Nassau Landing in Nassau, the first thing that strikes you as you walk off the plane on to the tarmac is the warm humid air scented with a multitude of flowers. It is dark now although it is only 7 pm; you are excited as you head towards Customs and the exit doors. I am waiting on the other side, a bouquet of fresh cut flowers in my hand. You definitely st...
Considering I hadn't killed anyone for months, life was good. People say, "Do what you know." I know killing people. This is not a skill accepted in great degrees by our society. If you're good at killing people, you go into the military, or if you're really good, you get into politics. Neither option appealed to me, so I had used my skills in an illegal f...
A gentle wave swept across the wet sand and another shell tumbled over Nicole's foot. She stepped on it to catch it then she picked it up and washed it in the warm water before adding it to the collection in her sunhat. It was mid-December and she and her husband had traveled to Australia's Gold Coast for their vacation. She lazily looked back up at her ho...
Once upon a time there lived in a certain small town a sweet girl of eighteen. She was well liked in the community, and because of her shoulder-length red hair everyone called her 'Red.' This girl had an affliction of an unfortunate sort, for Red was deeply sheltered. Her single mother was quite theologically ingrained, and monitored Red the entirety of her...
My wife Collette sat next to me nervously sipping her drink as if half of her was waiting for the gallows and half waiting to open Christmas presents. I could see a range of emotions each time I glanced her way as her eyes scanned our dimly lit surroundings. Our surroundings were a Hotel lounge on a Saturday night, and the reason we were here was the promi...
(Again, I originally published this story under the name of NewForester, but I now write under the name of Rockycoveboy. I hope you enjoy the story second time around.) ***** Rabat, the capital of Morocco, situated on the north-western coast of Africa. Its teeming streets, its hot climate, miles and miles of sand, and Atlantic waters, making it a wonderful...
Never tried writing anything like this before, but it was fun to write -- I hope it's fun to read, too! As usual, everyone involved in any sort of sex is 18 or over. --=[::]=-- They stay that stage fright fades over time, and you can get used to more or less anything. I, however, would disagree. Sure, I've performed before, and that had followed the usu...
Usual Disclaimer Time: Even though this story almost entirely takes place in a high school setting, all the characters in this story are 18 years old or older, and since we're living in the wide wonderful world of porno-land here, where clichés roam free and things might get a little unrealistic from time to time, please remember it's all in good fun, I swea...
"I'll get the house, you get the shed," Lars sent back. I stood and pulled off my Ghillie suit, then ran naked down the hillside with my pistol in my hand. I went straight to the dead men, watching the house as I rifled their pockets. The big man had a key ring, I grabbed that and went to the door of the shed. The padlock was a Masterlock, I saw a key with...
Author's Note: A Drow's Dilemma began as a one-on-one roleplaying project and has been converted into a chapter-by-chapter format for weekly posting with the permission and assistance from my partner. It will contain a considerable amount of sexual themes such as femdom, lesbian, straight, 'reverse' rape, BDSM, group sex, romance, and other themes. The mai...