The drizzle was slowly but surely soaking her and making navigating a bicycle over the "kinderkopjes", the granites cobble stones like round children's skulls, of the small streets of the old Dutch university town, a dangerous affair. One too rash move would have her sliding. Nevertheless, Maartje almost willed her bicycle forward and peddled as fast as she...
Chapter 02: "After The Game" Feedback is welcome. So..... to re-cap....... Before we were married my wife (Dee) and I rented a nice 4 bedroom house outside of Brighton that we initially shared with 5 other people from University. Eventually it was just us so to help pay the rent my wife had an old friend of hers stay and rent out a room. Sanne is Europea...
Note: I am not, nor have I ever been a sailor, whether Navy or Merchant Marine. If I have made any technical errors regarding these ships, it is a result of my imagination, and everything here is a work of fiction. In some cases, names have been changed to protect the guilty. Chas * It was after midnight when I pulled up slowly at the end of my driveway. W...
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. ***** I was sitting outside Marco's uncle's café in Naples late on a balmy summer evening. Marc...
My thanks go to LadyCibelle and my friend SH for proofreading and editing this tale of woe. Not that it will be perfect; I fiddle about with tales far too much for that to happen. As is usual after posting my shorter stories, I'm continually receiving requests from readers wanting to know more about the characters in the tale and what happened to them late...
This is what Sandy's college boyfriend told her about his summer vacation in Europe. When they were back together, they were each pleasantly pleased to discover that the other had learned that there were more ways to make love than just the missionary position. At first, of course, they each were a little surprised at the recognition that the other had obvio...
Not many people know this about me, but I used to own and operate a BDSM-themed boutique hotel near the Canadian border, ten miles south of Blaine. It was called the Black Rose: 26 rooms, all themed with velvet curtains and marble pillars and packed with kinky sex implements, going for $300 a night in high season. It catered mostly to Americans and Canadian...
After that night with Angela, I waited a week to go back to the Pub. I knew she was leaving just a couple of days after our hookup. That was why I waited until then to take her home. It's a little awkward to have a one-stand with a girl and then run into her at your favorite bar again under any circumstance, especially if that one night stand involved her be...
An old story from 15 years ago. Some of the detail might be outdated now! ***** My agony was a great source of amusement to the men in my squad, but I was beyond caring about them. It felt as though the world had dropped on my balls and every movement only caused more pain. Eventually I dragged myself from my bag and went to see the duty boss to report...
Lily and Violet were standing over a naked man. He lay on the ground, battered and bruised, covering his crotch. He was also staring up Violet's skirt, and smiling at what he saw. Lily was drinking from a bottle of Gatorade, and Violet was finishing a can of beer. "You're not going to hydrate properly drinking that stuff," said Lily. "I know," said Violet...