We're at our neighborhood's little beach with my family. After a swim we decide to take the kayak out for a trip around Cabbage Island, about half a mile off shore. We paddle into the bay and as we round the northern tip of the island, there's an area where we can pull up. It's private property but this little spit is barely connected to the island and no on...
The life of a Lebanese-born Canadian Christian woman married to a Haitian-American pagan doesn't sound like the easiest existence in the world, does it? My name is Antonia Abdirahman and I was born in the town of Hermel, Republic of Lebanon, and raised in the City of Montreal, Quebec. My family left the Republic of Lebanon in 1977, three years after I was bo...
I was not sure where to put this story. The story is just starting out so some prep time is required. I hope you all like and say so in the comments. ************************** Shipwrecked I don't remember too much of what happened to the ship, all I really know is that it sank. It was a cruise that we had chartered for a week and everything was fine unti...
"You all know why you're here," The well dressed gentleman purrs with a smile, "You're here for the chance to win ten million dollars, CASH." He flashes his toothy grin. "You've all signed your paperwork and agreed to the terms of the game. This island," a touch of mischief touches his eyes, "Yes, I said island, which means...
This story, and all my stories, contain fictionalized characters from memories of my life. I am a 60+ year old BI woman. My stories are memoirs spiced with kinky imagination. I am submissive by natural inclination in most relationships. If you like kinky mature bi women I hope you will like my stories. * THE LAST TIME I SAW TRISTAN Short version of a...
Author's note: This is another Melanie piece, an enchanted few days on a Scottish island. My thanks to my muse for her inspiration, and help with editing. Profound thanks also to raconteuse, who painstakingly edited, and smoothed away the jaggy edges. I'm deeply indebted to both of them. Thanks also to my loyal readers, who have stayed with me through my so...
Here I was, boarding a plane headed for a remote island resort in the South Pacific for a two-week vacation. The odd part of this scenario is that I don't like flying, I could not afford a vacation, and I didn't really want to go to the South Pacific. So why was I here? I won the trip in a contest sponsored by one of the parts houses that I buy parts from f...
Taiohae, a small village located on Nuku Hiva, the largest island in the Marquises (a.k.a. Marquesas) islands, and the archipelago's capital, was the cruise ship's last port of call. Like many other tourists onboard the ship, the exotic locales of French Polynesia drew me like a magnet. We had our far more famous predecessors. There was Paul Gauguin, the p...
The sun rose over the City of Cap-Haitien, Republic of Haiti. As is my custom, I rose with it. I didn't get home till the wee hours of the morning, since there was a full moon and I was away in the wilderness, for I had certain urgent matters to tend to. Nevertheless, I woke up rested and refreshed. After showering, getting dressed and eating breakfast, I wa...
The Prologue Kosi Island. A completely new resort situated deep in the Caribbean. An uncharted and uninhibited Island known only to those that sailed private vessels and learned of it's rich lush jungle foliage and pristine white sandy beaches. Recently developed into a private resort by a group of wealthy black businessmen who devised the idea from a plac...