THIS STORY IS INTENDED FOR ADULT READING ONLY -------------------------------------------- Sometimes liberating a city can quickly lead to some very liberated behavior . . . -------------------------------------------- They say that Brussels is a dull city nowadays, full of Euro community bureaucrats. Well, I don't know about that, it's been a long time...
It had, Max thought, been a terrific summer thus far and he was glad his firm had allowed him the extra time off so he could come with Alli and experience it all. They had spent several days at the big powwow for Crow Fair and he had enjoyed the dancing contests and parades enormously. He found that he loved the rugged countryside and wide open spaces of the...
When Frank died, I made one of those over-hasty decisions that people often make when in a state of bereavement. If I might offer a piece of advice, wait until at least a year after the death of a loved one before you make any drastic moves. Frank and I had always planned to sell our suburban house and move permanently into our beach house when he retired....
Drummer Boy: Bat Out of Hell II: Back to Hell Hi again, folks, Lady D here! This section took a lot longer to finish than I expected. Like all the other parts, I wrote it over a year ago in February. When I got around to it this January, I didn't like it, so I threw it in the swamp, and rewrote it. That version sucked less, but it still sucked, so I thre...
There was an old drunkard who occasionally appeared in town. Once a week this old fellow would sell jungle produce in the market. He would then buy cheap liquor and drank straight from the bottle. By the time he got to the third bottle, the scenario changed. He would sing and sometimes gave meaningless speeches. There were times he acted aggressively too. He...
Sebastien Renard looked at himself in the mirror. A tall, ruggedly handsome, big and bulky young Black man looked back at him. He smiled to himself. He looked really good in a red silk shirt and Black silk pants. He was getting ready for church. His grandmother Cecilia was already waiting. Although they lived exactly three hundred meters from the Catholic Ch...
The woman watched the three tables across the isle from her. Sounded like they'd all just graduated from high school. All those carefree years. What had happened to hers? These teens seemed to be filled with excitement about their futures. If they only knew. Four really attractive young girls sat at the middle table; they were obviously the most popular. S...
Hey guys!! Sorry this one was a little late... I really hope you like it... Please do rate, vote and comment... My editor HMEdits was huge help as usual and I want to thank him for it... Have fun!! Marie * * * The pain was excruciating but what numbed my mind over it was the fear. Why did I have to go through it? Was I really dying? What is going on wi...
This is the sixth in a series of chapters of how my grandmother and her friend/ friends instructed me on the ways of PLEASURING older, oversexe, ladies. All people / charters in these stories are older than 18 and younger than 75. Any resemblance between real people and ones in these stories is just a coincidence. List of charters for this chapter; Grandmo...
(This story is based on the country song "Pickin' Wildflowers" by Keith Anderson. No copyright infringement intended.) * The music was loud, the bar smoky, but the people in the little space cleared for dancing didn't seem to mind. They were enjoying the sexy sounds of the tall, rangy young man with the wicked grin on his face, belting out his suggestive...