Twisted Delights (2)

James spent the summer reading the diary, and discovering just how perverted R, G and J really were. He laughed when he realized that the three people in the paints in the main hall were those same individuals. Today, his mission was to get into the Greek folly.

After ditching Alice and the footman, he took the set of keys hanging by the back door and headed out into the gardens. There were vegetables, herbs and flowers on the gardens close to the manse. A huge patio with a low railing looked out over the formal lawns. Off in the distance, hidden by a lilac hedge was the folly.

Follies, those quaint odd buildings that Englishmen were so enamored with usually were modeled after temples or castles. This one was a Greek temple. It took three tries to find the right key. Opening the door was a challenge as the hinges were stiff. Once inside, he turned on his electric torch. The light played over dusty statues, old furniture and other oddities. Moving closer, he realized that some of the statues were…

“Fucking? Fucking statues?” James laughed. It didn’t take him long to figure out that the folly must have been built by Ralph Burleigh, his very distant ancestor. Walking around he found a a large marble altar, complete with shackles still attached. He wondered just what it had been used for. He’d have to check the diary and see if anything had been said. After a brief look at a latticed covered wall, he locked the building up and headed back to the manse.


“Lookit you! Covered in muck. Where you bin?”

“I was digging around in one of the old outbuildings near the barn, Nanny Alice.”

She ruffled his hair, sending a shower of dust everywhere. “Go clean up. Tea’s ready.”

James smiled and headed upstairs.


After tea, he dug out the diary.


Dear Diary,


We had the most lovely party. Everyone dressed up and we played a lovely game of hide the cock! If you were found, you were tupped. If you weren’t, you got to pick who tupped you. Then, towards the end, we were in the temple. Ralph and James tied me to the marble altar and took turns tupping me in front of all the guests. It was terrifying and so exciting all at the same time.


James masturbated furiously while thinking about what had been written in the diary. When he finished, he cleaned up and tucked the little book back into his book case.


The summer went too quickly, and before he knew it, it was time to leave. He locked the tower and hid the keys in his own room. It would be some time before he returned. He hugged Nanny Alice, said goodbye to the rest of the staff and headed off to Woolwich.

The Royal Military Academy was rough. Training was hard, and the fights within the ranks could be brutal. The outbreak of World War II meant that training went from theory to reality. James moved up in the academic ranks. His small size, barely 5ft 5inches, made him the cadet most likely to be beaten.

He’d barely gotten out of the shower when a pillowcase dropped over his head, and a belt tightened around it. Rough hands shoved him onto a bench, and held his legs apart. He knew what was coming as he’d seen some of the other cadets receive the same treatment. Face down on the bench, he felt the warm spit hit his ass, moments before the first hard cock thrust it’s way in. James gritted his teeth so as not to cry out. He tried to relax his body to lessen the possibility of injury. One cadet had ended up in hospital with a torn rectum because he’d struggled.

By the third cock, his ass was greased with cum. When the last one finished, he lay there trying to recover. James pulled off the belt and pillowcase and headed back to the shower. At some point he’d cum himself, and was a sticky mess.


Three nights later, James had his revenge. He’d known the voices of his rapists. One by one, he hunted them down and returned the favour. The last one he left tied to the banister of the main staircase. A riding crop had been stuffed up the cadet’s ass, and a sign reading “Bugger me senseless” was taped to his back.


A week later, James left with ninety cadets to Palestine. Most of them were due to enter the S.A.S. once the short tour of duty was finished. They were there to run errands and deliver messages. It also got them out of England were the bombs were landing in the countryside like rain drops.

While he was there, James discovered women and covert operations. He excelled at both. James realized that he shared some of his ancestors kinky ideas on what constituted good sex. Courier during the day and playboy at night lead him to discover the shadowy underworld of the military spy. Information he learned while fucking the French ambassador’s maid was traded for tips from the Soviet attaché and for possible troop movements from the Americans. That he didn’t mind what sex he fucked or was fucked by made him a very desirable commodity. As the war came to a close, James moved up in rank and responsibility. He moved into the 21st Battalion, S.A.S. and became an expert in counter terrorism and special ops. James also became a Dom, after a very interesting weekend in Soho.

Assisted Living

This one is all Nilla’s fault, and I’m sticking to this story!


“Have you seen Mrs. Townson?”

“You mean Agnes? Five foot nothing? Dirty sense of humor and long gray braids?” asked the second staff nurse at the assisted living home.

“Yeah, that’s her. I went to see how she was as I hadn’t seen her all day. Her apartment is empty.”

“Well, did she have visitors? Go on one of the day trips?” Betsy began to look through the travel roster. As the Village was assisted living, not a nursing home, people could come and go as they pleased. She always thought of the place as a fancy hotel with rather old clients.

“I’m not seeing anything. Guess I should check around. Does she have anyone she hangs out with?”

Betsy thought for a moment. “Ummm, sometimes she visits Ms. Greene up on the third floor, and then there’s her ‘boyfriend’.”

“Boyfriend?” Nancy was totally puzzled. “Who are you talking about?”

“Jerry Greene. He’s on 2NW. Apartment 69. He’s been here about a month, and the two of them gravitated to each other.

“Betsy, you don’t think?” Nancy started.

Betsy laughed. “If either one of them is up to it, more power to them!”

“Should… should I check?” Nancy wasn’t sure how she stood on the idea of old people having sex. She was 36, and barely had time for a quickie once a week. The thought of two people in their 80’s having sex was just… so wrong!

“Yeah. Can’t hurt. We do need to find her before dark.” Betsy smiled and headed off to the cafeteria.


Nancy walked down the hall, and took the elevator to the second floor. When she got to his door, she listened for a minute and didn’t hear anything. The last thing she wanted was to interrupt people. It would be so embarrassing. There was no noise except for some classical music. She knocked.

“Chust a minute!” came a voice from the other side of the door.

Nancy waited. She knew old people moved slowly, but she was about to knock again when the door opened. Mr. Greene stood there in his bathrobe with black slippers on his feet.


“Oh. Mr. Greene, did I interrupt a nap?”

“Why yes. What do you need?”

“Well, um… we can’t seem to find Mrs. Townson. Have you seen her?”

Mr. Greene smiled. “Why yes. At breakfast and a leetle after.”

“Oh, alright. If… if you see her again before supper, let her know that Betsy is looking for her.” Nancy went a bit pink, as the look Mr. Greene gave her made her nervous. Embarrassed.

“I certainly will. Good bye.” He stepped back into the apartment and shut the door.

Not knowing what else to do, Nancy headed back downstairs.


Mr. Greene walked back into the bedroom and shed his bathrobe. Underneath it, he wore black leather trousers, a leather vest and nothing else. He pulled the half mask back over his face and picked the small leather strap out from under the bed. He opened the closet. Agnes hung from a St. Andrew’s cross fitted into the closet. She turned to look at him, a ball gag filled her mouth.

“They’re looking for you Agnes. I sent them off.”

She nodded and braced for the strap to land on her ass.

“Now where were we?” he asked. “Ah yes. Twenty-three!” He swung the strap, which added to the pattern of bruises on Agnes’ ass. Juices flowed down her wrinkled thighs and his erection bulged beneath his leather trousers.

She moaned with passion.

Flash Fiction Friday Higher Ed.

“I’ve had it. One more time, and I’ll lose it.”

“Right. We’ve been screwing on my desk for how long?”

“Six years, fifteen weeks, and two days.” She was tapping her fingers on said desk, blotter replete with cum stains from yesterday.

“You’ve never complained before.” He sighed.

“Yes, I have. You’ve taped my mouth shut, stuffed my undies in for a gag, and turned up the radio.”

“You said you wanted to be submissive.”

“I’m tired of bruises on my hips, ass and breasts from your desk, not your hand or that damn riding crop of yours!”

He laughed. “Oh, let’s get down to the real issue. You don’t want to share. Or should I say you don’t want to be passed around like a bottle of cheap wine.”

She fumed. He had been using her abominably. Last time he’d let forty-five undergrads use her. It had been disgusting. Cum dripping down her thighs, and a nasty little STD. The worst though had been the comments about her using her body to buy a degree. Those snot nosed, pimple faced jerks didn’t even recognize that she was the head of the department!

He leaned forward and patted her hand. “Just relax. We can always stuff a pillow under your ass.”

“Fuck you!”

“No, that’s what I do to you.” He stood up and walked out, jogging a little to catch up to a student.

She followed him. Standing in the middle of the grounds, she ripped off her dress. “Better look! This is the last time you see me, or this institution!”

He turned, looked, and laughed.


Well, I’m late. Granted, I have a rather good excuse as far as I’m concerned. I have a new desk. :) No Advizor, no pics. You’ll just have to imagine me sitting at my new desk, breeze wafting across my skin, sunlight a warm glow in the room and the smile on my face.

For the record, I couldn’t download the pic. I’m going to try and link to it, but if you readers can’t see the pic, head over to Advizor’s blog and take a peek.

Today’s challenge:

Key Words: One More Time

Word Limit: 269

Forbidden Words: Professor, Tears, Road

Extra Credit: Take off your shirt as you write

Bonus Words: Send someone a picture of you writing

Stormy Sex


The clouds rolled in, grew dark and began to spit rain. Lightning flickered in the clouds. Lynne and Quin watched the storm for a few minutes as they relaxed in bed. The breeze tickled Lynne’s nipples and made them crinkle up.

“Hmmm, maybe I should warm you up.”


Quin wrapped his lips around her nipple and alternated between sucking and biting.

“Oh! Oh!” she gasped.

He laughed a throaty chuckle and moved one hand down her belly until he could stroke her clit. Held ‘in place’ by his teeth on her nipple, she tried to squirm, but couldn’t. If she orgasmed, he might bite harder. She finally wriggled around enough to grasp Quin’s cock. It was his turn to gasp. He let go of her nipple and concentrated on fingering her clit and pussy.

Lynne ached to come, but every time she got close, Quin backed off. Finally, she moved around and sucked his cock deep into her mouth.

“Ddddamn,” he gasped. It took him a moment to claw his way back to enough control to continue playing with her. It didn’t take long for him to bring her to a gasping, arching orgasm. As she sat up, and let go of his cock, he turned and pulled her to him. She straddled him and his cock slid into her damp pussy just as a flash of lightning lit the room.

“Oh wow…”

“Cock or lightning?” he asked as he thrust upward and pulled her tight to him.


He laughed. Thunder rumbled.


As they rocked back and forth, thunder and lightning increased. Flashes lit the sky and thunder rattled the windows. The storm was building right along with their own pleasure. Lynne bounced, holding her breasts as Quin grasped her hips tighter as he thrust upward in time with her. She could feel her pleasure build and Quin’s. It was like a heat building up, and she knew he was about to spill over. Tightening her inner muscles, she pushed his senses over the edge.

“Aaaagh!” he cried out as a blinding flash of lightning lit the sky.

“Oh! Oh! Ohhhmy!” Lynne cried out a few seconds later followed by the loudest thunderclap of the storm. It was a deafening noise that rattled the windows. More lightning and thunder lit the sky and rumbled as the two of them twitched and orgasmed.

Lynne collapsed to one side, with a silly grin on her face. The two of them laid there and watched the storm. “Do you think we needed that?”

“Oh yeah!” Then he started laughing.


“I think Thor thought we needed that too.” He kept on giggling until Lynne was laughing too.

“I want to test a theory.”


Quin leaned over and began to tease her clit. He brought her to the brink of orgasm three times before she finally burst. A flash of lighting accompanied her. The thunder almost drown out her cries of pleasure. Quin did it again with the same results.

“I love you, you bastard,” she gasped after the third orgasm.

“I know.”

They curled up under the covers and watched the storm until they both fell asleep.



He’d shut his phone off, and locked the bedroom door. There had been one interruption after another and it was getting on his nerves. Kayla was waiting for him wearing a brand new baby doll nighty. Lots of lace, sheer panels and just a bit cheeky. Sitting down on the bed, he motioned for her to lay across his lap. Kayla did, and she felt him caress her ass through the silky panties. Then his hand came down hard.



“Three.” He continued on until he reached 20. He soothed Kayla’s reddened ass and then stood her up.

“Only 33 more to go Daddy.”

“Yes, and you are doing very well.” Even though it was his birthday, she got the spankings.


Ding Dong! Ding Dong!


“Who is at the door this time?” He grabbed his bathrobe and headed downstairs to the front door. When he got there, there was a big box on the front porch. There was no sign of any delivery person either.

“Kayla, did you order anything?”

“No Daddy.” She too had put on a robe and had come down stairs.

“Well, this box is too big to get in the door. I need a box cutter.” He headed to the kitchen and got one out of the drawer. He came back and before he cut the box, he noticed it had a tag on it that said, “Pull to Open.”
He pulled the tag, and to his surprise, the box began to unfold. Inside were four people dressed as Vikings. The one in front handed him a scroll. On it it said: “Happy Birthday Southern Sir! Love from all your Blogging friends.” He smiled, and the quartet began to sing:

Flash Fiction Friday Flights of Fancy


Coffee, tea or Me?” Ben thought as he saw Vera. He smiled. “New uniform?”

“Well, I thought I’d wear something besides the standard pilots uniform. Yet, I couldn’t make up my mind.” She sauntered towards him, the bikini bottom barely covering her mound.

“I… um, what do you have?” Ben swallowed, his cock surging to life beneath his trousers.

“I have a nice jump suit. It cups my ass, and hides my legs.” She cupped her ass with her hands and bent over to demonstrate.

“Oh.” Ben thought of ice water, cold showers, his 5th grade teacher. It wasn’t helping. His cock grew stiffer.

“Or, I could wear a slinky little black number I got down in Rio.” She picked up a dress from the seat, and held it in front of her. It was black lace with denser material across her breast and loins. It was low cut at the neck and very short.

“Umm, that’s nice.” Ben pulled at his tie and shirt collar. His cock was straining against his zipper.

“Then again, I could wear this.” Vera held up an ivory halter top dress, that would barely cover her ass. It looked more like pool side wear than a dress.

Ben groaned. A damp spot appeared on his trousers. “Wwhat would the FFA say?”

Vera walked over to him, knelt, and undid his trousers. They fell to the floor, followed by his boxers. Her lips wrapped around his cock, sucking and licking it.

“Oh, oh damn.” Ben’s hips rocked as she sucked him off. Her hands gripped his ass, as she gave him the blow job of his life. His hand buried itself in her hair as he steadied himself. Her tongue flicked as she sucked. Then one hand cupped his balls while the other traced down his ass.

A strangled cry issued from his mouth as his balls tightened and the orgasm ripped through him. “Aaahh!”

Vera sucked him clean and then stood up. “Well? Which outfit?”

“The black one if we could do all this again later.”

“Of course. It’s all part of the service.


Not sure why, but I had World Cup Soccer on the brain. As it was obviously a private plane, I figured that I’d make sure that the pilot had everything well in hand. Oh, and as she was the pilot, I took the extra 50.

Advizor’s challenge was:

Key Words: FAA (or local equivalent), Service

Word Limit: 300

Forbidden Words: Flight, Mile High Club

Extra Credit: Add an element of Truth

Bonus Words: 50 if she’s not a stewardess

Vortex (11)

Yes, it’s been a while. Still too much going on with too little time to write. 

Three days later, Ken and Sadie loaded their bedding into the wagon. They were headed home. Other folks, closer to hand, had come down to help the decimated farm. They’d said their goodbyes at breakfast and were heading out before it got too hot. As Ken handed Sadie into the wagon, a man came up carrying something under a scrap of quilt.

“This is for you and the missus.” He handed the object to Ken.

Ken put it down and unwrapped a corner. It was a cradle. “I… I can’t…” he started.

“Yes you can. The family that owned it don’t need it no more.” The man pointed towards one of the small piles of rubble that had been a cabin. When they had cleared it, they had discovered the whole family dead. “I made it for them, and it would help to know it’s going to a new family.”

Tears welled up in Sadie’s eyes. “Thank you.”

The man nodded and walked away. Ken wrapped it back up and stowed it in the bed of the wagon. Then he climbed up and took the reins.


Late that afternoon, Ken and Sadie drove into the main yard of the farm. Most of the damage had been cleaned up, leaving only scoured ground and fresh repairs showing. It was obvious that people were getting back into routines. Nanny met them in the yard.

“Come into the kitchen and tell me what you found.” Nanny turned and headed into the house. Sadie and Ken followed. While they ate, they filled Nanny in on the various issues. She made notes of the problems.

“We would have lost all of them if we hadn’t gotten there when we did.” Ken paused mid bite. “We should make sure that any storm shelters are clear, or have a sheltered entrance.”

“I see what you mean.” Nanny was looking out at the barn, where their storm shelter was. “Or, we need some kind of equipment to hand so that we can get out in case the entrance is blocked.”

Sadie nodded along with Ken. “Too bad we don’t have the fancy weather reports like they use to that told when storms were coming.”

Nanny nodded. “What else?”

Twenty minutes later, Sadie headed upstairs to the bathroom. She wanted a nice long soak and a nap. If she was lucky, she’d get the bath. When the tub was full, she climbed in and sighed as the water began to soak away the aches and pains of the last week.


“You going to drown?”

Sadie shrieked and sat straight up in the tub. Ken laughed.

“How long have you been sitting there?”

“Just a minute or two. I wouldn’t have let you drown.”

“That’s nice to know.”

Ken’s finger traced her nipple, which jutted out of the water. It responded by turning pink and tightening up. “About that ‘itch’ we wanted to scratch.”

“Have you bathed?”

“I will as soon as you’re out of the tub. Even got Nanny to move everyone out of your room.” He smiled.

Sadie finished washing up and got out of the tub. She dried off, wrapped up in a bathrobe and headed down to the room.


Ken washed quickly. His cock swelled in anticipation. “Down boy,” he said softly. Once he’d washed the sweat and dirt off, he got out and wrapped a towel around his waist. When he got to the bedroom, Sadie was on the bed, fast asleep. He sighed. Locking the door, he dropped the towel and climbed onto the bed beside her. The air from the open window tickled the hair on his back. He spooned up to Sadie and held her.


Sadie dreamed. She was running from something, and the wind was blowing her hair across her face. Debris carried by the wind buffeted her body. A branch bumped her ass, and she felt herself falling. She woke with a start, to find Ken curled up behind her, an erection pressing against her thighs and the breeze blowing the curtains.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, just a dream. A tornado dream. Must have been caused by the breeze, and this.” She wrapped her hand around his cock. Ken moaned. Sadie smiled and slowly stroked him.

“Been too long. You do much more than that, and I’ll…”


Ken nodded. Sadie smiled and bent her head to take the head of his cock in her mouth. She licked the warm flesh, and tasted a drop of pre-cum.

“Ssssaai-de!” Ken gasped.

She took more and more of him into her mouth until her lips were stretched around him. He groaned again and grabbed her by the shoulders.

“No more,” he said.

Sadie smiled. It was her turn to gasp as he held her and slid one hand up between her legs and began to finger her pussy. “Oh!”

Ken smiled. He felt the cum drip on his thigh in anticipation and worked her pussy until she was very wet. Then he moved to kneel between her thighs as she knelt on the bed. Rubbing his cock across her lips sped up his heart. Slowly, he entered her, while thinking of ice storms, windy weather and anything else that would keep him from exploding before he’d stroked in and out twice.

Sadie gasped as she felt him work his way in. She felt so full and stretched, and yet it was so good. She pressed back against him, driving his cock in deeper. She knew that this first time would be short, but she didn’t care. Her breasts bounced as the thrusts increased. Ken grabbed her hips and thrust harder and harder until he growled out an orgasm that flooded her.

“Arrrgh!” Ken shuddered and partially collapsed against her. He felt that Sadie hadn’t quite reached that orgasmic bliss, and holding him to her, lowered them to the bed. While spooned, and with his cock deep inside her, he reached around and began to play with her clit.

“Oh, oh oh yes,” she moaned as the orgasm began to build. He would let the tension build and then slack off as he felt her muscles clamp around his cock. After the third time, he rubbed her clit in long circling strokes until she arched off the bed and came in an explosion of pleasure. Cum dripped from her pussy.

“Th-at was so good,” she finally managed to say.

“Think we needed that?”


“Give me a few minutes to rest and we’ll go again.” Ken wrapped her up in his arms and held her as they drifted off to sleep.


On the front porch, Nanny and the aunties smiled.