Part experience, part imagination, a lot of observation and a lot of viewing of voyeur videos. All expressing in my word, my particular likings * "That's more my style Peppe," I chortled, nodding with my eyes, across the glitzy foyer of the Hotel Mercure Golf Cap D "Agde. "But Meester D -- a granny?" he quizzed with eyes wide, looking up from the newspap...
Note: All names and associations used in this story are not real, and any similarity is strictly accidental in nature. This is a work of fiction, and please read it with that in mind. Dear Reader, This is an Edited Version of Chapter 12. I did this for two reasons. First, to clean up some English problems. Second, and MOST IMPORTANT, to advise you that my c...
Disclaimer: All the usual, all the people portrayed herein are at least 18 years of age at the time of portrayed sexual congress, blah blah blah bling bling blah. If you're looking for something younger, you're using the wrong interwebz. Scram. Chapter 1- It Took This Long Cait always had been like a daughter to me, it was a strange thing. I'd met who thro...
"Shit! They're coming! Quick, everybody hide!" That was our cue to disappear in Gayle's house and pretend that we had not been running around preparing for her husband Mike's surprise birthday party later that night. We were not finished decorating and getting all the food ready, but we weren't supposed to be. My own husband, Drew, was taking Mike out to di...
A Sweet Young Girl, a battle-hardened Space Marine, a meeting in a Club, and you all know the Story… * © 2020 Chloe Tzang. All rights reserved. The author asserts a moral right to be identified as the author of this story, although she's really not sure she wants to admit to that. The following is a work of fiction. All characters are fictional. So far....
Part 1 -- Roses Are Red *Note -- this is part of a longer erotic series with a slow build. The following two chapters do not contain explicit sex. 10 They say the night before her execution, Catherine Howard stayed up all night in the Tower, rehearsing how to look ladylike when she knelt, and laid her head on the block. Divorced, beheaded, and died. Di...
Disclaimer: All characters are 18 years of age or older while actively engaging in sexual activity. This story is a prequel/sequel (sprequel?) to my other work, Alex & Alexa. As always, many thanks and gratuitous panty shots from Freja and Jeanie to my long-suffering editor and beta-reader for their assistance in polishing up and improving this work. Rev...
Peace Corps Aid Station Senegal Africa The sounds of gunfire and explosions rock the make shift Aid station dropping debris on the frightened patients and staff that remain inside. "It's getting closer Justin," Michelle Ripley states while looking up the lone dirt that leads out of the station. Justin Busfield stands at her side looking worried. The Pea...
I've been enjoying the stories here about Cap d'Agde and thought I'd write a story about taking my sweetie there the next time we're over there. Many of the incidents were taken directly from things we'd already done, so while the story itself is fiction, there's a strong thread of reality that runs through it all. This is the first part of the story. I am b...
In my last story, "Encore on Barnes Common," Rachel, my platonic friend from my schooldays, and I had moved our relationship up a level following her catching me masturbating in the office. We continued the exploration of our sexuality in the car on the way home. Lisa, my American fuck-buddy condoned this new arrangement as she too was enjoying the attention...