"What a beautiful day!" Sandra says excitedly. "Sure is." Her friend, Betty replies. "I can't wait to get set up on the beach & enjoy it." "I wonder where everyone is." Sandra says, sounding a little confused. Sandra & Betty are best friends. They have been since high school. They won a free trip to the Carribean. They've set up on a remote beach farther...
Alexia smeared the bathroom mirror with her hand, giving her just enough clear glass to see her reflection in the opaque mess. With her new small window, she could just barely make out her dark brown hair, blue eyes, and thin facial features through the steam. Taking her comb, she began to slowly brush through her tangled mess of hair. After several minutes...
It was the week I look forward to every summer. For only one week, I got a break from working day and night at the cultural center, dancing for tourists who liked to think of themselves as intelligent and worldly. They had no idea I was of Filipino and Japanese heritage, they just saw the slanted eyes, black hair and honey-brown skin (which no one can truly...
(The last story Shara invited me to meet Brenda at the beach and mix it up with her lesbian group warning me they may make me a free for all party! The strapon sex is vivid but believable as the author has personally been strapon fucked for two hours at a time!) * Shara invited me to the gay/lesbian alternative nude beach that was hidden away in private p...
Over the next several weeks we moved back and forth from her place to mine, took trips in the boat. We decided to take a long trip that could be like a honeymoon for us. We took the boat up the lovely Chesapeake Bay to Baltimore and anchored in the Inner Harbor. We toured the shops, the Aquarium, and then went to the sex shops a couple of blocks away. We fou...
You and I are together again, enjoying each other on a trip in the tropics. We decide to take a walk on a nude beach you found. The beach was not very big, but we just had to check it out! I was topless, in white thongs. You were naked. It was mid morning on a Friday. Not many people were around. We were enjoying our walk when I spotted a girl, reading a boo...
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...
This story is copyright of Destinie21. * Evelyn sensed the other woman's absence even before she was fully awake, she was disappointed but not really surprised. She would have liked to have awakened with Jerusalem in her arms but somehow she was absolutely sure it would take more than words to assure the frightened little girl that hovered just below the s...
Lori woke up to the sound of the waves and of the ocean breeze blowing through the open French doors in the bedroom. She had no idea what time it was but by the brightness outside she knew it had to be late morning. She turned over and noticed that she was alone in the bed. Lori wondered to herself if maybe she had dreamed last night. Just then Anne walked o...
It's never too late to reinvent yourself. *** Days morph together when they're the same. This was how Erica felt, a single mother of two. Even working her dream job as an editor was becoming humdrum. She'd wake up, help prepare the kids for school, then spend the rest of the day doing her work as a freelance writer or editor. Her life was very middle-clas...