(I which I taste Bethany's Schwarzwalder-Kirschtorte and she samples my Schwarzschlange-Honigschlag) * Beth had given me her car keys and I brought my toolkit and mechanic coveralls to the bars' parking lot. When I popped the mustangs' hood, I found what I expected: a broken distributor cap. A quick trip to the parts store, a short tune-up and I had the 't...
Some readers might find my use of Madame or the abbreviation Mme in this story a little formal or old fashioned. This I have done quite deliberately for two reasons. First, the story takes place in rural France where the old fashioned rules of politeness are still observed. With the family, close friends or children forenames and informal (2nd person singula...
Copyright @ calibeachgirl and shuttlepilot All rights reserved, 2011 Chapter 24 Love Me To Sleep Humming, Barbara climbed the stairs to the second floor offices as she finally returned to duty and smiled at everyone she met. "It's about time you got back," Frank said, smiling. "Hey, really, though, I've missed you. Working by myself isn't much fun."...
(I which I taste Bethany's Schwarzwalder-Kirschtorte and she samples my Schwarzschlange-Honigschlag) * Beth had given me her car keys and I brought my toolkit and mechanic coveralls to the bars' parking lot. When I popped the mustangs' hood, I found what I expected: a broken distributor cap. A quick trip to the parts store, a short tune-up and I had the 't...
If my wife hadn't taken that nighttime cold medicine and fallen asleep early, I never would have hooked up with Joanne. I wasn't ready to go to bed, there was nothing good on television, and it was obvious that sex with my wife was not an option, so I went on the computer and logged onto one of the social networking sites. What impulse was it that made me ty...
Isabella De Carlo lay crumpled in a fetal position and tried to protect herself as Blackwell kicked her repeatedly in her ribs. "What were you thinking? How could you be so foolish? You know how much I need her cooperation, and you tell the pigeon that you've been sleeping with her man!" "I'm sorry, but I couldn't stand the look on her face! I couldn't jus...
It's often been said that you find out not who or what you think you want but that which you need when you least expect it. I find this to be true, mainly because it happened to me. The name is Khadra Al-Jubeir and I was born in the City of Jeddah, Saudi Arabia, to a Saudi Arabian father and a Somali immigrant mother. As a Muslim immigrant woman living in th...
Chapter 3: A Passion for Public Nudity We have seen in the first two chapters that Diana had an obsession with showing off her body in public. She designed and selected clothes on this basis. She carefully planned where and how she could exhibit herself. She luxuriated in the reactions of people to her nakedness. Most of all, she appreciated my complicity i...
The streets of Ottawa, Ontario, are really burning up. The summer heat is here and I can't keep my ass indoors. I've got to go outside and see what kind of stuff I can get into. My name is Daryl Lucien, and I'm a big and tall young Black man of Haitian descent. I moved to the Capital region of Canada on November 17 of the year 2008 and have been living there...
Her long legs scissored languidly as she swam the length of the pool. From my lane, beside and slightly behind her, I watched avidly. Starting at those small, perfectly formed feet, her glowing calves, thighs and pert arse cheeks drew my attention to the thin strap of material covering her pussy. As she swam, her butt flexed in a rhythmic and hypnotic pat...