Hi. My name is Trina. I was born in Randistica, a little-known country in Southeast Asia, a place which until recently was wartorn and hopeless. When I was just two, my parents were able to get refugee status in America and we moved there. It was in America that I was raised and where I grew up, with American values and hopes. My parents tried to instill in...
Chapter 40 Women can complicate your life Copyright @ calibeachgirl All rights reserved, 2010 This is dedicated to my sweet Rachel... * Sayomi.... Bobbi's cousin, Rachel, was so refreshing with her enthusiasm for life. Constantly watching out the window and asking questions as we drove back to the North Beach estate, she was bringing a bright light in...
Chapter 16 "Sex, Spirituality and Polyamory" We woke up as the sun came up still covered in the blanket but cold and huddled close together for warmth. We decided to get out and run to the house where it was warm. We did laughing at our predicament and at having been spotted by a fisherman who had anchored near our shore. The house was warm, or a lot more...
After breakfast, which had turned out quite well, courtesy of Heather, Mira, and Ming, I found myself being escorted back to the underground crypt or vault, whatever they wished to call it, though I wasn't alone. I was blindfolded again, of course, as were the others, but so were the dozen or so guests that arrived, who appeared to belong to a sorority affil...
Chapter 18 "The Lovers Get Counseling" We had made plans for a trip to Daytona for Biketoberfest. Neither Gladys nor Debra had ever been and I told them it was something they had to experience. We were also planning to go to the Halloween Party and Prohibition Kitchen Halloween night, so we were thinking of costumes. Debra and Gladys had decided we should...
I had no particular agenda, and I really had little idea where I would be stopping for each night. My credit card limit was nearly astronomical, and Marsha was going to keep my bills paid while I was gone. It was in Santa Fe, I think, that I traded in my old SUV and bought a brand Ford Mustang convertible, and that was definitely a whole lot more fun to driv...
NOTE: This is book 2 of a series about a submissive female, kidnapped and 'married' to three Norse god-like fishermen. The first book, Ægir's Captive, may be found in Nonconsent/Reluctance. While it always contained strong BDSM themes, I would not have presumed to place it in this category because there is nothing safe/sane/consensual about kidnapping your b...
Captain Mariska Holmes tugged at the collar of her dress uniform, pulling the itchy fabric away from her neck for a moment. "Damn thing. It would be so much easier if HQ would just let us wear our ship suits everywhere." "Agreed." Yralla, Mariska's First Officer, was possibly even more uncomfortable than her captain. Vollarians prefered to go naked, to such...
Part 4 Milka brought his cappuccino across the next day, setting it down she clutched at her stomach. "Oh! No fucks today. I hurts. Time of month, you knows." Chris nodded sympathetically. He had been expecting that to turn up. "Gives Toma a rest, no!" Milka's laugh a delight to hear. "And you. Oh, Chris look sad!" Still the cappuccino was in prospect. T...
Warning! This story is about a wife who is given permission to see her ex-boyfriend sexually. If you are one of those who gets their pubes in a twist or allows their inner 'prick' to surface because you get triggered by such a story...STOP HERE...GO NO FURTHER! If you persist in reading knowing that you will be triggered, it is recommended that you comb Pr...