Credit must be given to Louis L'Amour. His book, "The Walking Drum", first introduced me to the phrase "Yol Bolsun". While research indicates disagreement as to the correct translation, I prefer Mr. L'Amour's translation because of its literal and metaphoric inferences. In any event, I hope you enjoy this story. Please vote and comments are always welcome....
To read the beginning of this adventure, come and read Sergeant Sebastian's Vacation. ************ The evening turned out to clear and beautiful after the afternoon rain storm. The moonlight was bright as Sebastian and Sheronda went for a walk on the nude beach. They discovered a few couples in various stages of nakedness around a fire. They joined the oth...
Waiting in this empty world, Waiting for Then, when the life spray cools. For Now does ride in on the curl of the wave, And you will dance with me in the sunlit pools. We are of the going water and the gone. We are of water in the holy land of water And all that's to come runs in With the thrust on the strand." Kate Bush, "Jig of Life" Gabriel viewed the v...
I headed back for my last semester of my senior year determined to honor my commitment to Debbie to leave her alone to improve her marriage but also knowing that at some time in the future she would want me again. I graduated college in 1980 with unemployment in double digits and was unable to find a job in my field. My parents were not willing to send me t...
The idea for this story came after hearing a standup comic's routine. The comedian joked that after watching porn on the internet, he'd come to a conclusion. All the devil need do to get every woman in the world to sell their souls, was to have a big, black cock. So, I decided, why not? With all these new powerful women that have burst onto the scene in the...
I had finished college. And now working under Wendy and her daughter Stephanie was a dream come true. Working five days a week and then getting some from grandma. What more could i ask for? I started to look forward to the days ahead like an adventure. A dominant grandma who was beginning to understand my nature as a foot fetishist and I got to make dres...
Authors' Notes: I have been in touch, via e-mail, with Peggy Sanford. I was honored and flattered when she wrote that she had read and enjoyed my stories. I was excited when she invited me to continue writing about her and her naughty adventures. She was especially interested in having me write about her early life as a newlywed, her time as a flight attenda...
Chapter Three Fulfillment After leaving Keith's office, Susan spent the afternoon piddling away the day with Debbie. If Deb was embarrassed about watching Keith and her that morning it certainly didn't show. Sue highly suspected and desperately hoped that Debbie didn't know she had seen her. What she knew for absolute certain was Debbie liked to watch. Of...
"You cannot be serious!" Lynette Olsen rolled her eyes & stared down her nose at the Nigerian waiter who had just handed her a tray. The haughty American newlywed easily managed that feat despite the man's being at least 18 inches taller. She pushed the oval plate aside, "I am not holding my plate. Follow me." She swept into the buffet, pointedly ignoring th...
This short story is an entry in the Holidays contest. It is the property of the writer and may not be used by others without his permission. It is almost purely factual. It is entered under the Romance category, and out of respect for the participants, there is no descriptive sex in the story. * 23 December 1958 The Angel was perched on the top of the Ch...