Disclaimers: This vacuous stroker is total fiction, even most places. All sexual actors are over 18 and avoid condoms. Tags: clusterfuck, multiracial, bisexual, pregnant, photography, steam engine, Rancho Relaxo, temperature. If you object to any such, stop reading. Details may be incorrect. Views expressed may not be the author's. Read the first two chapter...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions...
1690, the era of the golden age of piracy, the waves lapped at the hull of the galleon of the Bloody Mary. Captain Susan Monticello stood behind the helm listening to the rustle of the sails in the Caribbean breeze. Her tan skin glistened underneath the hot sun, her cinnamon hair was neatly tied back to keep her eyes clear. So that, she wouldn't lead her cre...
Turning and riding back up the road I stopped where I had fired on the soldier from and collected the casings from the cartridges I had spent. There couldn't be too many Henry's in this area so why leave a trail for someone to follow? Riding back to the body I looked down at the corpse and silently said a prayer that I would be forgiven for what I had done t...
Chapter 15 I had just completed 30 laps of the pool and was drying myself off preparing to chill out and listen to music for a while. I had turned off all the lights in the guest house as I did not want anyone to realise that I was up and about, especially as I did not want to have a blow-by-blow account of the romantic meal from either Marisa or Hugo when...
Binoculars pressed to her eyes, she watched them close in, and form up against the far south barricade; it stood as a collection of old, rusted cars that had been meticulously pushed back and arranged to block the road from a potential herd of dead. Or slow down a large group of unwanted visitors. The spike posts which caught the straggling few of the stumbl...
Chapter 62 Samantha's Tales -- Part 1 Samantha Kidd never expected to enjoy life in Regal Bay as much as she did. Since arriving in Regal Bay on the arm of her 2nd husband and their children in tow some eight years earlier, Samantha had slowly come to realize that there was nothing but sexual delights to be found in her new home town. And as her eyes opene...
The story continues... Once I reach the top of the stairs I move to small, but comfortable chair that is located adjacent to the landing. I sit and wait for you to finish your ascent. And as you crawl up the staircase... you start to feel your body begin to tremble and ache... and with your awareness... your mind slowly begins to drift back... back to how...
In Brano's harem, life continued magically and sensually to flow from day to night, from dawn to sunset, from daybreak's rose-fingered colors to twilight's mysterious shadows. Life was full of rich beauty and pure luxury, and in the center of this splendor was Nirtasia spinning her enticing tales, enriching her lovers' happiness. It had been many moons since...
WARNING TO READERS - This is a long, rambling, multi-part story and VERY British. The individual chapters will make more sense if read in sequence. ABOUT THE REVISED CHAPTER The original text for this story was written in the form of handwritten journal style entries started over fifteen years ago. I would often go back and revise chapters after a few days...