Sara and I were sitting by a boarding gate at Miami International, waiting for our flight to St. George. We traveled between the States and St. George a great deal and had become friendly with many of the flight crews who worked this run. However, the flight attendant who picked up the PA microphone this morning was new to us. She was a pert blonde with a wi...
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...
This story is based on real events. Feel free to rate and comment. Special thanks to my editor Pete_L . * Hi! My name is Paul and this is a story about me and my girlfriend's first exhibitionist experience. I'm just an average built 22 year old guy who lives in Europe. Like most students who are attending college in their own town, I live with my parents....
WARNING/DISCLAIMER: This story features scenes of extreme female domination and BDSM, including pee/toilet play and forced bisexuality. If such content is offensive to you, please do not continue. Note: that this is a re-write of an earlier piece that was originally published and subsequently removed. San Ramiro Island is a desolate place. Like most of the...
My wife, Elizabeth but known as Eli (her spelling but think Ellie), and myself, Alisdair, known as Al (because most of our acquaintances cannot get to grips with Scottish Gaelic), are not just committed naturists for over 30 years of being together, but committed people watchers, and amateur students of body language and other outward signs of what people ar...
Somewhere in the unknown eastern hemisphere in the Indian Sea, beyond Mauritania and the Ganges, was a place that the ancient geographer Ptolemy called the Isle of Satyrs. Legends say that no one appeared on the island during daylight, but at night great fires could be seen and the confused and barbaric sounds of flutes and drums could be heard. The nature o...
It wasn't that Jack had ever wanted to be a soldier. It was not something he chose from a range of professions. It was simply that Jack was born into an area where poverty and hardship were the norm, where the only choice for the boys who left school was either to slave in the local coal mines, or to join one of the armed services. So when Jack left school a...
I wanted to thank Randi for organizing this event and inviting me to be a part of it. Parts two and three will come along shortly. Now I get to read what the other guys wrote!!! -Ahaz Stranded on a desert island with three models. Every red blooded males dream, am I right? HA! Right now they are all pissed off at me and I am about ready to swallow the barr...
It was just like Fantasy Island. We arrived by a plane that landed in the water. We were met at the dock by a man dressed in a white suit. He led us to our bungalow on the north side of the island where the beaches were crystal clear and the temperature was in the mid eighties. The bungalow was perfect with sides that raised and allowed a comfortable breeze...
You know, I think hammocks were invented by some diabolical trickster-god, one with a truly sadistic sense of humor. Every time I lie upon one the suspension rope breaks, or the anchor comes loose, and down I come, returning to the Earth which bore me with a sudden, sullen, but not to be understated thud. There's nothing like the feeling of being struck with...