I am thinking about that time in Morocco. It was a dangerous time in 1930. You and I went to visit Alexis and her lover Pytor in the lower side of Tangier. We had a wonderful afternoon strolling the long narrow alleyways browsing for nicks and knacks. The streets were filled with cinnamon and oranges. Small boys rushed about in bandit ways. It was a bustling...
Strange BTB. It's a fiction; any concordance with reality is only accidental. ***** After two hours of intense love, Colleen asked Mike to leave. "Darling, it's already seven, in about an hour my husband will be at home." Her younger lover nodded and hurried to the shower. The woman was for him just a cheap fuck, not something worth risk for. They chan...
The adventure I'm about to describe happened in spring 2000 when Jon had to go to Morocco on a business trip. He managed to get a few days holiday and took me along with him. * The journey over there was quite uneventful except for me letting one or two people see what I wasn't wearing under my dress. The flight took off late evening England time and it ha...
The waves crashed against the jetty. The same waves, Marla reflected, that might have crashed against the Gibraltan shore on the other side of the straits, waves that were as much Atlantic as they were Mediterranean. Each wave fierce and restful at the same time, built up slowly and steadily out at sea to break sometimes on themselves and sometimes against t...
Taroudannt Phillippa flicked the ash at the end of her cigarette onto the dusty earth outside the window. She watched it fall from where she sat on the passenger seat of the rented four-wheel drive and contemplated its dispersal in the slight breeze. She inhaled another centimetre of cigarette and reluctantly tossed the butt onto the earth where it smoulde...
This is a follow up to my story "A Wilde Encounter" I would advise you read the previous chapter, which leads directly into this story. I hope you enjoy the story. Another chapter will follow. ************************************** Chapter 2 Olivia grabbed me and led me to the bathroom. Once inside she let go of my hand and swayed her ass to the shower do...
I grunted, my panting making matters all too apparent as Celestial slowed to a bouncing trot. My sweet dapple grey Arabian had faired much better then I during this frantic flight. We had just exited the rich lushes harbor ports of Morocco about three hours prior to our journey into the northern half of Africa. Now my mount had led us to a small oasis, her s...
If Great Authors Wrote Porn #05 Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice AUTHOR'S NOTE: Many scholarly theses have been written on the subject of Shakespearean bawdry. The Bard of Avon was no prude and sprinkled rude jokes through his plays for the edification of the audience in the pit. However, the majority of them are obscure to the modern reader because of c...
Jack could feel her warmth as she moved against her. He moved his hand from the small of her back to the soft curve of her ass. She slid her hand lower along his stomach. He responded to Kate's touch. "I see you are an early riser," she said. Jack opened his eyes to see Madame de Montespan straddling him and beginning to move her hips. Major John Percival...
Chesterford 1905 Jack stood looking out the window of the study. It was too early to be drinking but he took a quick shot of Scotch anyway. He had just punched his best friend in the face and his friend had stormed out. All he wanted to do was talk to Michael and find out what was the matter between him and wife, Caroline. Instead he had made it worse. So m...