"Almost ready for some coffee?" Sami asked when she stuck her head in the bathroom as I showered. "I will be in just a few minutes, baby, I'm almost through," I answered as I rinsed the shampoo from my hair. We slept in until almost noon; by the time we had returned to the condo after dropping off Mel, it was almost four in the morning; so yeah, we slept i...
I was walking down the beach. It seemed quite secluded and I wondered if I wandered onto a private beach, but I continued to walk. I was about to turn around when out of the corner of my eye I see a woman standing on a balcony barely clad in a tiny swim suit. It was purple, or so I thought. This woman was thin and long legged, but that's about all I could se...
To the Reader: this little tale is part memory and part myth. The cove and the two women exhibitionists are things I remember from a trip in Northern California. The supernatural elements are inspired by the nickname a lover gave to me, "Siren". --Giada ************************************************** It was a lonely stretch of road we were on and everyt...
I went to the beach the other day. I went by myself, just to lay out a little. I wore my brown bikini with the flowers on it. I went to South beach and it was kind of empty because it was a weekday. But I did notice this REALLY attractive woman lying out near me. She had brownish blonde hair, and a GREAT body. I really couldn't help but notice her. I noticed...
The roses are blooming in the rather plain jar on my desk. It's a canning jar, it once held pickles I think, like the jars that used to line the shelves in your kitchen. The florist thinks I'm ridiculous for my regular purchase of three roses, one pale pink, two darker pink, but they remind me so much of you. Sometimes I sit here and stare at the sweet smell...
Authors Note: These stories are based on my life experiences. If you haven't read the first part of my story, I'd suggest that you do so... The names (or most of them) have been changed to protect the not-so-innocent. By the way, in case any of you are wondering after the end of this story, the answer is: "Yes, Cheryl is still a part of my life – even if we...
Once again an english story with the usual ask of not blaming me too much for the bad wording and spelling of my writing in a foreign language. This is the continuation of “A creamy beach surprise”, where I (Carmen, 24 years old on holiday in Spain) had a surprising, hot creaming session and more on the beach with a much older (66) American lady. My friends...
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It had been a long full day. Teaching at the university had its pluses and minuses but one thing was for sure, the long days on your feet definitely wore you out. That was behind me now. There was still enough warmth in the air and sun in the sky to hit the beach and wind down. I knew the perfect place to get away from the crowds. It's a tiny little isolated...
Nicole stopped out the front of Beth's house and tooted her horn. In a matter of moments, Beth appeared in the doorway, obviously calling something out to someone inside. Nicole smiled as she saw her girlfriend bound across the front yard to the car. It had been an adjustment to start thinking of her as her girlfriend, but she was getting used to it and lovi...