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Getting Wet and Dirty in April

Part One : A Golden Opportunity

Image by Barroa_Artworks from Pixabay — Adapted by the author

I’d just come in from turning over the flower bed at the bottom of the garden, and for some reason the exercise plus the smell of the soil had made me horny as fuck.

April. I’ve got an idea.” I grinned over at my wife.

“Hello darling. I’m all ears.”

But I have to say she was lying. My loving wife was more like tits, arse and cunt — and always up for some kinky fun.

“I’m sweaty and grimy from working in the garden. The month of April has arrived, but without the showers. How about I lay on the grass while you clean me up a bit?”

And I wasn’t talking about hooking up the hose. There was nothing quite as dirty and hot as April straddling my body, squatting and letting her steaming, golden juice rain over me.

Without saying a word, she chased me outside to a secluded spot, both of us stripping as we ran. Then I laid on the lush, cool grass while April showered me down…

Part Two: Dirty in April: Planting the Bed with Seed

I can’t help myself. Ever since I dug over that patch of earth at the bottom of the garden, so it is pure dirt waiting to be planted, I have had one only thought on my mind… I want to, I need to, I must… lay in the soil naked and cover myself with the moist cool mud. Sooth my body and soul.

It has been a warm springtime, and I often wake a little hot and sweaty from having my darling wife’s sensual body near, heating my loins. Today, my cock’s lively, but April isn’t. After last night’s shower fun, she is dead to the world, and her sleepy noises tell me that my cock caressing her arse would not be welcome.

I slip out of bed and see the sun rising above the hill on the horizon. I don’t need to do much, I just put on my trainers and tiptoe down the stairs. Once at the back door, I literally run to the end of the garden. Without hesitation, I kick off my shoes and fling myself onto the empty flower bed. Then turning on to my back, I cover my loins with the dirt, rubbing it between my thighs — feeling dirty. Quickly my rod is as hard as steel and with just a few pumps I shower the flower bed with seed…

These flash tales first appeared as part of a newsletter on medium promoting the prompt of April Showers for Redemption Magazine.

Marsha has followed this prompt here with the start of a fab golden showers story.

Read another golden shower story here and about my personal experience with the taboo act here…

Header image by Photo by KoolShooters – adapted by May More.

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Hold Me Closer

It was the last time…

I picked Emily up after the dance recital. Her parents had said to take her straight home.

“No disrespect Jimmy, but a bum like you isn’t good enough for our Emily. Bring her back from class, a chance to say goodbye. We’re leaving for the south of France tomorrow. Our summer break will give you the chance to move on. Get a new girl. When we come back, Emily starts with The National. There won’t be time for boyfriends.”

Didn’t they realise watching her dance filled me with pride. She was my tiny dancer.

We’d met last summer in town when I finished a gig at the Empire — I didn’t get many. After, she was waiting by my car with her pirate’s smile, “I like how you play the guitar. It’s part of you. You play from the inside… out.”

I wasn’t sure what she meant, but I liked the way she felt — from the outside, in — as I pulled down her blue jeans and fucked her on the back seat later that night.

Now ten months on, driving away from the theatre, I tell her this is meant to be our last time.

Tears stream down her face. But she understands. Her parents only want the best for her.

“NO!” I shout. “Let’s go. Leave. Just the two of us. Together.”

I can’t bear to be without her.

“That’s not right Jimmy. I have to dance.”

My eyes sting, as I fight back the hurt.

I pull up in the car park of our deserted small town beach. Leaning over, I gently lick the salty tears from her face. My hand begins to shake as I trace the curve of her breast, up across her clavicle to meet the soft area at the base of her throat.

Softly, our lips meet.

It’s the only way… With increasing pressure, I slowly, but resolutely, strangle the life from my tiny dancer — sucking the last breath out of her, as we kiss.

And now, she’s in me.

I start up the engine. Stroke her delicate, motionless fingers. Put my foot on the accelerator, and speed towards the cliff edge.

We crash through the wooden fence and glide through the air — nothing but the sea below — the sky above — and tiny dancer in my hand.

Flying. Dancing.

Always with me…

Header Image by Pete Linforth from Pixabay

This Story was inspired by Tiny Dancer, a song by Elton John and Bernie Taupin.

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Scored ~ a tale about Multi Tasking

I have a memory of my  first boy friend Jim.  He told me that sometimes he had to think about football whilst having sex with me.

Multi tasking at it’s best 😉

I wrote this story – fiction – about it…


“Hey Dave. Come on in.”

Fuck. Gill looks hot. I give her a peck on the cheek  as she shuts the door behind me.

I masturbated before coming over – to calm my rod but I can see she’s wearing stockings. That perfect, tender flesh between her thighs – bare. My knob has already escaped from my boxers and is pulsing as fast as my heart.

Turning into the sitting room I sit down on the carpet, resting my back against the sofa.

“Come and sit on the floor with me here.” I ask, eagerly.

She leans against my side and I can smell her perfume. The one from the advert with the black wild-cat strutting about on the pinnacle of a rock-face. Suits her. And she can certainly scratch. My back looks like a map of train-lines. Not that I’m complaining.

Slowly I ease her down on the shag pile – aptly named I hope – and she looks up at me with her warm brown eyes and smiles. Inviting me to kiss her.

We’ve been going steady for a year exactly. She is the sexiest girl I’ve ever been with. That number isn’t high, actually. I should say, she is far sexier than most of the chicks I meet when out with my mates.

My tongue explores her mouth. I can’t wait any longer and slip a hand under her skirt, pinging  the elastic on her suspender belt, a fortress. In response, she pushes her body into mine.

Sometimes I wonder if Gill realises how difficult it is being an 18-year-old guy. I think about sex all the time. Literally.

She opens her legs expectantly and my fingers sneak into her panties and past the silky hair, searching for the heat.

Wet, sticky and delicious.

Her own hand pushes against the substantial bulge in my trousers and tugs at the zipper. Time to help out – I strip. Naked from the waist down I urgently pull up her skirt. Sheer, white lacy panties greet me. This is too much for any man. No time to remove them. My balls are throbbing and the top of my cock already trickling with pre-cum

Snatching a condom from my shirt pocket I slip it over my engine and without any coaxing it weaves its way past her knickers and sinks deep into her cunt.

Gill moans and arches her back to take all of me.

Now the multi tasking begins. Because as much as I want to fuck her for my own pleasure, it’s only right that she gets off too. I want her to come almost as much as I want to feel my body shuddering as her cunt wraps round my hardness and sucks out the juice.

Grinding into her mound, so her clit gets rubbed on each pump of my dick, I start to think of the football results. If I focus my mind on something else, I don’t explode into the rubber too soon. What were the scores I heard on the car radio on the way over?

That’s right, Chelsea 2 – Arsenal 1.

Wolves 1 – Queens 3 or was it 2? Sure it was 3.

And West Ham 1…

Must kiss that pretty rosebud mouth. She has the best lips. Full and ripe.

Where was I?  West Ham 1 – Leicester City 2.

Ah god. She is digging her claws into my arse cheeks, pulling me in tighter. I don’t know if I can hold on. Let’s add work to the equation. The code needed for the refinery. Do they want the date structure programmed in?  Let me think about that while I grab Gill’s hips and push her legs higher so my cock probes even deeper into her tight pussy.

Back to the programming. Yes, I am sure Bill said to include the date format.

Gill mewls. She may be about to come. A few short hard thrusts may help. Coventry were really lucky today and got 3 goals.

And finally I have scored too, as Gill’s orgasm waves through her body. Keep going Dave – that’s right. Hard and fast. Coventry beat Derby.

Gill lays back, satiated.

Enough multi tasking.

Slowly pulling out, then hammering deep in to the warm flesh. Repeating and squelching with each stroke.

My climax starts to build in my balls, shooting all the way through my veins, making my head thump until my jizz fires out and I get the much-needed release. Collapsing forward, I pin Gill to the floor. Spent.

Gill 1 – Dave 1. But the night is young and so are we.

This story was first published in 2019 but has been updated for the meme below…


The Real Thing 2 ~ Lovely Linda in 69

Part Two: Back for More of Lovely Linda

So far… Ted is just a man, without a plan! His woman left him, so he tried out a sex toy that acted as a time portal. He travelled back to 1969 and got down and dirty with the Lovely Linda. A second sexy session with her retuned him home, but left him wanting more…

For the next few days my mind was spinning. I was that guy in the movie who time travels and gets shagged en route. Surely I must have been dreaming?

I managed to get on with work and then livened up an otherwise dull weekend just remembering what had happened with…eh… Linda.

How could I forget.

And not mention wondering how that happened with Linda. I’d been playing with a male masturbatory toy one minute, the next I had travelled back in time 40 years and was fucking a sexy petite blonde who — let’s be real — today would be the same age as my mother! Don’t get me wrong, I like the older lady. I’m no spring chicken myself. Gone are the days when sexy college girls look my way. Hang on… I should say — hardly any sexy women look my way.
Now it’s Sunday night and I’m feeling pretty lonely. Eve, my ex, called today wanting some of her books and photos returned. By post. Not, ‘bring them over.’ So I need comfort. Would the toy take me back into the arms of lovely Linda? It’s worth a try. And an orgasm will help me relax. I’m chairing an important meeting tomorrow, and I could use a decent night’s sleep.
Taking it out of my bedside drawer, I lay the sleeve-sex-toy beside me. I need to be hard before it does its magic, so I begin stroking the length of my dick.


Pulling the skin right up and back — over the head until I’m rigid.

I don’t need Eve — maybe… just maybe… I can get to see Linda again.

With that thought I encase my cock with the toy and hit the switch. Shutting my eyes to create more of a sensual mood and envisaging Linda’s cute bod rubbing up alongside me.
Wow! I can’t get over how real it feels. I could swear my dick is being sucked and soothed by a pair of lush, sexy lips.

The juice is building up in my balls and just for a moment I open my eyes, and am stunned and thrilled to see the lovely Linda. On her knees, pert titties jiggling slightly as her head bobs up and down on my dick. Her tongue soothing my swollen knob with each suck of her mouth. She flutters her false eyelashes, seeming to love every second of worshipping my cock, and I start to come, holding her head in place, pushing in deep. Shooting right down her throat.

Then, as my length bounces out of her mouth, I watch her swallow. What a good girl. Eve always hated my jizz and would spit it out every time. I stroke Linda’s hair thinking it’s so cool to see her again.

“Betta to swallow, no mess that way.” She grins and wipes away a dribble from the corner of her mouth onto the front of her cuff.

Looking round I recognise the same small bedsit where I landed last time I used the toy. She disappears to the bathroom, returning in a frilly nightie that looks like it’s made of a scratchie, red nylon and jumps into bed. I lay down beside her. I have to make sure I am home in time for work tomorrow. And for that to happen, I need to ejaculate. But I get the impression Linda is quite a rampant woman, so no doubt a morning encore will be on the cards. My mind drifts and soon I fall asleep with Linda’s head on my shoulder.

I awake to a shrill voice. Looking over the other side of the bedsit I see Linda fully dressed, bag in hand and about to walk out the door.

“I’m on the early shift Ted. No rush for you to leave. See-ya later.”

With a wave of her hand she’s gone.

For a brief moment I lay still, relaxed by the familiar feeling of morning wood, thinking things could be worse. But then I panic, remembering time does not seem to stand still while I’m here. It will be morning in real time, 2010. I need to get back. What I mean is, I must travel forward. If I miss that meeting, there will be all hell to pay.

I make a quick visit to the bathroom and ponder my predicament. If I have a wank that may be good enough to do the trick. It seems the orgasm is the time-trigger, so I recline in the only easy chair in the pad and start stroking my dick.

Closing my eyes, I think of the night before and Linda’s soft lips knowingly sucking all the juice out of me. Yep. That does the trick. I pump my shaft, making sure to tease the end with my thumb on each motion. I’m so nearly there when, for the second time today, a voice propels me back into this strange new here and now of mine…

“Coo-eee Linda. It’s only me, Julie. Come for the rent. Don’t get up, I’ve got my key…”

The lock turns and before I even have the chance to move my hand, let alone hide my modesty, the door is flung open and there is — Julie — standing in front of me.

Her wide eyes settle on my cock. The tip of her tongue grazes her top lip.

“Oh my. What have we here?” She giggles.

“Ted. I’m Ted. Linda’s… em friend?”

I’m still hard. The strangeness of the situation pumps adrenaline into my veins and my pulse quickens.

Julie stands her ground. She’s a little older than Linda. Probably about forty. Her hair is up in a turban-type scarf, and she’s wrapped in one of those lurid house coats that were so popular back then. Well she would, wouldn’t she? After all, it is 1969.

I manage to compose myself long enough to start rising out of the chair but she stalls me.

“Oh no big boy. You stay exactly where you are.”

Julie’s eyes are still fixed on my crotch, and I can hardly believe it as slowly, starting at the top, she begins undoing the buttons of her yellow, flowery house coat. When she gets to the bottom, the garment falls from her shoulders. Exposing her nakedness. Large breasts, a neat waist and an extremely hairy muff. The sight pushes me back into the chair and makes my cock spasm as she walks towards me, boobs swaying.

Plonking herself on the arm of the chair she brazenly reaches down for my cock.

“What a nice surprise,” she mewls, expectantly.

Almost involuntarily, I grab her breasts, weighing them in my hands before taking a nipple in my mouth and suckling as if my life depends on it…

To be continued… One day…

Header image of Lovely Linda is from the free public domain.

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Lovely Linda

Moonlight ~ A Flash Erotic Story

Written to the prompt of the subtitle below – 345 words.

Flannel, Farms, and Photographs

“Let me make sure I got this right. You want me to meet you on the edge of the farm, near the barn, at midnight, so you can take some naked photographs of me by moonlight. Is that right?”

“In a nutshell. And don’t be late.” Jet kissed my hand and left me sitting in the pub nursing the rest on my lager.

I’d only known him for a few weeks and liked what I saw. He was a photographer, adventurous, hot and available. To say I wanted to get in his boxes was an understatement. I wanted him in me. Filling my cunt and gripping my throat. But for the moment it seemed like I’d have to make do with some fun under the light of the moon. And who knew where that may lead?

My family owned the farm on the edge of the village. Everyone was in bed by ten. Which meant it was easy to nip out at the stroke of midnight in my flannel PJs and wellie boots. Jet was waiting, all smiles and tripod.

I quickly disposed of my nightwear, thankful it was a warm night, and posed against the grubby steel outside the barn and then inside, laying on the scratchy hay.

Jet busily snapped away with his camera until I decided to add a bit of fun to the proceedings. I opened my legs slightly. Sure that the moonlight, peeping through the open barn door, would highlight my shaved mons and slit, which I could tell would be glistening with the product of my arousal at the thought of Jet being able to see the most intimate part of me.

“Oh, perfect.” he murmured, putting his camera down.

Within moments, he was naked, his cock proudly leading the way as without any messing he knelt astride and greedily took what I was offering. Hand around my neck as he pounded me into the bale beneath us.

That was last week. Tomorrow we are meeting for some nude photos in the graveyard – yeah you got it, at midnight, the bewitching hour. Can’t wait.

Moonlight FFF #14
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Naked in the moonlight

Check out a naughty story of mine about a taboo kink here…

Header Image by Ralf Seemann from Pixabay

The Police ~ Flash Part 13

Check out all the other episodes here. Each is below 500 words. But in a nut shell here’s what has happened so far…

Previously... Gen left her friend’s pyjama party on a dare to visit the unknown Mr Roberts across the road. However, her mates don’t realise that he was Gen’s headmaster, ten years ago. She disappeared inside the house to meet his gorgeous grandson. After a few G & Ts the three of them begin a strip card game. And advance to all being topless – with Gen and Jacob sitting in their knickers and boxers.

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