As per request, here is part two. This is a work of fiction. All characters involved at least 18 years of age. No resemblance to real people or events is intended. ***** It was one year after my passionate night with Peggy that I ran into her again. It was by total chance that, as I got onto the train for London, I saw her sitting alone by the window. I...
(This story is real except for the names. It took place on September 1985. This is my first story ever and I hope you'll like it.) I dry docked my 28 footer in Perama west of Athens, packed my clothes and started my journey to Amsterdam to join a nice Dutch woman I met while sailing the Greek islands. It was going to be a long and boring train - ferry - t...
Preliminaries: Note: The following is from the perspective of a heterosexual guy. Replace she with he, her with his, etc. if necessary. Many women yearn to try this last of the taboos, but there seem to be few statistics on how many like the experience, and even less information on how many repeat it. What follows is based on my own experiences, in the ho...
He waited nervously, wondering; in the cool crisp air, sat on the park bench clutching a bag which contained the items she had instructed him to bring. A deep sense of anticipation, intrigue, puzzlement and fascination welled in him as he waited for her. Three days had passed and he had followed each of her instructions, precisely. Now he ached to see her; b...
Elizabeth Moore closed and latched the door to her compartment, stowed her bags away overhead and settled into the seat. Glancing out the train window, she noted the cold gray drizzle that hung over the cityscape like one of Whistler's fogs, and reflected that an uneventful train journey was not an unpleasant prospect. She leaned back against the cushion, he...
Amelia took a seat on an almost deserted train, she looked around her. There was a couple a few seats away, too deep within each others mouths to notice her. A man with his head stuck in a paper across the aisle from her and a woman looking into a compact mirror tidying her hair a few seats in front of her. She tried to decide who her next victim would be. W...
You are Naomi Haruno, a drop-dead gorgeous schoolgirl at the age of 18. You have long, beautifully flowing pink hair, and cute, bright blue eyes. Your physique is trim and lightly toned, with curvy hips and a perky rump, as well as plump D-cup breasts. You wake up in the morning on a Friday. Slowly, you open your bleary eyes to the sight of sunlight streamin...
An abrasive train whistle cuts through your gentle sleep. As you groggily open your eyes, you see the familiar antique decor of your private train compartment. The bench across from you is empty. You sigh: it's been a while since you've had any kind of company, human or otherwise. Hopefully, those administrative privileges and the sexual endurance pill the p...
Author's note: If you have not read the previous story of this tale, please do so. You will better understand the characters of this tale, their way of speaking, and some of the mannerisms and customs unique to Japan. Forgive me if there are parts of this story that differ from your knowledge and understanding of Japan and its people. The standard disclose...
I genuinely hope you like this chapter. If this is your first time reading this series, I strongly encourage you to read the previous 3 chapters. They lead up to this point. I have never written girl on girl before this series. No, I am not interested in it, at all. When I was asked to write about having a sister sub, I balked at the idea. But it seems to ha...