FRENCH WHORES MAKE GREAT WIVES (An interview with Gaspardo Del Tornet) {The teller of this tale, Gaspardo Del Tornet, talks of his life experience. Gaspardo is a French citizen born in Aix-en-Provence of a father who was very strict, being a Sergeant in the French military, and born of a French Moroccan mother, who was a baker, specializing in chocolate f...
The restaurant in which I was working was very quiet, it was a Tuesday night, there was one customer, an old guy called David who was friendly as well as being handsome in a way and I took the opportunity to chat with him to occupy the time. During the conversation David told me that he had a special golf match the following week and had arranged drinks in...
Chapter One: Somewhere I Have Never Traveled It was dark when I left New York. The early light of Spring fading into a chilly Northeastern night. When I arrived in Paris, it was mid-morning and the sun was shinning brightly. It was one of those bright intense Parisian Spring days that feels like summer in the sun and winter in the shade. The kind they write...
The incident had started innocently enough during morning exercises. The day started as every day at Xavier's School for the Gifted, with a brisk, dangerous, team mission in the Danger Room. Cyclops had ordered the small cadre of Blue Team members into the mission at five in the morning. The team consisted of Cyclops, the team leader, Jean Grey, his redheade...
Mormon girl. This was one of the American woman in Germany that was in my FWB group. For the purposes in this story her name will be Jean. I was 19 and at that age I hadn't really watch a lot of porn so I didn't know it until my girlfriend brought it up when we had our first threesome with Jean. She was the spitting image of Alisha Klass. Look her up. Jus...
I'm Bob Clark and I have a beautiful wife, Jean. We met ten years ago when I was in the Air Force. She was an absolutly gorgeous girl then and she still is a stunningly beautiful woman. She is 5 feet 2 inches tall and weighs 110 lbs., with long brown hair and the figure of a twenty year old. I am in pretty good shape myself. I keep myself lean and trim. I a...
My name is John Hancock. I thought I knew who I was. You see, about five years back I found myself in the City of Los Angeles, California. Living the life of a renegade superhero, half-hated and half-worshipped by the denizens of Southern California. Is it me or does California have a love-hate relationship with brothers in general? Before OJ Simpson became...
This isn't a sequel, but this story uses the main character from my Tech Problems in Grand East story. ***** "Really?" "Yeah, really," Diane laughed softly. "I've been thinking about it a lot actually." I lowered my burrito down to the countertop looking at Diane skeptically. "Really?" I asked again. "This is us having burritos at Chipotle, and you're sp...
This is NOT commissioned by the French Tourist Board – It's sort of 'O' meets Dracula, if you like. * Sandra and Rachel had been going to take a package deal to the Greek Islands. Just like every year. But they left it too late to book, and all the best offers were gone by the time they decided they could get away together for two weeks in July. So they e...
The Falcon fired a cannon blast, a single warning shot. It was apparent even to Constance that the Ricarda had no hopes of outrunning the other vessel. Whittington gave the order to come about, and surrender. "On your head be it," Cuthburt said to the captain, glowering darkly. The two of them had been arguing bitterly since the sighting of the pirate fla...