El cálido sol de mediodía brillaba en el tranquilo parque de la ciudad, un oasis de tranquilidad en medio del ajetreo de la vida urbana. El césped recién cortado exhalaba un aroma fresco, y los árboles extendían sus ramas, ofreciendo una bienvenida sombra a los pocos transeúntes que disfrutaran de su almuerzo al aire libre. Entre ellos se encontró a Laura, u...
Era um dia de sol em Lisboa e vou passear sozinha no parque para visitar a minha amiga de infância Isabel na casa dela,quando estava quase entrar na Casa dela,A Casa dela e muito grande e tem 6 quartos e 2 casa de banhos,oh meu deus sera o Namorado dela e muito rico e trabalhar como o Engenheiro de software quando batei toc toc ao Porta da Casa muita vezes e...
The night air was warm as the flamenco music drifted in the balcony doors. The city sounds were growing as the hour grew late. It was night time in Sevilla. The cafes in the Barrio de Santa Cruz were starting to fill up with friends meeting for tapas and drinks. I stood on the balcony, leaning on the railing, sipping my sangria. Loving the fruity wine taste...
Continued from part 01... Just then, there was a knock on the door. "Servicio de Quarto, sen~or," a female voice announced. Room service. Ricky stiffened. Both looked at each other, knowing no such service had been ordered. Ricky pulled his gun, and started shouting in... Chinese? Tamade! Zemezhao caoxingwo! The female sound on the other side of the...
Author's note: My uncle Ron died recently. While sifting through his files, I found journal folders marked MY STORY, containing accounts of his life, which I am adapting and editing. These stories include bisexuality, incest, interracial and mature and group sex, etc. All sexual activity depicted here involves persons at least 18 years old. His younger frie...
Arriving in Dublin, I decided I would take a walking holiday, and explore the land of my birth. The first bus was heading to Kildare, so that is where I went. Three days into my extended holiday, I was sitting outside a pub overlooking the Atlantic. I noticed a mobile phone lying under a vacant table. I lifted it and found a cyber café where I did a search f...
Hi again, readers! Hope you enjoy this juicy little bit...thanks for your great comments on my other stories... * I was walking through the streets of the little Central American town, headed to one of its many markets. Founded by the Spanish over 500 years ago, it's nestled in a ring of mostly-dormant volcanoes. You can still see the occasional plume of...
Doctor Olivera drove May and April back to their apartment. That evening, Ayrton did not return to the Travestie a Go-Go. It would be days before Ayrton's dead body would be found rotting in an alleyway in Jacarezinho, but that evening April and May pretended to be confused about Ayrton's whereabouts, just like all the other girls. One of the older t-girls n...
Waking up, Samy and I begin our day with hot cups of coffee, and a map. Actually, we will need several maps, and a business-provided GPS SATphone. I'm pretty sure Samy knows her way around the trails here, but work requires constant contact is available. I don't blame them since we'll be traversing rough terrain in multiple countries. If I want to get paid,...
So there we were, all five of us back again in the bar at the old Hotel Patagonia, sitting at a table under a really useless, squeaking ceiling fan that turned no more than about one revolution per minute. Since there was no air conditioning, we all usually chose cold beer to drink. That's what one does in the tropics -- drink cold beer. The year was 1983,...