Claire Parker Kinky and Ravished

This story is part of a series, and I highly recommend reading from the beginning. I am not a great writer and have mild dyslexia, so I apologies if my spelling and grammar are not perfect (i'm also from the UK so there are plenty of non American spellings), hopefully it doesn't take away from the story. I spent most of the time writing this leaking into my pants, I hope this gets you off as much as it does me. ------------------------------------------------------- Slowly stirring from my sleep, I stretched under the covers and a pleasant sensation spread across my torso, remembering what I was wearing when I went to bed I smiled at the caress of the fabric on my skin. It was a strangely comforting feeling, the pressure from the bra, panties and nightie felt like being held gently. Peeling off the duvet I stepped into the room and was greeted by the mess from the night before. The lingerie I'd been wearing lay strewn on the floor, it was heavily soiled and would absolute

Chapter 7 Working it Out So, I walked out of the room. I didn't give him a chance to tell me he was leaving town for a week, but he scribbled it all down on a note, ending with how he hoped he didn't find all his stuff thrown out on the street when he got back. The reasons were work related as his responsibilities picked up more, and that was pretty much all there was to it. Two years later, like this, we were no longer coworkers, with both us having left that job we met at, and he had landed a real good one this time. I was in between work, yet better off when it came to finances, so I was at home more. With time to think. I remember sitting down the table that morning and just blowing my lips out, slumped on my arms, and feeling a bit of a loss, as the morning hours ticked away on the clock on the wall. I had dealt with what he said for quite a while last night until I just fell asleep. Like typical guys, we retreated to our respective corners and just left it alone, but no

First the water comes up to his neck. Then it covers his mouth, then his nose, until finally it's lapping at his eyelashes. Diamond feels more relaxed than he has in decades. He lets himself sink down, lets his stress seep out into the sulphurous wet heat. Goddamn, he missed this. Firm hands come up to tug him down the final inches, and he spreads his legs wide. 'Ah-hhn.' That's the base of Pearl's dick, always the fattest part, always a spark of tearing pain and then his brother's balls are tight against Diamond's taint. He feels his skin hanging loose around jellied bones, like a ragdoll on a stand, like the only thing holding him up is Pearl's cock, a steel rod running into his core. He rests his back on Pearl's chest, feels it rise and fall with his own. With his eyes closed Pearl's warmth and the water's blur into a cocoon of comfort that is, for the moment, all he knows. They are still surrounded by the slow boil of adult voices, punc

Marijuana, Dagga, Kush, Weed. No-matter what you call it, the fact remains I am useless with it. Which is why I have opted to stay away from the dirty wonder weed. That was until it was gifted to me, not by some shady dealer in a dark alley, but by my future sister-in-law. She handed me the little bags, off what looked like moldy herbs, and then began to recite her drug Ted Talk about, what strain it was, where and how it was grown and on and on. She had obviously assumed that, I had puffed my way through adolescence. As we pulled into the gate of the little cottage where I was staying, I thanked her for the present, and the ride home. "Have a good time", she laughed. "Okay, how to I roll it?" I replied sheepishly. The look on her face was priceless. She'd just spent the last 45 minutes, giving her sermon on Weed to someone who, had no fucking clue what she was talking about. The drivers door flung open and out strode a rather determined looking SIL. "Oka

Author's Note: This chapter picks up where chapter five ended; the story continues here. I hope you'll enjoy the unwinding saga of Neil, Kat, Amy and the folks they meet along the way. I'd like to ask, please help me to improve on future stories. Leave a note about how you reacted to the story. Also, if you are interested in proof or a beta reader, please reach out to me; I'd like to hear from you. As always, all the players are over 21 in this fictional character study. Chapter 6 What's next doc? "Neil? What's with Ru? I thought you told me that he's a heading dog and not a retriever?" "Amy, or more fully, isn't it Amelia? You're funny; then again, that was kinda funny. Kathleen? In many ways, she has reinvented herself. There aren't that many people that hold two terminal degrees. She's a very complex woman, someone who was lost in a world where she didn't see herself fitting in. I just hope that the time she spent in s