Passegiatta I have no words -- alas!-- to tell, the loveliness of loving well! Poe, Tamerlane [Log entry of the SailingVessel Springer: 31 October, 0920 hrs local time. COG: at anchor; SOG: 0.0 kts; Temp: 41˚ f; Winds: NE at 12 knots, viz +3 NMI; Barometer 29.91 steady since 2300 hrs last night; GPS: 44°18'11.36"N by 9°12'35.24"E. Just anchored in...
A special thanks to JonB1969 for a quick response and amazing editing. Hope you all enjoy my story and remember to vote/comment if you do. *** It was a dark and gloomy night. Kyros was out in the night, scouting for any possible leads on a Monk's whereabouts. Sweat ran down his brow, burning his eyes, his long black hair plastered to his head. Sir Blake...
CHAPTER EIGHT "Knowledge becomes evil if the aim be not virtuous." - Plato The two women settled back in their chairs, Taika leaned forward and took Alma's hand as it sat in front of her on the table. She said, "Now t'is time for you to learn of Baphomet. I'll be showing you something that the Forest could not," Taika forestalled an interruption with a rai...
(A few months later) Sitting in her chair and looking into her vanity mirror, the princess saw a young girl in a soft, long pink dress staring back at her with big blue eyes. The wedding was only a few weeks away. The sun was shining on this early morning, the birds were chirping wonderful songs, and the sound of the waterfall just outside the castle cascad...
She took a chance. Not knowing if he was the real deal. He seemed nice enough. Very attentive but she wondered if she was repeating an old pattern with him. Well, he had offered and a massage would sure be nice. She worked so hard and she deserved it. But she knew he would probably get horny and try something. Hoping he might, she asked him to come over....
The road was flying by as we cruised down the country road in the Mustang. It was a beautiful sunny day and it looked to only get better. Sitting beside me was Jessica, a hot, little, red head who I had wanted to sleep with since the day I had met her. She was wearing a white top and a pair of very short shorts. I could see the lines of her red bra on her sh...
"A new, balanced man." Her ass wobbled in the hot Florida sun. It looked like fuckable Jell-O, or a soft pig-skin cake that you could eat and wash down with a glass of cold milk. Jake's boner kept skim-boarding his inner thigh. But a week earlier. Our Jake has a gift. But with all gifts, it's burdens can be deliciously torturous: (the torture comes with ri...
The young man parked his red Vespa by the sidewalk and turned it off. He brought the plastic glass of iced coffee in his hand up to his mouth and pinched the straw between his lips. He took a long sip, looking out at the Pacific Ocean where the water met the sky. Blue on blue. The sky was much bluer back in Nevada, he thought to himself. Refocusing his blue...
"Salaam, bae, how's my favorite booty doing?" Sebastien Lavoie said cheerfully, his deep baritone voice pouring through the cell phone all smooth and confident. Bashira Mahmoud-Lavoie chucked softly, and shook her head. Leave it to that lustful husband of mine to call and ask about my ass, literally, Bashira thought. Sitting in the now empty lunch room locat...
Author's notes: Okay, if you read chapter 1 of this story you're probably confused as to why there's now a prologue, or maybe not. This story had a prologue when I originally started it over a year ago. Then a friend of mine only wanted an excerpt to review so I sent them chapter 1. When I finally figured out that I posted it without the prologue I went back...