[Day 1] So, alright, where do I start? I guess I'll start by saying that my name is Alyssa McAllister. I've always been described as the adventurous type. Last year I graduated from Vassar University with a degree in International Studies. When I was 20, I spent the summer backpacking from Spain to Russia with basically nothing but a few dollars in my pock...
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Disclaimer: This story is entirely fiction. It does not relate to any real person, living or dead. Any similarity to a real person, whether living or dead, is purely coincidental and completely unintended. While actual places are mentioned in this story, it is not to be the conclusion that any part of this story is real, or ever happened. The following story...
I would like to tell my readers that those searching for quick, fast and furious action will probably be better off looking elsewhere but I hope that those who want to read a good story will find this one rewarding. Conversations that took place in Hindi are recorded in italics followed immediately with an English translation. Those familiar with Hindi may...
My maids make me their personal maid and chore slave -- Tarek I would like to thank Ms. AT Khan for reviewing the story and providing lots of feedback, and JonB1969 for editing the first edition. - Tarek * "Tell me the truth, baba!" Rashida, my maid, held my left ear firmly in her right hand, giving it a painful twist. "Did you, or did you not, switch off...
This is basically a war story. It is an account of my personal view of the well known events of '93 in the Horn of Africa, where I experienced my very first campaign and a totally unexpected sex adventure. I changed the names and slightly camouflaged some otherwise obvious facts, in order to avoid hurting personal feelings or pride. Any reference to real peo...
Chapter 8: Dear readers: Thanks for sticking with me, this is another long one, it's quite big on the sex but there is a point to almost all of the sex in this chapter that makes it relevant to the future of the story. It should be noted that the chapter after this one will be the finishing of this particular storyline, BUT not the story, chapter 9 will wra...
Opening a library book gives me a hard-on. I slip my finger between the pages, tight with weight, and feel the cool texture of the printed page as I gently pull apart the crease and smell the musky smell of a well thumbed volume. The hope is always that there will be something erotic within, some fantasy, or story, real or imagined, of beautiful people drenc...
CHAPTER 1 I never got on with my old man, ever. I blamed him for my parents' break up. It was all his fault. Ma wasn't perfect, of course, and couldn't put up with his obsessive workaholicism and they argued about it constantly. Ma left him briefly a couple of times, she later told me, before she found someone else who lived halfway round the world, and wal...
Emma sat silently on the bed in her hotel room, her cheeks flushed, panting slightly from running up the stairs. The events of the previous hour swirled in her mind, a tangled web of erotic confusion. Her mind reeled in disbelief at what she had done. After all, she was a respectable woman, a schoolteacher no less, and yet minutes earlier she had been squatt...