Welcome back, readers, for the final chapter of my story. If you've been with me since the beginning, you will have accompanied me on a taboo shattering journey, both geographical and sexual. I discovered a flair for public sex, I engaged in group sex and threesomes with lesbians, I fucked gays up the arse and received expert blowjobs from them, I played wit...
CHAPTER 3 -- TRAIN OF THOUGHT We walked in silence for about a mile until we reached a large clearing. By now, the sun had nearly set. One of the gamesmen raised his walkie-talkie and spoke into it, "Gordon to base- be advised, team is approaching checkpoint 9. Prepare for entry" Then, the man placed the walkie back into his hip holster. Just then, I heard...
Thanks to the readers who commented on Part one. I will get better at this with practice and advice. ***** Finally, a way back came from an outside source. We had friends who had been married almost as long as we, and who were about our age. We had been close friends and companions for over 20 years, and they had visited me almost every day in the hospital...
Saturday Afternoon They'd cleaned up and showered. And dressed. Well, sort of. She'd pulled on a fresh pair of pink bikini panties, with just enough fabric to cover her mound and not much more than that. She'd pulled his dress shirt back on, too, but left the front unbuttoned so he could see her, and touch her, whenever he wanted. She felt deliciously sexy....
"MMmmm..." Your wordless reply sounded just as tired as mine. Snuggling against you, I wondered briefly if you would be there when I woke up before sleep overcame me. Dreaming of making love to you, I never felt my body being tied to the four poster bed, nor did I feel your tears land against my skin... I awoke in the morning feeling wonderfully stiff. Ever...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This never happened! It is purely a fic of my warped dreams. --------------- PRESENT DAY "Is there anything I can get you? Something to drink, perhaps?" asks the overly perky stewardess with a thick British accent. "No." I snap at her without even looking up. Yes, I know it's rude, but I don't give a rat's ass. For over an hour I've been...
Malcolm was going to tell her. He really was. But Lara was sick every morning and worn out every night. And then it was Christmas. Shopping, decorating, outings with his nieces, gifts, Christmas dinner; work was crazy for Lara, fourth quarter financial preparations already underway. He'd been served with papers at the beginning of December and had scheduled...
1.01 Susan Inherits a Beach House: 1.02 Susan visits the Beach House: 1.03 Susan moves into the Beach House: 1.04 Susan meets the Entities: 1.05 Susan and the Jacuzzi: * 1.01 Susan Inherits a Beach House: Susan sat at a large conference table for the reading of her parents will. Her parents had gone over their will several times Susan and she sat ther...
They say the imagination is the most vital erogenous zone of them all... It's late. The hour she loves most. It seems that now, Paris – with its night-veiled boulevards, is most perfectly itself. Reminding her of a sensual woman wrapped in dark cloaks, dreaming dreams of illicit lovers, the odour of bodies, the paleness of flesh, the pulse of breath, laught...
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Or is it? All characters herein are imaginary. Or are they? All events described here are fictitious. Oh, really? All locales described here are real and actual. If you had been to the unnamed places, you would recognize them. But this story is not to be taken seriously. Or is it? All sexual activity depicted here invol...