23 May 1890 Southampton Docks, England Joanna, My Love: How I miss you, even after only three days since having been by your side—and more. And especially I regret not letting you come to see me off on my journey of establishing our future. My traveling companion, the Heyward Company representative, David Paxton, is spending our last evening in port with...
It took three concerts for him to notice me. Luckily it was getting progressively warmer in Munich's spring. I had every reason to believe I'd have to attend the full season of the free outdoor concerts in the Hofgarten park before I could meet him. If I'd settled on this flutist in the fall instead, each time I had to come back would have been progressively...
It was a long shot, but Langley said the station in Mongu had to do something, so quick plans were made and a team from the special section was sent out to Central Africa. A new war lord had risen in the remote province to the east, and, as remote as the province was, it was about the most important region to U.S. interests in the whole of Africa. The magic...
WARNING: This is intended to be amusing. Those with a sense-of-humour bypass should go no further. "Ooooooggg, yahoooooooo!" With the ease of an animal born to it, Lionel Lord of the Jungle moved through the lush forest canopy of equatorial Africa with practised elegance, huge biceps bulging, sinews stretched, fine toned muscles rippling the entire lengt...
(Each visitor to the Titanic museum in Pigeon Forge is given a card with the individual name of a Titanic passenger and a brief background of their lives that brought them to be on the ship when it sank and of the class of their stateroom. The museum visitor can check for references to their unique individual while they are going through the museum—and then,...
"I'm sorry, what was that you just said, Mrs. Pettington?" What a tiresome woman. I had just now been distracted from listening to her by the way she snapped her fingers at Kisula and then gave him a distasteful look when he refilled her coffee cup. "I said, Mr. Woolston, that I hardly think we need worry about these rumblings from the tribal huts. England...
"My goodness. I wonder how she had the gall to show up here." "Who, Mrs. Smythe?" Samuel de Kock asked, turning to see the direction in which his companion was launching the piercing daggers of her eyes. The woman took a step away from where she, and her husband, Major Sydney Smythe, and Samuel and his wife, Melissa, were standing. The small group was tast...
Rise, fall; rise, fall. This was usually when inspiration came to me—when I was riding a man's cock. It wasn't working today, though. Inspiration wasn't coming. Guido, an Italian-American hunk, even at fifty, was coming, however. The coming of Guido was well worth working for. I reclined back, grasping his knees, and continued rising and fall on his shaft as...
When the internet finally reached us here in Africa, it was slow and exorbitantly expensive. Nowadays it is only a fraction less expensive, but still frustratingly slow. Because of this, the only time I could check out hot and exciting porn on the net was when I finally was alone at work after everyone else had gone home. Like so many other inexperienced sur...
Hi Guys. This is my first bit of erotic writing in the past six years, and then I was a teen, so bear with me. This story is about a group of mainly South African kids who are studying at a university in Louisiana. One of the main characters is a girl, but the main action is men-men, so if it's not your cup of tea… You know what to do. Obviously my v...