This RV park is a work of fiction. While I live in a Motorhome and travel to many, I have only encountered this park in my imagination. The cast of characters is expanding, and there are many stories to tell. ***** Every RV Park offers amenities to their customers. Things like coin-operated laundry; showers for men and for women, sales of camp necessities,...
To call Alison a flirt or tease was definitely an understatement. To call her a tart or slut was too cruel and a little harsh I think. I had to call her was Miss Wood or my sort of boss. I reported to her for daily jobs but for more things I reported to her boss. We got on well in our own little corner of the office, the only two that did the job we did. Ali...
Mosaic of Tattoos This is the second story in the "Stories from Under the Golden Roof" series. This story contains some dialogue in Dutch, translations of the Dutch dialogue is included. The Dutch has not been edited. Any errors are entirely the fault of the author. Thank you to NChanta, Antagonee, and Patricia Montclair for their comments and suggestions!...
The gang was gathered at The Cheesecake Factory waiting for Penny to take their order. "Hey. So you guys ready to order?" Penny asked finally. Sheldon was obviously annoyed. "Since we come in every Tuesday night at six o'clock and order the same exact thing, and it's now six oh eight, I believe your question not only answers itself but also stands alongs...
Within the deepest bowels of the underworld you will find the Ninth Circle of Hell, a frigid wasteland reserved only for the greatest of mortal sinners in which they suffer the biting icy winds for all eternity. In the centre of this tundra of ceaseless agony and misery is the palace of the Devil Queen. She keeps her radiator on all the time, even when going...
I am a middle class guy in my 50s. I guess I look okay for my age. I am about six feet tall, have a full head of dark hair, and a full, gray beard, which I keep well trimmed. I should work out more as I could use more muscles and better body tone, and I could stand to drop 20 pounds or so; overall though, I guess I am at least average. I keep thinking that t...
It is not necessary to read the earlier chapters, though it might be interesting. What Am I Doing Here? Ch.16 Because of dirty towels on the bathroom floor??? Awake But where is Harold Her eyes were closed. She didn't want to open them. MaryJane Huffman did not want to get up. Why didn't she want to get up? Fucking Harold was there. That is...
When I Anya discovered she enjoyed peeing on me as much I enjoyed being peed on it didn't exactly mean that the flood-gates were open for me (so to speak). In fact, Anya took pleasure in doling out that particular favor only at odd, seemingly random times. As with the rest of our sex-life, she is always the one who decides when, where and how we will play, a...
Chapter 7 – The gloves come off A man walks into a bar... Getting that déjà vu feeling? A man walks into a bar and raises his hands in an attitude of surrender. They're perhaps a little too pink looking, but apart from that, they're just hands. Well, no, they're not just hands. They're Daniel's hands and it's been a fraught couple of months without them...
My introduction to the swinging secrets of suburbia Please note that the website in this story is fictitious the name has been changed to protect the innocent. The names of those involved has also been changed as this is a true story. * It all started in March 2011 when I was invited to join a stag do as a last minute replacement for someone who had drop...