We made our way down the hills and back towards the campground and the thumping music. The bowl of earth that surrounded the festival captured the sound and sent it echoing back and forth, filling the campground with a low vibration. Above us the night was a pitch black bowl, the stars unable to compete with the flashing lights of the DJ booth. The pulsing l...
I take a deep breath as I flick the headlights to my grey pickup truck off and downshift into first gear. I turn into your drive way and turn off my truck. I stick it into neutral and coast silently closer to your house. I hit the brakes and put it back in gear and pull on my e break as you carefully open your door and wait for me to climb out. I slip out of...
"Saxon slaves! Yellow-haired Saxon slaves!" Donaire turned at the slaver's shout on the back of his horse, with the sound of well-worn leather creaking. The heavy iron helmet he wore shortened his view to the side. Yet, he did glimpse the thin silhouettes of ragged blond-haired slaves atop a thick wooden block. Four . . . nay, five and the last two were wom...
The following story is 100% true. The names and locations have been disguised. Beth even posts her own pictures on online forums occaisionally. When I met her, Beth Johnson was a freshman at the University. A product of an all-girls Catholic high school, Beth had that fresh-scrubbed, girl-next-door appeal. When we met about 2 a.m. one Sunday morning, she w...
BabyGirl, I want to dance with you... in Rio de Janeiro during Carnival. I think I want you on a float in the middle of the parade with me. We can dance with the other 15 or 18 de Jenerians on the float. Huge, loud, sweaty, hot crowds around us. Lots of music. Loud and fast beats. You can dance in my arms; swing your head back and forth looking up. Hips mo...
Joe and I went out Saturday night. We did a little 2 stepping at the local honky tonk and just had us a good old time. You guys know how I like to play dress up, and how much Joe encourages me to show off, so this gave me a great opportunity to go Cowgirl. I started off with light black stocking and lace garter belt. Being only 5'2" the stocking come hig...
My wife is obsessed with Belly Dancing. She dances mainly in local amateur shows but also dances professionally. She has a website to advertise her services as an entertainer for everything from family parties to corporate events. I always accompany her to make sure she stays safe. Belly Dancing is a sensual art and Tracy's style of dance is very sexually ch...
As with all my stories, I welcome other authors to add chapters! Remember to like and bookmark your favorite chapters! Regular chapters with 5+ likes get a sequel, chapters with 10+ likes get two. End chapters get an epilogue with 10+ likes. Chapters with the most likes & bookmarks get updated first! All characters in this story are at least 18 years old...
Marcy held onto the brass pole like she was making love to it, moving and gyrating about. She was auditioning for Candice, the new owner of the Brass Pole, a gentleman's club. Marcy had worked there for several years, but that was before her left leg was amputated at the hip a few months ago. In the nude, there was no doubt about that or the way her roll of...
Bagoas sat in the shade of a tree in the central courtyard of the Taourirt Kasbah in the desert of Morocco. He was a large person, well muscled due to his frequent exercise. Near him sat his body servant and protege, Hamid, just turned 18 and learning his trade. Hamid was fortunate to be apprenticed to such an important person as Bagoas, for Bagoas was Maste...