Having Sex Al Fresco On The Pool Lilo. Cunnilingus, Fellation & The Works. Then Goodbye. Supermarket Girl 5 ~ Peter Stone

This is the final part of five about the gorgeous blonde Linda Kray who lived with me for a while in the early nineties.

She was an incredible help during my grieving process over my late wife, Christine. She fitted in so well with my children and was a particular help to young Angela who was only nine when her mother died and only eleven now.

[BACK STORY: In the interests of avoiding confusion for new readers I should point out that the Angela mentioned here is my daughter, not Angela Goodnight although she was actually named for her without my wife realising. Angela Goodnight and I were teenage lovers who were torn apart. We found each other in 2010 and have been writing this blog about our lives for almost a year. Angela Goodnight and Peter Stone are pseudonyms because Angela’s mother is still alive aged ninety and my children all have their own families with a great-grandchild on the way for me via George’s eldest son. We couldn’t allow our erotic writing to become an embarrassment to them so all names and a few place names in the stories have been changed.

However, all of the stories are true. Yes, occasionally we have to invent dialogue owing to our memories not being perfect and we also use some authors’ licence to make stories more readable, but the actual stories are real. Yes I have had orgies with multiple partners, yes Angela was raped by her husband and yes, we found each other after being apart for over forty years and now live happily ever after. My story today is set in 1991 three years after I became a widower. I’m 43 and Linda is coming up to 27. We have rented a holiday villa in La Ciotat in the south of France.]

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Do You Masturbate Every Day? I Love It. My First Proper Job Today So Nice To Set Off Relaxed ~ Angela Goodnight

1971 – after leaving Uni with an honours in Mandarin and Cantonese I managed to get a job with the department of trade and industry. I had to up sticks from my parents’ home in Stafford and get somewhere to stay in London as near to Westminster as possible. I found a flat I could share in Pimlico which was rented by a girl called Marcia Lerway. It was just perfect, under a mile to walk to work on nice days and, for inclement weather, an easy tube journey, too.

[For new readers: I need to explain that these stories are all taken from my or Peter's real lives. We were lovers as young teens in 1964, lost touch and didn't find each other again until 2010. During that interregnum we had numerous partners, me about 26 including an abusive marriage and a bisexual affair. Peter had over a hundred sexual relationships, many of which at orgies in the seventies. The stories are true and we go into quite a lot of life detail for those who are following our back story. There is more than usual scene setting in this story and less than normal sex, sorry! See the About Page for more information. Although the stories are true, all names have been changed and one or two locations which might allow us to be identified. Naturally, as time passes, it becomes impossible to remember dialogue so much has had to have been reconstructed.]

The weekend after seeing and paying my deposit Dad and I descended on the flat early, managed to carry my bookcase and dressing table up without needing extra help followed by all of my boxes. We stacked everything by the window wall and struggled downstairs with the previous sharer’s monstrous oak dressing table. It was so heavy we had to remove the mirror and take the drawers out to be able to carry it. Dad said he’d dispose of it at the council tip when he got back to Stafford.

By eleven thirty I gave him a kiss goodbye, he stuck a roll of a hundred pounds in fivers in my hand and drove away.

[One hundred pounds in 1971 was equivalent to about one thousand eight hundred today. My annual salary was to be one thousand pounds.]

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French Kissing, Vacation Fucking And Blissful Lovemaking With Linda Kray. Supermarket Girl 4 ~ Peter Stone

My couple of years with Linda were a wonderful help to my grieving process over my late wife, Christine. She got on fine with my children and was a particular help to young Angela who was only nine when her mother died and only eleven now. Such an impressionable period for a young girl.

Angela had suffered from being the only girl in the household with me and my two sons, Robert 14 and George 16. Linda added that feminine influence and helped her buy clothes and learn to be able to perform simple sewing techniques to make alterations to them.

 [BACK STORY: In the interests of avoiding confusion for new readers I should point out that the Angela mentioned here is my daughter, not Angela Goodnight although she was actually named for her without my wife realising. Angela Goodnight and I were teenage lovers who were torn apart. We have been writing this blog for almost a year. Angela Goodnight and Peter Stone are pseudonyms because Angela’s mother is still alive aged ninety and my children all have their own families with a great-grandchild on the way for me via George’s eldest son. We couldn’t allow our erotic writing to become an embarrassment to them so all names and a few place names in the stories have been changed. However, all of the stories are true. Yes, occasionally we have to invent dialogue owing to memories not being perfect and we also use some authors’ licence to make stories more readable, but the actual stories are real. Yes I have had orgies with multiple partners, yes Angela was raped by her husband and yes, we found each other after being apart for over forty years and now live happily ever after. My story today is set in 1991 three years after I became a widower. I’m 43 and Linda is coming up to 27.]

There have been three previous stories about Linda and you will probably enjoy these more if you have already read them. The official titles also include the words ‘supermarket girl’, but there is nothing to do with supermarkets other than the first story. Click the following links to have them open in a new window:

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Difficulties Of Mutual Masturbation. Impossible To Concentrate On Him When You’re Approaching Orgasm Yourself ~ Angela Goodnight

I usually wake first in the morning and turn towards Peter and gently cuddle in to him. His body is always warmer than mine and I love the heat which soon transfers to me and makes me feel warm and comfortable.

It is lovely to look at him lying there and wonder at the incredible accident of fate which allowed us to find each other after such a long separation.

Angela Goodnight waking up beside Peter StoneSometimes all I can see is the top of his back, the back of his head and maybe an ear and cheek. He is actually quite well endowed with body hair, but the top of his back is fairly sparsely populated so I sometimes press my palm against his skin and absorb his warmth that way. I’ve found touching his ear or cheek usually wakes him so I don’t do it when simply cuddled to him. In this position I tend to shuffle close to him, his buttocks fit into my lower tummy area and I press my thighs to the back of his. So sexy. Often he has one leg stretched downwards and the other bent. This allows me to press my lower leg against the back of the straight one and I lift my other leg up against the bent one so I’m not only experiencing the back of his thigh against the front of mine, but also my inner thigh is resting delightfully on the inner thigh of his straight leg. This makes me feel incredibly horny.

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What Does An Orgasm Feel Like? Like Heaven On Earth! Phenomenal Lovemaking! ~ Angela Goodnight

On facebook and twitter I was recently recounting our trip northwards to visit my ninety year old mother in Bristol; Peter’s daughter, also Angela and husband Mark in Cheadle; next his eldest son George and Melanie in Lancaster which would also give us a chance to get together with his second son, Robert and Carol who also lived close to Lancaster. Both of the boys are professors at Lancaster University. Angela has two teenage girls aged fourteen and thirteen; George has a nineteen year old married son and wife who is shortly to make Peter a great grandfather; and Robert has only the single son aged sixteen. They’re my step-children and step-grandchildren, of course.

[If you don’t know our back story you should go to this About Page. Maybe I ought to mention here our stories are always true. We occasionally use authors’ licence to make them more readable and, for older stories, we have to guess at remembering the conversations, but the stories are true. Again the About Page is important because it explains about our pen names. We could hardly talk about Peter’s family, my mother and our past lovers if we were not protected by a certain anonymity. However, we have developed these alter egos comprehensively and interact with many cyber friends through them on twitter and facebook etc. Only one location is invented in our stories. The name of the place where we live would give too many clues to our identity so we have renamed it Gurney in our books and stories.]

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The Fifty Most Viewed Stories & Posts During August 2014


Naked typistOur fifty most viewed posts during August 2014 are listed below. Many of these stories were published in earlier months but have remained popular enough to stay in the chart.

We have provided a short description of each story beside each link to help you decide whether or not you have already read them. Some merit re-reading more than once, we’re told. 5,305 of our stories were read in August so an average of 171 per day.

It is amazing how some stories which we think are really worth reading don’t appear in the chart at all. So please don’t use this chart as your only source. Check out this page as well which gives all of the posts in lifetime order.

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Are You A Virgin? Can You Plan To Lose Your Virginity? One Young Teenage Experience. True Account Of Losing Virginity ~ Angela Goodnight

I have always been reluctant to take stories from our books and put them on here as posts, but Peter, who is far more competent than me in marketing, says if people enjoy the stories they will buy the books and, over the last few months that does seem to be the case with Autumn of Love, True Seaside Love Story and the Second Volume of Angela’s Sexual Adventures all selling well. Volume One of Angela’s Sexual Adventures, surprisingly, is not selling as well even though it contains more stories.

However, we are so encouraged at the steady sales we are going to do the two sexual adventures volumes as paperbacks soon to join the others which are already available all over the world as paperbacks. A third book of sexual adventures is in the preparation stage. Our only real disappointment is how few people review our books and, on this site, how few people hit the ‘like’ button, yet we know people return to the site over and over again. Please click ‘like’ at the bottom of the stories if you enjoy them. You are getting them free and it is a way of saying that you appreciate that.

The cover of Angela Goodnight's Autumn of LoveAnyway, Peter has convinced me to post the story of the loss of my virginity. It is, of course, absolutely true and I can remember every detail of that day so the dialogue, when I wrote this for Autumn of Love, is pretty accurate.

Many girls don’t think loss of virginity is any big deal, just a gain of experience rather than a loss of anything, but for me it was a huge deal. I was only fourteen years old and up until the day it happened my only sexual experience had been heavy petting a couple of times and fellatio once.

Any virgins out there could do worse than learn lessons from this event which began so well and ended so disastrously. It shows all the planning in the world can go awry with the simplest of mistakes. Continue reading