Alice in Lonely Land Ch. 04

Central Manhattan late afternoon, two weeks out from Christmas, was no place for a frail old lady, one whose entire possessions barely half-filled the rusted shopping trolley she trundled before her on the sidewalk. Not immediately obvious to the occasional on-looker, but her wheeled companion served its purpose as much for support these days, as for its meager storage capacity. Cataracts had eroded Lucy's vision to the point she had to squint hard to make-out objects in shop windows. Crossing Madison Avenue at 59th Street was a risky prospect at the best of times, conferring the onus of road safety on the driver rather than the elderly pedestrian, as she made inevitably slow progress towards 5th Avenue, where she turned the corner and headed south. She looked up as a few flakes of snow drifted on to the already cold handle of her trusty old cart. She stopped under a nearby shop entrance and withdrew a pair of threadbare woolen gloves from one of the supermarket bags in the cart,...

Sex Education Janet and John are twins. Janet and John often sit together at High School [obviously over 18]. John likes to tickle his sister Janet. John likes touching her bare legs. Janet sometimes lets him touch the inside of her thighs. Janet loves masturbating -- she often has a hand up her skirt. Janet loves to stroke her clitoris -- it makes her feel all warm inside. It is Wednesday afternoon - Janet and John have a PSHE lesson. Personal Social Health and Economic education -- they are never too young for Sex, the teacher wants to prepare them. Today it is mostly about Giving Consent. There is a fairly boring film -- a boy kissing a girl behind the bicycle sheds. The boy has his hand inside the girl's blouse -- you can see her black bra. John can't wait for Janet to grow some breasts -- he wants to play with them. The girl has her hand down the front of the boy's trousers. Janet likes his black briefs, stretched tight across his hard cock. Suddenly the girl is on h...

Colin: You should come over, I'll make you dinner It was exactly three Friday's since I'd last seen him. I felt like it had been too long and not long enough. The part of me that hurt knew that staying home was the best bet. While the side of me who hadn't received rides home from knights in shining armour, random unexpected gifts, or letters from mysterious men was lonely. So very, ridiculously lonely. I didn't answer, me and my bottle and a half of wine just showed up at his door twenty minutes later. I'd given myself enough time to brush my hair, touch up my make up and put on another dress no other man had seen. He didn't smile when he saw me, what I got was so much better. The look that burst to life in his grey eyes when he saw my flowy sapphire blue dress with it's satin slip and sheer fabric overlay, threatened to light me on fire. His breathing was carefully controlled, each inhale measured. "Whose dress is that?" He asked the questio...