surrounded by new normal people, including normal attractive girls. I was saved. Or was I? Am I still hopelessly in love with the frumpy girl whom I've been crushing on all through school? And might she actually have some feelings for me?

An evening at the opera, I stand in the « posti in piedi » to watch la Tosca. A young woman glues her body on mine in the dark. My hands and my fingers explore progressively her nether regions. I play her body and I drive her to climax at the very moment where Floria Tosca screams in despair. Slow. The story becomes hot during the 1st act.

When four hardened black criminals fleeing from the law stumble upon a classroom of white women and girls more beautiful than they ever could have imagined, the leader of the gang gets an idea. For the meeting is a disciplinary hearing for four deformed black boys and our head robber sets his mind to finding out just who's really in charge when the rules are thrown away.

A Married Life Story (5)
A medical problem puts a couple's life in disarray and tests them. They are exposed to one another as never before.

On an exploratory road trip to the east coast I found the perfect home in New Hampshire. Now, if I could buy it I'd be happy...If I could find someone to sell it...If I could find out who owns it...and what about the fine red lines surrounding the house when it's foggy? Why do most of the old men look alike and why are the women young, buxom, blond and beautiful. But, most of all, what casts the shadows on the windows?

His father came home from the army, bringing the widow of his best mate and her daughter. They grew up together like brother and sister... / (Reviews)