This is the third instalment from my Thai Journals. They recount the sexy autobiographical adventures of an expat working in Thailand. * When I held out the tub of Vaseline to the middle-aged Thai woman at the counter of Boots Chemist in Chiang Mai, she gave me a brief knowing but brief smile. "Another horny ex-pat "fareng" walking around with a sore di...
Trish lounged on the bed, wearing nothing more than her loose-fitting tank top and her matching fluorescent pink G-string. As she adjusted the hands-free telephone headset, she glanced at her reflection in the full-length mirror that hung on her bedroom wall several feet away. Her tight, petite body was partially hidden from view by the little bit of clothin...
You probably wouldn't believe it to look at me know, but I didn't always have such an opulent lifestyle. The fine clothes and furniture, the expensive house and fast car, the exotic holidays and the lush parties are all thanks to my second husband. But no, it's not always been easy street - not by a long way. I married my first husband when only eighteen ye...
Chapter 3: Final Reckoning Rachel wasn't yet in her little chair behind her desk when I got to Karen's office. A part of me was glad that I didn't get to see her, but another part, the beast part, that wasn't impressed by far. I'd forgone wearing my boxers, because I knew the second I was inside her office, Karen would be over the desk firmly implanted on m...
This is the first story I have written and is a true recollection of my ongoing relationship with my girlfriend Kylie. Please let me know what you think and I will be glad to continue the story. Hope you enjoy it as much as I did!! "Hi beautiful im back" I called. Brad had been away for almost two weeks now, studying at a private college more than 3 hours...
The rain hammered against the bronzed plate glass of her office windows like fierce silver needles. The water ran in sheets from the glass, reflecting the interior of the office like a mirror. Thunder cracked sharply, causing her body to lurch in fear. Her heart seemed the metronome for the storm, its staccato beats sustaining meter and measure. Her palms we...
"I'm 18," I replied to the waiter. "Oh, congratulations! No longer a minor, huh? Well, have fun today." "I will." I smiled one of the snottiest smiles I could manage. It worked. The waiter went straight to my parents' orders. One of the problems I always had with empathy was when I knew someone had the hots for me and I didn't return the feeling. I develo...
I feel like this great, endless mass of darkness here in this train is going to swallow and eat me up eventually. From corner to corner, it is all dark. The lights are really there and even burning bright and radiantly, but then they are far away and spaced widely, flickering with a faint, dim- like white yellowish beam that seems to be only lighting up the...
After the initiation of our friend Paula into our world, nothing was said next morning at breakfast. Mitzi had a sore back, and was disinclined to talk, and Paula had to rush off to work earlier than me, but I found time to call Don Vicente and relate the happenings of the previous evening to him. He was disappointingly cool with me, and I went to work feeli...
Author's Note: this story is set in the world of my ongoing series of fantasy novels, the MageLore and ElfLore books. "Audra," she said. "My real name is Audra." How strange to hear it spoken aloud after all this time, even in her own voice. A moment later, he echoed it, and she briefly closed her eyes as a shiver ran the length of her body. "Audra," Kar...