Off the village of Tiputa, Rangiroa Atoll, French Polynesia Saturday Morning The woman sat in the sailboat's cockpit, her legs stretched out in the sun, her eyes fixed on the thatched-roof cottages that rimmed the palm-lined shore less than a hundred yards away. The sun had been up for less than three hours but already the morning air was thick and warm, a...
The First day Each plane we board is smaller than the last as we flew south for our dream vacation. We had started out at Vancouver International Airport on a huge wide bodied something or other, then changed planes in Honolulu and again in New Zealand until we finally took off from some small South Pacific island in a tiny float plane for our final flight...
Josh and Yasmine were back at the lagoon, hanging out on the rocks under the waterfall. Josh had to admit, he found it pretty relaxing, feeling the cool water splash down from on high and run down his back and his fishtail. His mermaid companion looked positively enticing with the rivulets and droplets of water coursing down her hair and breasts. He had been...
Robert and Vanessa got off the plane in Miami and they were met by Mark and Julie. Mark embraced his parents and Julie also gave them a warm hug and a kiss. "Wow Van! You look terrific." Julie said. "And so do you darling." Vanessa answered holding Julie at arms length. Both women were wearing short skirts, Julie's was a denim skirt that buttoned down the...
The next morning, Josh woke up on the beach. Alex was still there, sleeping, a few feet away from him. Normally affectionate (maybe rather more affection than a cousin ought to be), last night she had kept her distance. Her bikini-top and pirate-jewels sat in a small pile on the sand next to her, and she seemed to be resting peacefully. So, Josh decided to t...
Paradise: The First Day Each plane we boarded was smaller than the last as we flew south for our dream vacation. We had started out at Vancouver International Airport on a huge wide bodied something or other, then changed planes in Honolulu and again in New Zealand until, finally, we took off from some small South Pacific island in a tiny float plane for ou...
Swimming in the ocean as a merman was the strangest thing to Thomas. He could see clearly, he could hear and speak just as easily as if he were above the water, and he didn't feel the ocean's cold temperatures or crushing pressures at depth. The most disconcerting thing was breathing: Thomas had gills now, in his neck—they had opened up just as soon as he'd...
Mitch heard Lisa's question, but was still staring at the remains of the city, too shocked by what they saw to answer. Buildings were worn and crumbling, abandoned cars were rusted and strewn about the streets, trash and debris scattered everywhere... and not a single person was seen... anywhere. Looking behind them, they got a look at the building that to...
If you enjoyed it, or if you didn't, please rate it and please comment! In any case, thank you very much for reading! Pronounced I-know-ah *** The blaze of the sun heated the faded dashboard, making a stuffy convection oven out of the Chevy Astro van. The windows were rolled up to stop the chalky yellow dust from invading. Rick and Manny couldn't do much...
Chapter Three: An Introduction to the South Seas A continuing story of depravity, dominance, submission, and erotica. Okay, thrown in are the occasional references to world locations, traditions of the sea, and sailing terminology. After all, it's just a travelogue, there is no intent to create prurient interest. And I'm a wholesome boy without a dirty mind...