© SADIE ROSE BERMINGHAM & BELLORA QUINN 2009 Thanks to the usual suspects for lovely comments and for taking the trouble to cast your vote. As ever it's much appreciated, and it's good to be back. Time to move things along a little, though. The boys are up for a night on the town but mix these guys with alcohol and adrenaline and anything could...
AVERTISMENT: Intamplarile descrise mai jos sunt reale, asa ca a trebuit sa schimb numele proprii si, eventual, unele locatii. NOTA: Ii multumesc si pe aceasta cale lui Dr_Vlad, care a avut amabilitatea de a citi acest text inainte de a fi publicat. Intotdeauna parintii mi-au spus sa ma feresc de femeile stricate... Am saptesprezece ani si ma intorc de la...
The sun rose over the beautiful, vibrant coastal City of Cap-Haitien, second largest metropolitan area in the Republic of Haiti. After a spectacular night spent dancing and drinking at Feu Vert Night Club while celebrating Haitian Flag Day, Nicholas Pierrot was spent. Inside the Pierrot villa located in the suburb of Bel Air, which overlooked the metropolis,...
Chris and I got together in 1988, he had always been a Naturist or Nudist call it what you will. He had warned me of this when we first met and planned to get together. We had met at the camera club where I had posed for portraits but when he first came to my home he said that he would love to photograph me naked. Until that time I had always been a very shy...
"Name?" "Miko Kubo." "Age?" "Twenty-three." "Nationality?" "American." "What is the purpose of your trip?" "Pleasure," I replied as I removed the neon green Billabong cap for the photograph. The rest of my tour group preceded me or followed close behind, chattering excitedly amongst themselves. I also had a stuffed Bugs Bunny in my carryon luggage, ju...
The Marquis de Valmont strode down the narrow, cobbled street, his bootheels clocking on the worn, wet stones. Darkened homes stretched out before him on either side, their windows blind in the encompassing fog. The Marquis was tall, a bit over six feet, with shaggy brown hair, and eyes ice blue, as if he had eyes of drops of frozen Caribbean water. His grea...
Sitting at the table across from Florence Joseph, Sebastien Renard watched her eat. The big and tall young Haitian-American man smiled wistfully. Things were going pretty good. Here she was, having dinner with him and his grandmother Cecilia. Also present were Florence's younger brother and granny. Sebastien played the part of the congenial host, loving ever...
Author's Note: This is a resubmission. Even though it clocks in at 4500 words, this one is a small part of a much larger work I'm developing. I probably won't publish it all here -- too much of it is non-erotic. In the large piece (30,000 words and counting!) titled 'Moments', the protagonist reminisces about the loves of his life, the highs and lows of the...
Hello, my name is Harry. Harry M. Commo, I'm an early retiree living in a developed community along the central Jersey Shore. I get laid a lot. First, about me. I worked just slightly over thirty years for the local Electric Utility Company. I did a lot of different jobs for them and had a rewarding career. When I was fifty-three, the company got bought by...
Copyright jeanne_d_artois (aka oggbashan) February 2020 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. This story is one of a series of tales t...