This is a sequel to "Emily: Seduced on the Foredeck", and "Emily: Fingered on the Beach (in that order) But you don't need to have read those to (I hope) enjoy this story. ***** We swam out and climbed back aboard the yacht; drying ourselves while standing in the cockpit. After helping Adam set out the sun awning that spans between the spray dodger and t...
After Vicki's shallow breathing return to normal, after her pulsating pussy stopped pulsating, after the glazed eyes came back into focus, we could talk about our upcoming plans. "You remember Sandy?" she asked. "How could I have forgotten so soon?" I replied, "Your not-so-shy cousin. Why do you ask?" "She's coming to stay with me for a week next month...
*This is my first story on here. Please be honest and leave any suggestions you may think would help! Enjoy!* * Elle had been lying in the warm sand for hours, enjoying the beginnings of the summer heat. She knew it wasn't good for her skin, especially at 27 years old but she had been restless all winter, and figured one day wouldn't kill anyone. She hate...
I look down at the letter I had received. There wasn't any return address only instructions to go to this address. I approach the door and see another envelope with my name on it taped to the door. I don't know what draws me on, but I take the envelope and open it. Within is a key and another message in the same handwriting. It tell me to go inside and chang...
This is the story of Arati, my favourite lover. She is 23, fair, with 36 B breasts and an ample ass. She has the biggest anus I have ever seen. It is purple, smooth, and very tight. Arati lives in Kerala. She owns a house on one of the many beaches there, which she rents out to a select few. It is a cosy beach-house completely isolated from the eyes of the...
Inga and her friends made it down to the beach around noon the next day. The topic of conversation as they hunted for a good place to set up shop was that that none of them had gotten any action yet. This was supposed to be a Girls-Gone-Wild getaway, yet so far they hadn't made a kill. Inga decided not to tell them that in the last 24 hours she'd had three o...
Thanks for taking the time to read this. Comments, feedback and votes are what keep a writer writing. + Dearest Em, So good to hear that the tour is going well for you! I guess boring hotels are part of every new author paying her dues. Maybe in a few years the buyers will be on a pilgrimage to you... I dreamt of you last night - I always do, dear girl...
I was on a holiday with my wife in Spain. We'd gone to a nude beach, and were laying out in the sun. My wife looked gorgeous--her big tits and shaved pussy were sexy, and turning browner by the minute. Her labia are almost completely closed, so that only a slit of inner flesh was susceptible to the sun. I had gotten in better shape myself during the winter...
Note: This series is autobiographic, the events are true as I can get 'em to memory, but it's been 22 years and a few details may have run together. ^_^ ***** Chapter 3, Sint Maarten My new found friend and I made our way from the beachside café up toward the point of land between the two bays on the southern coast of the island of Sint Marten. Our ship h...
As our 25th wedding anniversary approached, my wife Linda and I decided that we wanted to do something more-than-nominally special in celebration. A quarter-century of wedded bliss (and, when we stopped to ponder, we had to admit that, taken as a whole, 'bliss' was exactly the right word) had brought us four delightful children, and many good friends (althou...