TGIF… 11 days and counting… this week’s Fantasy Friday tale comes with a warning:
READ WITH CAUTION - TOO HOT TO HANDLE!!
‘Twas the crofter’s daughter’s fault. The youngster worked my poor pillicock all night long and well into the morning, worked it like a calf at her mother’s teat. Her rosy cheeks played the bellows, and when that failed her, she presented me her buttocks, a perfect expanse of Devon cream which would surely raise the dead. Alas, after hours of such usage at her hands, and mouth, and all parts below, and between her lovely breasts, and (if I was not too addled by mead to remember correctly) once between her feet, I could no longer rise to the occasion.
“You’re useless, Edmond Scrivener,” said she, but with a kind smile.
“How many times did I beg for sleep, Elsbeth? If you had granted my request, I’d be a man of fire for you even now.”
“If you would pay me by the hour rather than the act, I would let you sleep the night away. But no, you make a girl work for her shillings. It’s inconsiderate.”
She rolled off me and found my purse.
“What’s it to be, then?” said I. “Five times ten –”
“Six. Six times ten.” Her face became a mask of concentration while she dressed herself. “You’re forgetting the time I straddled your face whilst taking you down my gullet. If you hadn’t sneezed, I might not have realized I was smothering you. And then where would I be? Facing the gallows, that’s where.”
I rose from the bed and slapped her murderous buttocks. “Thank you for not killing me with kindness. Now, take your money and be gone before her ladyship comes to check on me.”
Elsbeth took her coin, her eyes on me the whole time. “The snail hides in his shell,” she said. “I should give you to-night to rest.”
“You should give me a fortnight! Now please, my sweet, hurry home.”
“Not yet. Practice your cough.”
I coughed once, twice.
“Do I sound like a consumptive?”
“You sound like a meadowlark. But her ladyship grew up with nought but clean linen and clotted cream. She won’t know the difference.”
A rap on the door startled us both. Not a delicate tap, like the call of my wife, the Lady Bainbridge; this note had iron in it.
“Out the window!” I whispered.
From the door, an ancient voice of unknown sex: “Lord Bainbridge? Are ye decent?”
Elsbeth mouthed the words, Tomorrow, my love, and slipped out into the garden. I blew her a kiss, then gave my most practiced wet cough. “Give me a minute, please. But I’m ill — you enter at your own risk.”
A different but equally withered voice said, “Edmond Scrivener, for two years I changed your diapers. After that, consumption holds no fear.”
“Biddy?”
“Compose yourself quickly and let us in,” said my old nurse. “We’re on a mission from her ladyship and we won’t stand for your foolishness.”
At speed, I stripped down the incriminating bed sheets. What other signs were there of my adultery? A morning breeze had aired the room, but I still smelled of my buxom farm girl. Naked, I stepped into my wooden tub and upended the ewer. I toweled myself dry, put on a robe, and opened the door with a perfunctory cough.
I beheld three hags: Biddy, never a tall woman but now bent like a shepherd’s cane, her snow white hair tied behind her in a complex braid; Mother Katheryne, the midwife, a toothless sow with eyes grayed from the cataract; and Margret Cheddar, wizened face like a dried apple, eyes like black marbles. She I feared most, for she had stood down the witch hunter three winters past, turned the mob against him and had him burning at the stake, all before finishing her morning biscuit. Margret Cheddar held a large bag in one hand, a gnarled staff in the other. With this staff she prodded me in the chest, pushing me back into my room.
“This needn’t be unpleasant, Lord Bainbridge,” said Margret.
Bereft of dignity, I sputtered, “What . . . what’s this –”
Biddy smiled. “‘Taint it obvious, Edmond? Her ladyship’s family needs a male heir. Your mother-in-law grows tired of the flatness of her daughter’s womb.”
“But, but –” Cough. “I’ve been ill.” Cough.
Margret raised her staff.
“But I shall recover soon!”
With the speed of a far younger woman, Margret swept the staff from left to right, parting my robe, revealing my shriveled pillcock.
Blind Mother Katheryne stepped behind me, took hold of the cloth, and pulled, completing my shame, whilst Margret knelt to inspect my manhood.
“My, my, my,” she said. “Sisters, we have our work cut out for us.”
***
Understand that I love my wife. But Wynefrede, the Lady Bainbridge, is a delicate creature, fragile as the finest crystal goblet. When I rode her on our wedding night, she cried so piteously I thought she would shatter. Her anguish, along with the feel of her flesh (cool), the scent of her womanhood (mothballs), and the response of her loins (still as a glacier), made it a miracle that I could perform at all that first night. Sadly, no child came from that union, but I am not surprised. The monks say conception requires the woman to burst forth in passion, much as does the man. But then, what do monks know of sex with a woman?
Ever since, I had moved from one feigned illness to another. Seven months passed and Wynefrede, such a simple, trusting soul, became careworn, concerned that I would leave her a childless widow.
Thinking back on it, I should have expected the crones’ visit.
“What if I refuse to submit?” said I, ignoring the plain fact that the examination had already begun.
“The stones are firm and of ample size,” said Mother Katheryne, pinching me between her icy fingers.
Biddy patted my head, much as she used to when I was a child. “You’ll not refuse. You enjoy your station too much, I think.”
Margret took hold of my pillcock. “It’s rope he lacks. What shall we do?”
Biddy knelt down for a closer inspection. “He’s fully cloaked, not cut like a Hebrew.”
“What of it?” said Margret.
“Trim the wick, and the lantern burns brighter.”
“True, true; and I have pinking shears in my sack.”
I gasped. “That’s barbarous!”
“Jacob had twelve sons, and a daughter as well!” cried Biddy.
“Father Abraham had only two,” I countered.
“And you have none,” said Margret. She lifted my tiny weapon in her fingertips. “But I fear you need all the length you have. We must find another way.”
“Let me check for blood flow,” said Mother Katheryne. “For what’s a dam, without a river behind it?”
I was still trying to make sense of that last comment when the midwife joined the other two, kneeling before me like worshipers on Easter Sunday; and then, a horror! She applied her toothless gums to my hapless cock and sucked like a limpet.
“Anything?” said Margret. Mother Katheryne shook her head.
Of course there was nothing. Elsbeth had already drained me of life. But I could hardly confess my crimes to these three.
If I could rise again, I might free myself from their ministrations. I closed my eyes, imagined Elsbeth performing her wonders, and willed my manhood to swell.
But, alas.
“Part his legs,” said Margret. “Bend him over the bed.”
“What are you –”
“Silence! You’ve brought this on yourself, Lord Bainbridge. I heartily suggest the next words from your mouth be, ‘Thank you.’”
Biddy whispered in my ear: “She means to say, your sweet wife mourns for her husband, the love of her bridal chamber. By submitting to us, you’ll give the girl new hope. Now be of good cheer, Edmond, and let us practice our art.”
While she spoke, Biddy caressed my wrists. But a sudden tug showed me my error: she had bound my hands with hemp. From across the bed, she jerked the rope, pulling me down, and tied the far end to the bed frame.
And so I found myself with my knees scraping the oaken floor, my back exposed to the heavens, my arse cooling in the morning breeze. Whilst Biddy and Mother Katheryne positioned me, I could hear Margret rustling in the sack. Reassurances aside, the thought of her pinking shears made me shiver.
“This gives me no pleasure,” said Margret. Then, “Kathy, be a dear and check for activity.”
The midwife crawled between my thighs, placing her head between my loins and the mattress’s edge. She had no sooner planted her mouth on my cock than I heard a sharp snap and felt a hot stripe across my thighs.
“I’ll not be beaten!” I cried. “I’ll take the annulment instead!”
“There are no grounds for annulment,” said Biddy. “Her ladyship swears you took her maidenhood. She could swear otherwise and free herself of a useless appendage, but the Good Lord help her, she loves you. Now, please, dear boy, make it easy for yourself and concentrate.”
How could I think of passion with my nursemaid at my ear, one hag gumming my member, and a another whipping my buttocks? For by now, Margret had found her rhythm. The switch lashed me with the regularity of a harpsichordist’s metronome, inflaming my skin but not my desire. Meanwhile, Mother Katheryne’s dry tongue rasped my balls while her gums clamped on me with bruising force. A valiant effort, but she might as well have tried breathing life into a Yorkshire pudding.
Margret paused for a brief, blessed moment. “What say you, Kathy?”
Without dislodging herself, the midwife shook her head. Margret applied herself with renewed zeal, lashing my thighs, arse, and back until I felt certain I would have no skin left to me. My body blazed, but the fury would not settle in my manhood. I chewed my lip to keep from crying out. How did the crone maintain such strength?
“Biddy, get the pig’s bladder. You know what you have to do.”
Pig’s bladder? By heaven, what could she mean by that?
“You may not remember this,” said Biddy, “but I did this to you once before. Poor dear, you’d got into Cook’s oatmeal and ate your fill, and then your bowels slammed shut, and I had no choice but to –”
“Stop your prattle,” said Margret. “You know what must be done.”
My buttocks throbbed with pain but Margret’s plans concerned me more. I tried to look over my shoulder, but she swatted me on the ear with the switch.
“Behave!”
The next few moments were interminable. I wept with fear while Margret and Biddy rustled around in the sack, grousing about the poor quality of the butcher’s wares these days, and did you call this top quality lard? I wouldn’t smear this on a wounded heifer, Margret complained. It’ll serve its purpose, Biddy said. Meanwhile, the midwife fretted at me with her mouth, humming Greensleeves all the while.
Suddenly, I felt deft fingers parting my buttocks. I feared the worst.
“I’ll not be buggered,” said I. “Anything but that!”
“Silence, boy,” said Biddy. “It’s not a proper buggery unless another man does it to you. This, this is just . . .”
“Tough love,” said Margret. “Do it, Biddy.”
And then my nursemaid entered me with her finger. The shock took my breath away, but it was nothing compared to what followed. First the one finger, then two. Pain stabbed downward into my balls and I thought Biddy would surely split me in two. Then, thankfully, the pain subsided.
Until she added another finger.
Margret said, “Kathy?”
The midwife parted from me with a sandy popping sound. “Only the faintest stirrings, Sister. I believe we have a tool that is more spent than rusted.”
Margret’s powerful hand twisted my ear, making me shriek. “Is there truth to that, Lord Bainbridge? Have you been planting your seed in the fields of another?”
What could I say that would not make my predicament worse? Only one thing.
“I have Onan’s curse,” I said, gasping from the pain in my ear. “I indulged myself five times last night alone. So that’s the truth. So you can stop your torment because it’s futile, I tell you.”
“An Onanist!” said Margret. “It explains much, but it doesn’t save you. We’re tasked with finding a way to make you firm, and we’ll not stop until we succeed. Kathy, do you think there’s a chance?”
“There’s always a chance, Sister. Biddy has the right idea — I felt the first hint of a response when she probed him a moment ago. But stronger medicine is required.”
“Indeed,” said Margret. “The root of fire puts fire in the root.”
I didn’t like the flavor of that. The sack rustled yet again.
“Biddy, take this, shave it. Make him watch.”
My nurse came into view, standing across the bed from me, and in her hands she held a dirt-covered horseradish as long as a grown man’s forearm. She held it at its tapered end and used a fisherman’s knife to shave the grime and skin away, taking care to preserve the bulk of the rounded end.
“Get back to it, Kathy. Perhaps the fear will make him swell.”
Fear I had aplenty, but precious little blood. I closed my eyes, squeezing out the tears. Would there be no end to my torture?
But I could not flee. If I did, the crones would tell Wynefrede of my lie; I might not have much lust for my wife, but I would not see her shamed. If only I could revive one last time!
“Please,” I said, “give me time. I’m sure I can manage to do my duty tonight. One night, that’s all I ask, and if I do not satisfy my lady, you can do your worst tomorrow morning.”
And then, a familiar voice, as pure and cold as winter’s first snow: “I wish I could believe you, my love.”
I looked over my shoulder again — there at the door stood Wynefrede!
“My darling, my love, make them stop. Please, I’m a sick man.” I coughed for good measure.
“No more lies, Edmond. Waiting behind the door, I heard your admission. Why do you prefer your hand to my warmth?”
What warmth? I almost said, but I remembered my vulnerable position.
“Biddy, give me the root,” said Wynefrede.
She was merciful, my wife. I’ll give her that. She entered me with the tapered end.
The effect was immediate. I screamed, certain my lady was branding me, half convinced I could hear the sizzle of my flesh; but then she pushed the horseradish deeper, and I could feel the fire consuming my loins.
That’s when something odd happened. The midwife gagged, then pulled away.
“We have iron!” she cried.
“Get him up on the bed and roll him over,” commanded the Lady Bainbridge. “Kathy, step away. Biddy, you work the root.”
They turned me over and the hemp wound tighter, squeezing my wrists. My wounds roared from the whipping, but that was nothing compared to the savage flame burning my arsehole. I thought surely I would pass out from the pain, but no such relief came my way. Through a red haze, I saw my wife pull her gown over her head. Beneath, she was naked as a fawn.
It was not a red haze that eclipsed my vision; Wynefrede herself burned with passion. But could I maintain myself? Just as my mind put form to this doubt, Biddy started buggering me with the root. My screams became weak moans as my life ebbed away, finding its last repose in my bedeviled cock.
I felt my wife settle onto me, hot and wet, and soon she rode me hard, grunting with the effort. By now the pain in my arse had blossomed, swallowing me body and soul, until I felt like a single ember, brightening with each beat of my heart. Was I solid for Wynefrede? I must have been, judging from her cries.
My nightmare might have lasted five minutes or fifty. I had long since lost all hope of redemption when I felt an unusual pressure in my loins, a familiar tightening I hadn’t expected to feel until Elsbeth’s next visit. Without warning, my muscles contracted, and I heard a distant wet snap! Wynefrede bellowed at me, or perhaps it was Biddy; and my wife’s labors proceeded at speed, sweat flying off her ivory torso. I exploded inside her and she collapsed atop me, whimpering into my neck: My love. My love.
“We have a problem,” said Biddy.
“A problem?” said Margret.
“I’ve never seen the like. I swear, Margret, I didn’t shave the root too thin, but he, he –”
Margret held up the horseradish, curiously foreshortened.
“He broke the root.”
Wynefrede sat up quickly. “Will it harm him?”
Margret shrugged. “He’ll pass it soon enough.”
Her withered fingers closed on my poor pillicock, and I looked down upon myself in wonder: not only was I still hard, but I had never seen myself in such glorious fullness!
“Before he does,” continued Margret whilst packing up her supplies, “I daresay you can get two or three more runs from him.”
ohhhhhhhhhhh, have to re read this before I can vote… at least 5 times… grinnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn
lots of love… you please take care….
ohhhhhhhhhhh, have to re read this before I can vote… at least 5 times… grinnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn
lots of love… you please take care….
ohhhhhhhhhhh, have to re read this before I can vote… at least 5 times… grinnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn
lots of love… you please take care….
ohhhhhhhhhhh, have to re read this before I can vote… at least 5 times… grinnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn
lots of love… you please take care….
Ok….voted….and now just leaving hugs, kisses, and lots of love.
xxx
Ok….voted….and now just leaving hugs, kisses, and lots of love.
xxx
Ok….voted….and now just leaving hugs, kisses, and lots of love.
xxx
Ok….voted….and now just leaving hugs, kisses, and lots of love.
xxx
11 days Mr. Avm your wicked ways are numbered.
A great story to start my Friday and the weekend.
Hope the day is filled with lots of smiles for you my Queen.
*luv and hugs*
11 days Mr. Avm your wicked ways are numbered.
A great story to start my Friday and the weekend.
Hope the day is filled with lots of smiles for you my Queen.
*luv and hugs*
11 days Mr. Avm your wicked ways are numbered.
A great story to start my Friday and the weekend.
Hope the day is filled with lots of smiles for you my Queen.
*luv and hugs*
11 days Mr. Avm your wicked ways are numbered.
A great story to start my Friday and the weekend.
Hope the day is filled with lots of smiles for you my Queen.
*luv and hugs*
Tiggr, that’s one hot, hot. hot story.
Dear friend, eleven days, hope that you are feeling better, love you lots.
Warm hugs,
Paul.
Tiggr, that’s one hot, hot. hot story.
Dear friend, eleven days, hope that you are feeling better, love you lots.
Warm hugs,
Paul.
Tiggr, that’s one hot, hot. hot story.
Dear friend, eleven days, hope that you are feeling better, love you lots.
Warm hugs,
Paul.
Tiggr, that’s one hot, hot. hot story.
Dear friend, eleven days, hope that you are feeling better, love you lots.
Warm hugs,
Paul.
Hot story indeed!
Lessa, sweetie, hope you have a super duper weekend…
M;e, my thoughts and love go with you always… enjoy your vacation!
David, thank you for the kind thoughts and hopes for the weekend. Truthfully, my idea of a day filled with smiles is just a simple, easy, restful day!
Paul, I love you, too. Feeling pretty good today, actually… here’s hoping that continues!
TTFN,
Tiggs
Hot story indeed!
Lessa, sweetie, hope you have a super duper weekend…
M;e, my thoughts and love go with you always… enjoy your vacation!
David, thank you for the kind thoughts and hopes for the weekend. Truthfully, my idea of a day filled with smiles is just a simple, easy, restful day!
Paul, I love you, too. Feeling pretty good today, actually… here’s hoping that continues!
TTFN,
Tiggs
Hot story indeed!
Lessa, sweetie, hope you have a super duper weekend…
M;e, my thoughts and love go with you always… enjoy your vacation!
David, thank you for the kind thoughts and hopes for the weekend. Truthfully, my idea of a day filled with smiles is just a simple, easy, restful day!
Paul, I love you, too. Feeling pretty good today, actually… here’s hoping that continues!
TTFN,
Tiggs
Hot story indeed!
Lessa, sweetie, hope you have a super duper weekend…
M;e, my thoughts and love go with you always… enjoy your vacation!
David, thank you for the kind thoughts and hopes for the weekend. Truthfully, my idea of a day filled with smiles is just a simple, easy, restful day!
Paul, I love you, too. Feeling pretty good today, actually… here’s hoping that continues!
TTFN,
Tiggs
Hot story indeed!
Lessa, sweetie, hope you have a super duper weekend…
M;e, my thoughts and love go with you always… enjoy your vacation!
David, thank you for the kind thoughts and hopes for the weekend. Truthfully, my idea of a day filled with smiles is just a simple, easy, restful day!
Paul, I love you, too. Feeling pretty good today, actually… here’s hoping that continues!
TTFN,
Tiggs
Hot story indeed!
Lessa, sweetie, hope you have a super duper weekend…
M;e, my thoughts and love go with you always… enjoy your vacation!
David, thank you for the kind thoughts and hopes for the weekend. Truthfully, my idea of a day filled with smiles is just a simple, easy, restful day!
Paul, I love you, too. Feeling pretty good today, actually… here’s hoping that continues!
TTFN,
Tiggs
What a story!!! So unlike the usual FFs! While reading the story I was pretty sure I knew who it was, but then I did a little research and changed my vote.
Very nicely written, whoever you are. *g*
Tiggs, hope you have a good weekend, free of any nagging headaches!
~Hugs!
What a story!!! So unlike the usual FFs! While reading the story I was pretty sure I knew who it was, but then I did a little research and changed my vote.
Very nicely written, whoever you are. *g*
Tiggs, hope you have a good weekend, free of any nagging headaches!
~Hugs!
What a story!!! So unlike the usual FFs! While reading the story I was pretty sure I knew who it was, but then I did a little research and changed my vote.
Very nicely written, whoever you are. *g*
Tiggs, hope you have a good weekend, free of any nagging headaches!
~Hugs!
What a story!!! So unlike the usual FFs! While reading the story I was pretty sure I knew who it was, but then I did a little research and changed my vote.
Very nicely written, whoever you are. *g*
Tiggs, hope you have a good weekend, free of any nagging headaches!
~Hugs!
Totally AWESOME story! I loved it! Great writing! Thanks for posting this, Tiggr, and thanks to the writer as well!
Huggs,
Reesa
Totally AWESOME story! I loved it! Great writing! Thanks for posting this, Tiggr, and thanks to the writer as well!
Huggs,
Reesa
Totally AWESOME story! I loved it! Great writing! Thanks for posting this, Tiggr, and thanks to the writer as well!
Huggs,
Reesa
Totally AWESOME story! I loved it! Great writing! Thanks for posting this, Tiggr, and thanks to the writer as well!
Huggs,
Reesa
Glad you are feeling better. Great story!
Glad you are feeling better. Great story!
Glad you are feeling better. Great story!
Glad you are feeling better. Great story!
Maggie - Glad to hear that reading the full story and then researching gave you cause for pause, lol.
Reesa - THANKS! From me and the (for now) mystery author, lol.
Mthc - Thanks as usual, love ya lots…
Note to all - We are officially on kitten watch… Mittie’s showing lots of signs of impending active labor… knowing her and her usual anxious mood, I don’t know how long it will be but it’s definitely very, very close…
Tiggs
Maggie - Glad to hear that reading the full story and then researching gave you cause for pause, lol.
Reesa - THANKS! From me and the (for now) mystery author, lol.
Mthc - Thanks as usual, love ya lots…
Note to all - We are officially on kitten watch… Mittie’s showing lots of signs of impending active labor… knowing her and her usual anxious mood, I don’t know how long it will be but it’s definitely very, very close…
Tiggs
Maggie - Glad to hear that reading the full story and then researching gave you cause for pause, lol.
Reesa - THANKS! From me and the (for now) mystery author, lol.
Mthc - Thanks as usual, love ya lots…
Note to all - We are officially on kitten watch… Mittie’s showing lots of signs of impending active labor… knowing her and her usual anxious mood, I don’t know how long it will be but it’s definitely very, very close…
Tiggs
Maggie - Glad to hear that reading the full story and then researching gave you cause for pause, lol.
Reesa - THANKS! From me and the (for now) mystery author, lol.
Mthc - Thanks as usual, love ya lots…
Note to all - We are officially on kitten watch… Mittie’s showing lots of signs of impending active labor… knowing her and her usual anxious mood, I don’t know how long it will be but it’s definitely very, very close…
Tiggs
Maggie - Glad to hear that reading the full story and then researching gave you cause for pause, lol.
Reesa - THANKS! From me and the (for now) mystery author, lol.
Mthc - Thanks as usual, love ya lots…
Note to all - We are officially on kitten watch… Mittie’s showing lots of signs of impending active labor… knowing her and her usual anxious mood, I don’t know how long it will be but it’s definitely very, very close…
Tiggs
Maggie - Glad to hear that reading the full story and then researching gave you cause for pause, lol.
Reesa - THANKS! From me and the (for now) mystery author, lol.
Mthc - Thanks as usual, love ya lots…
Note to all - We are officially on kitten watch… Mittie’s showing lots of signs of impending active labor… knowing her and her usual anxious mood, I don’t know how long it will be but it’s definitely very, very close…
Tiggs
Oh boy! New babies! New babies! lol
Passing out pink and blue bubblegum cigars - just in case I miss it this weekend! —- Cause for Paws! *g*
~Hugs!
Oh boy! New babies! New babies! lol
Passing out pink and blue bubblegum cigars - just in case I miss it this weekend! —- Cause for Paws! *g*
~Hugs!
Oh boy! New babies! New babies! lol
Passing out pink and blue bubblegum cigars - just in case I miss it this weekend! —- Cause for Paws! *g*
~Hugs!
Oh boy! New babies! New babies! lol
Passing out pink and blue bubblegum cigars - just in case I miss it this weekend! —- Cause for Paws! *g*
~Hugs!
Very good story. Let’s see, 2 boys… 2 girls. So, figure the gender out and we have a 50% chance. hmmm… we’re ~thinking~ a gal wrote it… so, we like our chances. lol, probably missed by 100 miles though.
~Todd & Suzy
Very good story. Let’s see, 2 boys… 2 girls. So, figure the gender out and we have a 50% chance. hmmm… we’re ~thinking~ a gal wrote it… so, we like our chances. lol, probably missed by 100 miles though.
~Todd & Suzy
Very good story. Let’s see, 2 boys… 2 girls. So, figure the gender out and we have a 50% chance. hmmm… we’re ~thinking~ a gal wrote it… so, we like our chances. lol, probably missed by 100 miles though.
~Todd & Suzy
Very good story. Let’s see, 2 boys… 2 girls. So, figure the gender out and we have a 50% chance. hmmm… we’re ~thinking~ a gal wrote it… so, we like our chances. lol, probably missed by 100 miles though.
~Todd & Suzy
T & S - I really have to admire your logical deductive reasoning! *grins*
Maggie - Thanks for the cigars… I’ll let everyone know as soon as the big event occurs!
TTFN,
Tiggs
T & S - I really have to admire your logical deductive reasoning! *grins*
Maggie - Thanks for the cigars… I’ll let everyone know as soon as the big event occurs!
TTFN,
Tiggs
T & S - I really have to admire your logical deductive reasoning! *grins*
Maggie - Thanks for the cigars… I’ll let everyone know as soon as the big event occurs!
TTFN,
Tiggs
T & S - I really have to admire your logical deductive reasoning! *grins*
Maggie - Thanks for the cigars… I’ll let everyone know as soon as the big event occurs!
TTFN,
Tiggs
T & S - I really have to admire your logical deductive reasoning! *grins*
Maggie - Thanks for the cigars… I’ll let everyone know as soon as the big event occurs!
TTFN,
Tiggs
T & S - I really have to admire your logical deductive reasoning! *grins*
Maggie - Thanks for the cigars… I’ll let everyone know as soon as the big event occurs!
TTFN,
Tiggs
Loved the story as usual. I cast my vote!
Huggs
Theresa
Loved the story as usual. I cast my vote!
Huggs
Theresa
Loved the story as usual. I cast my vote!
Huggs
Theresa
Loved the story as usual. I cast my vote!
Huggs
Theresa
grins..now THAT’S a story !!!
huggssss, take care of yourself and the impending babies
love you
xxxxxxx
grins..now THAT’S a story !!!
huggssss, take care of yourself and the impending babies
love you
xxxxxxx
grins..now THAT’S a story !!!
huggssss, take care of yourself and the impending babies
love you
xxxxxxx
grins..now THAT’S a story !!!
huggssss, take care of yourself and the impending babies
love you
xxxxxxx
Well! That is a very interesting and well written story! I enjoyed the language and the historical setting … things were perhaps not much different in olden tymes. I took a guess at the author.
Tiggs, I hope you are enjoying a relaxing weekend with both the human and the (increasing) feline families!
Warm hugs,
Rambeau
Well! That is a very interesting and well written story! I enjoyed the language and the historical setting … things were perhaps not much different in olden tymes. I took a guess at the author.
Tiggs, I hope you are enjoying a relaxing weekend with both the human and the (increasing) feline families!
Warm hugs,
Rambeau
Well! That is a very interesting and well written story! I enjoyed the language and the historical setting … things were perhaps not much different in olden tymes. I took a guess at the author.
Tiggs, I hope you are enjoying a relaxing weekend with both the human and the (increasing) feline families!
Warm hugs,
Rambeau
Well! That is a very interesting and well written story! I enjoyed the language and the historical setting … things were perhaps not much different in olden tymes. I took a guess at the author.
Tiggs, I hope you are enjoying a relaxing weekend with both the human and the (increasing) feline families!
Warm hugs,
Rambeau
Somehow I missed exactly how far that kitty is into her pregnancy, Tiggs - didn’t she JUST have Jerry?! Dang those kitties are fast! LOL
Huggs,
Reesa
Somehow I missed exactly how far that kitty is into her pregnancy, Tiggs - didn’t she JUST have Jerry?! Dang those kitties are fast! LOL
Huggs,
Reesa
Somehow I missed exactly how far that kitty is into her pregnancy, Tiggs - didn’t she JUST have Jerry?! Dang those kitties are fast! LOL
Huggs,
Reesa
Somehow I missed exactly how far that kitty is into her pregnancy, Tiggs - didn’t she JUST have Jerry?! Dang those kitties are fast! LOL
Huggs,
Reesa
[...] figging story is found at A Spanking Good Time, and it is well-written and amusing. It features an adulterous [...]
[...] figging story is found at A Spanking Good Time, and it is well-written and amusing. It features an adulterous [...]