In Part 1 we met Theresa. Theresa is a schoolteacher with long blonde hair and blue eyes from Germany. Theresa is spending her summer working on an archaeological dig when a revolution breaks out in that country and the airport is closed. She takes up an offer by the leader of a team of securitymen to try to get out of the country by the road south into the...
The ridges from the cane on her bottom told her she was in for more punishment, in public too, when the final curtain fell. The sound system was turned up as Michael Jackson belted out "Thriller" the excitement of the crowd was visible from the poor people right at the back to the Mayor and his guests at the front. The curtains part and Petra joins the res...
My home visits of a very exclusive and particular kind are forever a learning curse regarding the attributes of those very passionate starved ladies out there, particularly those who attended the Hen Party which me and my troupe emulating the chipmunks, attended. I was inundated for private sessions and the general excuse was that it was fine doing it at th...
After our rather exciting journey down, I didn't think things could get any better, how wrong I was. We arrived at the caravan and piled out. Fran was still groggy from the effects of the pills she'd taken to help her on the journey. Little did she know how short the journey had seemed to us. We got the keys and made ourselves at home in the caravan. Fran a...
The medic was the first who woke up that morning. The soldier was still sleeping, and he decided not to disturb him. No breakfast, as the day before. The food was too scarce. Maybe that guy could run away with the food. Maybe after having cut his throat... No, he was not that kind of man, able to kill someone who had saved his neck. And on the other hand, th...
We had been married for ten years and my parents agreed to look after our two boys aged nine and six for a week so we could have a second honeymoon. Our first had been OK but a bit disappointing as we were not well off, so a cheap hotel in London had to suffice. Right now we were not much better off but decided to take our caravan to a remote site in mid-Wal...
********* CHAPTER 1 ********* LOW FOG SHROUDED the countryside in mist. Hidden behind a leaden sky, the sun cast a meager light that did nothing to warm the cool, crisp air. After three days of rain, the ground was moist and soggy under her feet as Anári made her way back to the village. Clutching her basket to her chest, she stepped over a rotting log, car...
This is a work of fiction and all characters are aged over 18. The story covers many themes but Group Sex appeared to be the most applicable category. Votes and comments are always welcome. ------------------------------- The Coopers met the Mitchells at a dusty caravan park half way across the Nullabor Plain. They struck up a conversation -- as often hap...
Thanks to all that have been waiting patiently for the second chapter of book 2. Again due to personal and health issues I had really brain locked half way through the chapter. While I was working on the third story I posted I realized what I wanted to do and not trying to give anything away. There is going to be some bouncing between the dimensions. Having...
We were having a weekend break at a hotel in Llandudno the evening had been champion, we were all slightly, shall we say "happy". Well fed, and with the obligatory few drinks under our pinnies, tongues started to loosen. This time the story was related by Pamela. One of our friends from south of the Thames in London, I will write it for you as she told it to...