French Village Bana Hills Stories

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1997 - A Long Time Ago Pt. 01: Foreplay

by Mnhb on Mar 18, 2020
Erotic Couplings

THIS STORY: Part I - Foreplay: On my first visit outside Europe during my college years, during a 3-month exchange programme, I was introduced to the exotic allure of a rustic Indian woman. My part-time maid, Meena, a village woman working in Bombay, acquainted me with the erotic wonders of her body and a subtle journey into the salacious depths of her soul,...

Prince and the Poor Girl Ch. 02

by vantyaak on Sep 14, 2017
Romance

(All the characters in this story are aged 18 or more) PRESENT : A telegram was waiting for him when he reached home. He was urgently called back to College as the College semi-annual test was starting next day. He had no time to see Thakur Mangal Sinh, father of Fulava. He called in his buddy Chandrakant. After making him take the oath of secrecy he left...

French Connections Ch. 02

by Linda_Lee on Sep 12, 2017
Erotic Couplings

It was the most delicate of feather-like touches tracing the curve of my naked hip and upper thigh that stirred me gently from my slumber. The first of his soft angel-kisses, which he so delicately placed up along my back, caused my breath to catch in my throat. His touch was so gentle and so patiently erotic that I wasn't quite sure yet if I was awake or st...

River Cruise Adventures Ch. 02

by Ivan_Ivanovich on Sep 15, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

The day began with the normal routine of going on a walking tour of the small French village where our ship had docked during the night. It was a very pleasant experience and our guide was very knowledgeable and spoke excellent English. Returning to the ship, we went to the Dining Room for lunch after which the only thing scheduled was a glass blowing demons...

Dominating Neighbour

by dirty30s on Sep 13, 2017
Interracial Love

To think it all started with a slight indiscretion. There we were, two ordinary couples, living in a small French village. From the outside, so ordinary, so traditional, but behind closed doors lay another story all together. The following is based on fact, but the names and locations are changed to protect the not-so-innocent. But perhaps, I'm getting ahe...

Bill, Betty, David and Sherry

by houstonbicouple on Sep 15, 2017
Loving Wives

Betty and I had only been married three years when I got the seven year itch. I'd been married once before to my child hood sweetheart and while I had wanted to ask her to have sex with me and a friend of mine I never got up the nerve. Fortunately that marriage ended after only a couple of years and even more fortunately without us having had a kid. While go...

Men at Arms

by oggbashan on Dec 16, 2017
Romance

Copyright Oggbashan December 2017 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 set at the time of the Hundred Years War. Convers...

Gite Ch. 01: Gite in Southern France

by Stanlow on Feb 6, 2018
Loving Wives

This is my first submission, the Gite is real, the English characters are based on real people. The English village which will link this series is real. The events are fictitious. They do use condoms. Like brushing teeth, they don't talk about it! ***** THE VILLAGE 01 - THE GITE IN SOUTHERN FRANCE FRIDAY We are such a normal group of people, if you saw...

Chocolate Kisses Ch. 01

by calibeachgirl on Sep 12, 2017
Romance

copyright @ calibeachgirl All rights reserved 2011 Venice, California Tuesday, December 8th, 1931 James Ewart drove north along the coastline to Albert Kinney's vanishing dream. Venice, built with such fanfare twenty-five years ago had become nothing more than the backwash of an oil field. In 1930, amid much enthusiasm, the Ohio Oil Company struck oil....

Open Cafe

by DireLilith on Sep 14, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

Peter loved Paris. It was the city of love, and even if he had come here alone, even if during his whole two weeks here nothing exciting had happened to him, he still loved the city. It was so old, so full of culture and history. It had meaning, it had depth. It had things in it Peter's life had never had. Peter was thirty five years old now. He had failed...