Collecting Mary Tales Shots 5, 6, 7 & 8
Mary Tales Shots #5
Rain Starts Play
It’s John and Karen’s third date. They’re supposed to be having a picnic, but it’s raining, so they’ll have to think of something else to do instead…..
Mary Tales Shots #6: Tied and Teased
Fingers and Thumbs
There are few better ways to wake than with your lover’s gentle fingers playing with you.
She’s helpless on the bed, hands tied above her head and eyes covered with a mask. She can only imagine what he shall do and wait for his teasing to begin.
Mary Tales Shots 7: Sex in the Woods
Something is stirring amongst the trees, and it’s very horny.
In “If you go down to the woods” Sally takes Mark to the wood at the bottom of her parents’ garden, where she used to run around naked. Whilst a “Bicycle Race” stops being competitive and quickly becomes erotic.
They walked down the garden from the bungalow. “The river runs around a couple of sides, and there’s a fence. With the motorway it’s completely enclosed and private.” As Sally climbed over the stile Mark couldn’t help but glance up the wide legs of her culottes, just catching a glance of her knickers. Sally stood on the other side of the stile, smiling back, “I used to come down here and take my clothes off and run around naked. I was only caught a couple of times.”
“Really? How old were you when you did this?”
“The last time was last summer. I think it’s time to do it again. Catch me.” Sally ran off into the wood, disappearing behind a tree.
Mark was over the stile in a bound. When he rounded the tree Sally was nowhere to be seen, but her culottes had been dropped on the ground. There was a rustle, and Mark caught sight of Sally’s black and white striped top and long legs as she skipped between smaller trees. She knew her way through the trees- it was her wood after all- he had to bumble through hoping not to trip over a root. He cut across toward the area she had been heading for.
Up ahead a fallen trunk leant against a much larger oak. Mark jumped up and grabbed one of the oak’s branches, swinging over the deadwood. He tripped when he landed, tumbled and came to a halt staring at Sally’s knickers, which hung from a branch. She was across a small clearing, smiling at him around a tree. With a giggle she disappeared from view.
Mary Tales Shots #8: One Dirty Night in Paris
Mark is in Paris, but there’s not much time for sightseeing when he meets Australian backpacker Kary. After bumping heads as they go for the same butt plug she asks for a demonstration of how it’s used and things just get wilder from then on.
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