(Note to reader: For a fuller context for this story, read the "Wolf Creek" novella series and "The Photograph 1: John" and "The Photograph 2: Jamie.") Joe knew his unit shouldn't have entered the Scharzwald this close to dusk. The doughboys had been picked off one by one by the huns, hidden in the trees. But Joe knew someone must get through and warn the b...
The final chapter of Beach Trips, after Beach Trips & Road Head, Beach Trips & Sex On The Beach and Beach Trips & True Romance. A burst of sunlight coupled with the sound of blinds being opened woke me suddenly. I sat up, aware of the smell of coffee and the sensation of nakedness. Chad sat on the edge of the bed, wearing a tank top, shorts and a huge grin....
This is a story in a series, but from the perspective of Mitchell, the other man involved in the beach encounter. It reads differently from the viewpoint of the prey. Mitchell's going swimming. This was the third time I came to this spot, over a mile from where the popular area where most people went swimming. I often wondered what it would be like to swim...
I am a 34-year old male who is on the road 5 days a week with my job. I work for a company that makes weight training equipment, and it's my job to travel all over the country trying to sell our products to fitness centers. So since I am dealing for the most part with gym owners that are in good shape because of their business, I too have to maintain a consi...
I awoke to the sound of a roaring I couldn't place and a pounding headache. Forcing my eyes open, I saw blue, a deep sky blue. I turned my head to the left and saw a row of thick mangroves and palm trees. To the right I saw the ocean crashing on the shore. I was on a beach. Sitting up, the world tilted, and I was hit with a wave like dizziness that threw me...
Mike clung to the arm of Larry, the older man he'd met just earlier in the day but who was everything to Mike at the moment, as, one of six men concentrating on their cards, a pall of smoke hovering over the table, Mike won another hand of poker. He hadn't even played much poker before now. And he'd never been in a place like this before now, either. The p...
I lay on my back, naked as the day I was born and feeling like a teenager in the presence of the man who knelt above me. We were sweating profusely in spite of the air conditioner's efforts. It was midday on a Tuesday in August and I was on Alan's bed in the timeshare he owned on the Caribbean island called Saint Maarten. Alan was the most experienced guy I...
Going to the beach is what they did that summer. Rockaway beach had water warm enough for swimming and a boardwalk ideal or walking along or having sex underneath. Food, places to play games, and bumper cars provided entertainment along the boardwalk. So did lots of people in bathing suits. There were so many hot bodies on the beach and the three of them ve...
My name is Jason, I am nineteen years old and from the South West of Scotland and I have just completed my first year studying Tourism at an Ayrshire College. I don't have a career plan as yet, as I have still to work out what I want to do; this is my story. Although my parents are funding me through college, I also have a part time job in a local Morrison'...
The sunset was beautiful, as it usually was at the beach in Naples, Florida I was sitting on the sand just watching he sun go down and listening to the waves lap up onto the shore. There was a warm breeze off the water and I could smell the salt air. I was here almost every day at sunset time to unwind from a day of work. My day of work started a 5 a.m. and...