One warm summer afternoon, a long time ago, I found myself wandering off to the local supermarket. It was good to get out of the flat and into whatever gentle breeze was on offer by way of fresh air. I didn’t want much. Which was just as well because I couldn’t afford much. My dole money was enough to cover the basics, but little else. Fortunately we tend to eat less in warm weather. Three years of working hard at university had earned me a respectable degree, which, bolstered by the proverbial rose tinted optimism, I had assumed would serve to neatly shoehorn me into me a decent job. Bu… 続きを読む

Dark Room I was fresh out of art school, proud of my 2.1 hons degree in fine art / graphic design, and working in my first job as a 'Trainee Commercial Artist' (read messenger boy / gopher) in a busy and apparently quite trendy graphic design studio in Oxford street London. Top three floors. Over a shoe shop. I won't name it because A) they don't deserve a name check, B) they probably don't exist anymore, and C) I nicked a whole bunch of really expensive graphic design materials from them during my six month tenure. My pay was £8.57 a week. It was 1970 or 71 ish. That's to… 続きを読む

I said I'd finish the story of Kalena at a later date. So here it is. Kalena took my hand and lead me up to the 'executive bathroom'… 'You honest never look Kalena in shower. Steamy hot and soapy bubble everywhere all over her womanly curves?' 'No. Honest.' 'Can't see if you are sneaky peaky on me, I have shampoo in eyes.' She turned on the shower, and before you could say 'I am so fucking lucky' the room was full of steam. Kalena let her house-coat fall, along with her knickers, and stepped under the hot stream. 'You want watch me now?' 'OK. ' Ahh yoy my little artist of dark.' Tha… 続きを読む

I went to an all boys boarding school in Henley-on-Thames. It was a beautiful house (as featured in the recent St Trinian's remake) set in extensive grounds, with woods, lawns, two lakes, and a fairy grotto. (no jokes please!). It was a wonderful place to go to school. But unfortunately we were only allowed out of the school grounds on Saturdays, and on Sunday to attend church. Yawn. Consequently us horny young boys didn't get many opportunities to meet horny young girls. Or any fecking girls!! There was only the headmaster's wife, who looked like a garden rake, but with smaller tits, and Matr… 続きを読む

I was about ten or ****************. My interests mostly revolved around Spitfires, penknives, the Beano, my bike and space. Every Saturday my mum took me to my Grandparent’s house a few miles away. Mum and Gran watched Take Your Pick, Thank Your Lucky Stars, Candid Camera, Coronation Street, drank tea and nattered about god knows what. But whatever it was it kept them engrossed. Granddad was usually out in his shed at the bottom of their garden fiddling with an engine or some plumbing or bits of wood. Whatever it was it kept him engrossed, and safely out of the way from the idle chit chat… 続きを読む