Twentieth Installment in the "Latina" Series of Erotic Tales Hi, loyal readers. I have a best friend named Connie, whom I've known since college. She is, like me, a woman who knows what she likes, and is lucky enough to have a husband who cares enough to make her love-life as spectacular as mine is. That is, she is as wild and crazy sexually as I am, maybe...
I thought I could feel the individual rays of sun on my chest, heating my skin and hopefully contributing to the tan I was working on that summer. Even through my eyelids the Greek sun shone a bright white. Sweat dripped down my temples. While I'd been at the beach for an hour and a half already, I'd only been tanning for 20 of those minutes, and I knew I ha...
I feel ridiculous; underdressed and overly aware of how much glitter is on my face. "Come out," Maddy had said. "It'll be fun," Tiff had said. "It'll be good for you," Amber had added. "You have to get out of that dark dungeon of despair you've condemned yourself too," I had said to myself. So here I am. Awesome. Catching a passing reflection of myself...
PROLOGUE Somewhere in the empire, Lucia Holconia Polla had a dream. In her dream, she watched her home city of Pompeii crumble delicately into a fine powdery dust. A wind swept around her, a wind that moaned and sounded like both pleasure and pain, and blew the dust away. Lucia felt both happy and sad Pompeii was gone. Happy because she knew it was gone...
It was everything I had imagined. The water was crystal clear. The sand was fine and tinted pink. There was not a cloud in the sky. It was perfect. I was in Greece! Finally, after all the years of pinching pennies, I was here. I have studied Greek since I was a child. I went to Greek school and have practiced the language since I was eight years old. Now,...
The ferry was due to sail just before midnight. While we were waiting to drive our hire car onto the ship, my wife and I had sat in a taverna knocking back Metaxa Greek brandy. By the time that we had stowed the car and found the lounge I was shattered. Susan, my beautiful but wanton wife, had consumed enough Greek brandy to feel horny, so she told me to get...
Note to Reader: This story centers on mother and daughter, the daughter name is Asya and the mother name is Funda. The story is told primarily after the First World War during the collapse of the Ottoman Empire and rise of the Turkish Republic. Both women are beautiful in their own right, Funda with her blonde hair and hazel eyes and Asya with her black hair...
Part Two- The Dance August 23- Belarus, Greece While Professor Chase cleaned herself up in the Cairo Airport restroom, I opened the scroll case we had liberated from the Egyptian Arms Dealers. The scroll, thought to be an ancient text documenting the first commands of Osiris to the King of Egypt, was actually written in a tale written in Latin about King D...
My wife and I took a vacation from Canada to Greece one summer. It was really lovely. Nude beaches and beautiful waters. On one of the Islands, we headed into town to do some shopping. And here's where it happened. I was standing in the Greek souvenir shop, looking at the little figurines, when I came across the naked section. Greek men with hard dicks were...
Peander was fast asleep. In fact, he was in a slumber, deeper than any doze he had enjoyed his whole young Greek life. This was that sleep that comes only to the well fed, the well drunk and the well fucked; and he was all three. Laying flat on a large bearskin rug in Freya's tent, his face was frozen into a wide-toothed grin. His neck, chest and back were c...