It was a brisk autumn day as Karl Chapman, Dagwood Strewth, and Jessibelle Dillas met in the lower atrium of the Northern Tropics hotel. They had been invited to spend the three day weekend at Aeryn and Edwin's fathers resort while it was getting refurbished from the summer bustle. It was essentially a merger of a glorified motel combined with a small water...
In the summer of 2010 I did an interview with a local radio station about my experiences mountaineering in Ecuador. I was pleased with that interview. I described not just the Andes but also some of my experiences with the local people both before the climbing began and afterwards when I had been ferried out with a potentially serious injury. Probably a fai...
Please note that all characters in this story are 18+ Chapter 1 - Meeting him She looks out the window, waiting to see the neighbor boy return from the store. It's been far too long since she had some fun, and she's chosen him as her target. She throws a glance at the mirror on the wall, admiring herself. She may be 50, but she's taken care of herself and...
We met Vernon Turner the day we moved into our new home. We thought we'd arrived, trading up from a small cramped apartment to a house with it's own garden. It was an expensive move, so I suppose we had. It had taken us a while but we'd finally scraped together enough money to put a sizable deposit down on a house in the suburbs so making the accompanying mo...
"I really need it tonight baby," Terri whispered to me, as we pulled the car into our favorite club. I knew she did by the way she had been acting the past few days. And when she dressed for this evening she certainly left no doubt. Her shortest, sexiest, black dress with spaghetti straps; her strappy high heels, and wearing her favorite [and mine] crotchles...
Why do I do it? A message from the author. I know that it is not everyone's cup of tea. I know equally well though that there are many of us who thrive on it, who enjoy it and get a big buzz from it. I know I do. I get a massive kick and huge excitement from it. There's some guilt and trepidation too of course, but they are relatively easily overcome. And...
I had one of those dreams last night. You know, where you have sex with someone and it gets you all horny and needy, but then you can't remember the details in the morning. I knew that I had fucked someone in my dreams, but I couldn't remember. But I was worked up by morning. My cock was throbbing. I must have been fucking against the mattress because I felt...
This is a story from an event long ago. It was the mid 90s when the internet was just kicking off and all you could do on the very large mobile phones available was make a phone call. I was in my mid 20s then, much more slimmer all over than I am now, and my big boobs probably stood out more then, than they do now, given my much slimmer figure. Those boobs h...
I had been married about a year, and had just started a new business, and moved into the dream home I had designed and built. Life was good...except my new wife was becoming distant. While I was building the house, she would make me breakfast, pack my lunch, and make me dinner. After we moved into the new house, and put it in both of our names, things change...
Ouch. I rolled out of the bed and limped into the bathroom clutching my abdomen. I didn't even look up at the mirror. That would have to wait for later. I reached up into the cabinets above the toilet and dug around, looking for a bottle of ibuprofen. I knew it would be there: He always remembered things like that. But I was very surprised to come up empty...