Miscellaneous

Tales from the Finchbottom Vale – (33) Love at a Gallop (Part 04)

Hazel’s first days training at Larkspur was on the afternoon of the 1 st of June. She was so grateful to Lynne for recommending her, it was perfect for her as the distance between her front door and the stables at Larkspur was less than a mile.

SHE WAS A REAL NATURE GIRL

She was a real nature girl Dancing happily in the meadows

Choice Tales from the Vale – (130) Alison and the Massage Guy (Part 01)

Alison Holmes went to the University of Downshire where she studied English at Abbottsford and it was for her, like many girls of her age, a life defining time. She was in halls for the first year and she shared with three other girls Amy Coates, a tall big busted girl, Carole Bean a tall, beautiful and kindly girl and Claire Jarvis a quiet busty brunette.

Tales from the Finchbottom Vale – (33) Love at a Gallop (Part 03)

Chris Harper was from a wealthy Tipton family in the north of the county whose business was making money, lots of money, and they didn’t care what they had to do to make more. His father wanted to put him in harness the moment he left University. But he turned his back on the family and the business he despised and instead of University he joined the army.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (129) The Full Medical (Part 02)

“Let’s go into my consulting room” she purred and kicked off her shoes and headed up the stairs and he followed on some way behind so he could admire her ample buttocks rearranging themselves deliciously beneath her tweed skirt.

Air Quotes in Lipstick Land (?!?)

We don't know where we came from. We don't know where we're going to. But in between, we think we know where we are and "we" try like hell to hold on...

Stick to your Mums

You’re all invited to sit down and have a quick lil’ listen, To the troubled young soul, lost the one he was kissin’, May have been suggested that it...
Cherry

Summertime Sadness

Summertime sadness Encapsulated perfectly In the liquid golden rays Of soft evening sun That spilled slowly On her naked midriff As she lay in the...

Not Me

Your brush strokes make me smile you have weaved fluorescent purple streaks about my hair. Standing tall on my head, a hat crafted from wire, all...
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