Mills and Swoon

Great Aunt Katherine had been seemingly on her last legs for about thirty years. Since I could remember she had been shrinking and creaking and swaying in the wind. Finally, she was gone and was currently residing in a casket for public viewing before burial later in the day. We had never gotten along.   Great Aunt Katherine She was caustic and bitter and complained about everything. She irked me to the core. None of us liked her and we seldom got in touch. Mum had fallen out with her years back and the connections rusted and corroded like old batteries. Damage had been done with emotional weaponry and unrepentant intent. But in death people rally together to do their duty and triumphantly, one hopes, they ignore the fallout from the battleground. The undertaker had worked a treat. Great Aunt’s hair was spruced and pompadoured like a grand poodle and someone had done a great job on her makeup. In repose, I thought I saw in her some beauty. I had never seen it before in her. How, I wond

Tonia was not sure what gender the alien was but was nonetheless captivated by its very presence. She removed her robe not even sure if the creature would understand the implications she sought to impress. The alien moved closer, slowly, deliberately, moving several of its long tentacles around her body. The suckers released an oil as they massaged her breasts, encircling her neck and thighs and lifting her towards a large double-ended protrusion. Tonia was taken to a place of otherworldly ecstasy as the alien enwrapped her entire torso and spread her limbs apart. Was this heaven, she wondered as the alien's wet protrusion entered her very soul? © 2022 Tale Teller Club / Penelope la Maré

 My best-read podcast is moving today to a brand new home here on Blogger. Still free and still awesome with even more great love shorts. Mills and Swoon 'Cold Water Swimming' 60 Second Love Story no2 by Penelope la Maré The water was like ice so Meryl got out and hobbled towards her dry towel. But the shivering would not stop and she wondered why she had even contemplated the cold water swim on this overcast January day. But Jack was so glad she had come, Although Meryl had only managed a few moments in the winter stream, he was captivated by her large fertile breasts and quivering behind. She looked like Bo Dereck as she scrambled to the shore. 'Let me,' he said, taking his spare dry towel and vigorously rubbing her down. Suddenly, Meryl felt a deep penetrating energy, a lifted grey cloud and a charge of electric desire all at once. And at that moment, there on the shingle beach, it finally happened. The door to passion opened once again. © 2022 Tale Teller Club / Pen