Chapter 5: Winging Away Ohhh, Rosella was right about Giovanni. He has a strong and long-lasting cock. I am thinking of how good this feels, how wonderful it is to be in control and to have a man doing my bidding for a change—being of some use to me without taking all of the time—as I rock back and forth on Giovanni's rock-hard member on the pavilion divan...
PRELUDE I slowly woke up in a strange bed and as I stirred I brushed against the naked body next to me. I looked at the naked slender figure lying on its side facing away from me. I admired the slim trim body as my eyes traveled from the shoulders down over the curvy round bottom and shapely legs. I had just met this person the night before and we had had g...
'My fondest memories are of you Marcus...did I ever tell? I am a Courtesan of Rome and yet...that never troubled you as it did with so many other suitors. What's that you ask? Oh yes, my initiation into all things men desire... You always keep me focus, never let me reminisce the sweeter aspects of life do you... Well you have that in common with my mother,...
I rang the quietly spoken man who had offered Cathy and I a job prior to the long weekend as soon as Des and Ken left for their work on Monday morning. His offer to employ us both for a full day's work sounded wonderful and we needed all the money we could gather in, especially now. When the men weren't thinking about their favourite past-time lately, the ta...
I love to travel. I love the excitement before the journey; the planning, the packing, the arranging. Tickets, passport, taxi. I love going onboard an airplane, I love watching the landscape rush by and then sink out of view as the plane takes off. I love checking in, claiming luggage, going to the hotel, another check-in, arriving at my home-for-the-duratio...
Home, Nesca was trying to muster the courage to call Professor Giovanni to confirm their lunch date, but doubt assailed her. "Was he serious when he said he wanted to meet me for lunch?" She thought. "Should I even call this guy? Maybe I should just stay home. Yeah I'll stay home, better than being rejected and heartbroken." Her dress slid to the floor. Whe...
Chapter 8: Don't Touch We loved Rome. George made us take the historic tour first; the Ancient Romans sure did build a lot of stuff that fell apart. We also ate some great food and drank lots of wine. I took twenty pictures of her making faces in front of Roman fountains and statues. Then we went to the Spanish Stairs, which apparently is like the ass pinc...
The train was an overnighter, from Milan to Naples, and on a Wednesday night in the middle of winter there was no shortage of empty cabins to choose from, even on the usually crowded second-class cars. I had flown in on a puddle jumper that went almost arbitrarily from Los Angeles to Chicago, Chicago to La Guardia, La Guardia to Gatwick and Gatwick to Milan....
As we advanced through Italy, our regiment always came across houses that had to be checked for enemy Soldiers. We camped out doors so anyone who was lucky enough to flush out homes was more that happy to go. We faced little resistance from a burnt out army. I was a squadron leader and I got to flush the homes out and take a couple fellow soldiers with me. M...
The Birthday Party Begins. There I was, standing by the dock of the lake. Writing that now it sounds funny almost song-like, but at the time, I was feeling pretty stupid and a lot sorry for myself. I had just broken off my engagement to a real jerk of a guy and was feeling pretty low, not for being rid of him but because I had just been invited by my friend...