*Frolicon is held in Atlanta every year. This is a semi fiction account of what happened there...if you ask real nice, maybe I will tell you what happened, what is made up, and the bit of both. It is geeky, and kinky, and as sex positive as you can get. Check them out.* ***** After you dry off, you begin to assemble your costume. It starts with a white g-s...
It is amazing that some people's ability to be so naive and yet so devious often clouds commonsense to the point of being ridiculous. A simple question often comes to mind. Why would a husband or group of husbands ever be comfortable and accept a proposal from their wives that they go to a place of extremes like Las Vegas for a week while the men look af...
Chapter 3 Women and their secrets copyright @ calibeachgirl all rights reserved, 2011 I thank everyone who returned for this final chapter. I have put at the end of the story the recipe for Esther's raisin chocolate cookies. I hope that everyone understands that part of the story is told in flashback as Vince remembers his life with his three wives and...
"And then there's me, but I don't believe in such stupid taboos, anyway. And you have some dirt on me as well, don't you, at least by the same idiotic moral code that so many give at least lip service. I don't personally give a fuck. So, be that as it may, perhaps we should kiss ... and make up, eh?" Marsha told Howard and Kristin with a wink. "Or maybe I c...
You can hate it when the move is on. New town, no friends, pack it and unpack it. Misery personified. I hate to move, But: The last box was out of the car. The truck was empty and gone and a new phase of life was about to begin. The divorce was over, the later romance had subsided and I was tired as hell as I sat down to look at the boxes and noting the cru...
Written in collaboration by jes_da_man & LittleOne Chapter One. Saturday, May 11, 2002 - 10:15 PM She waits in the dark... listening for his approach. In the darkness she hears the sounds of the night, the animals as they make ready for their rest and the night roamers as they make ready for their night's work. She paces back and forth. She yearns for hi...
"Mister La Salle," a voice called from over Adam's shoulder. Turning, he recognised Jayne Essington, a friend of Amanda's from some time ago. "Good morning Missus Essington" he said taking her hand, bowing and kissing it. "How lovely to see you. What brings you to Boston?" "I am here for my nephew's graduation" the plumpish, but nevertheless quite attracti...
It was a hot sultry night in the Louisiana bayou. The Spanish moss seemed to drip off the cypress trees it clung to. Claire hurriedly dressed as she prepared to sneak away under the cover the darkness would provide her. It would envelope her lush body like a rich cloak. Claire lived on her family's plantation. It was a lovely place and it had been willed to...
Welcome back into my imagination. In this story, I envision life as a furry. My character is an anthropomorphic horse. He's a member of a small but growing population of a subspecies that resulted from an ill-fated attempt to expand the lifespan of horses by injecting them with human DNA while they were still in the womb. As you would expect, the result wa...
...geography, philosophy, history, nothing social anthropology a lot of nothing... - Tuli kupferburg ***** A LOT OF NOTHING Christmas Eve. I took the ferry over to the French Quarter. I just wanted to experience the Vieux Carré when it's quiet. Didn't see how it could be much quieter than Christmas Eve. A stiff wind blowing down Royal Street makes it...