This is a long story, a husband’s eye view of Runaway Bay, submitted by Crystal607. It can be read as a stand alone story. * My name is Barry. I’m a professional photographer in my early forties, with a stunning young wife and model, named Crystal. We live in England, and because of work commitments, we take our vacations during our winter. She posted he...
My dear friends and readers. No one is more surprised than I am to be writing once again. On November 18, 2019 it will be 2 years since I was able to put anything on paper worthy of you reading it. I am not going to bore you with what has happened during this time. However, I am still here, and I guess that is better than any alternative I can think of. I th...
"Boom" chapter archive (through Boom 20) translated by Hiroko: I can tell you about a different man I saw, also before Mitchell, of course. His name was Nat. I decided to write about us in the third person, not using "I" but "she" for myself. Maybe that makes the story clearer. And it's past, after all. Poof part 1 This is the story, a short one, of...
A Sweet Young Girl, a battle-hardened Space Marine, a meeting in a Club, and you all know the Story… * © 2020 Chloe Tzang. All rights reserved. The author asserts a moral right to be identified as the author of this story, although she's really not sure she wants to admit to that. The following is a work of fiction. All characters are fictional. So far....
Thank you all for the nice compliments I received on the first part of this story. Like its predecessor, this story, is totally fictional, like all the rest of the tales I've written. Some of the people I've mentioned are real as are some of the places. Other than that, the rest of the characters are fictional, as in "Not Real". I say this because it never f...
My name is Mark Thompson and I was born and raised in a small town a few miles southeast of Houston, Texas. My parents, Michael and Kerrie Thompson, were both professionals that commuted back and forth into Houston every day. They were both attorneys, but my father however, was a federal judge. My mother had no political ambitions therefore; she chose to be...
A warm breeze blew in from the sea as Peter walked along the cobbled harbour causeway. The threadbare soles of his white yacht shoes did little to cushion the rough surface. He had walked over twenty miles since leaving the small pension where, for a few francs he had stayed the night. He reached into the pocket of his white trousers, which were already gru...
AUTHORS NOTE: I decided to make my last submission a selection of my life's ten best sexual encounters. Some of these were affairs that lasted for months and some for years. Others were memorable one night stands. Instead of going in chronological order I ranked the encounters according to the hottest ones beginning at number ten and working my way to numbe...
"What?" Taylor screamed. "You told them what?" Tim Stanton cringed. Taylor towered over him. She was naked, she was aroused, but wanton and wanting. Tim had had her for three days and she'd not come once with him. She'd been coddled close to the edge, escorted to the moment of delight but always the little shit left her wanting and empty, unfulfilled and d...
My life story as an exhibitionist. Contents: Preface Chapter 1. Rude Awakening Chapter 2. Let Me Introduce Myself Chapter 3. Strange Yearnings Chapter 4. You Should Have been Riding The same Trains As Me Chapter 5. Memories Of A Good Girl Guide Chapter 6. My Second Girl Guide Badge Chapter 7. My Life As A Fresher Stripped Bare Chapter 8. My Cummin...