These stories I am telling you about are facts and real life experiences, not fiction. However, to protect our identity I have changed our names to keep the lunatics off our front porches. My name is Jackie. I'm a sports coach at a local school in Tampa, Florida. I am in my late thirties. I'm just a normal woman, with an average build, fairly attractive and...
I consider myself a fairly normal guy; average height and weight, average looks (maybe slightly better than average), average intelligence, and average income. There are two things about me that clearly aren't average; 1) I married "up" in some ways since my wife Janice is extraordinarily good looking, and 2) I have an obsession. My obsession is "somewhat" w...
Nassau Landing in Nassau, the first thing that strikes you as you walk off the plane on to the tarmac is the warm humid air scented with a multitude of flowers. It is dark now although it is only 7 pm; you are excited as you head towards Customs and the exit doors. I am waiting on the other side, a bouquet of fresh cut flowers in my hand. You definitely st...
"It's not that I'm loose, you know. He always says that, but it's not true!" "Shhh - quiet down, Lauren. We're not exactly in private," Andrea said as a few eyebrows were raised in the small patio café. "Sorry. It just frustrates me, that's all. Plus, it's not like I'm a slut or anything, and fucked a ton of guys before we got married..." Lauren insisted....
"And what do you see in my future?" the stunningly beautiful girl in the sparkling yellow dress asked, her hand stretched out across to me. Conversation at the table died as I wondered what to do. I did not know this person, and here she was giving me her hand, ostensibly to read her stars. In our native country, Pakistan, this was a serious breach of inter-...
Kim's hand shut off the water but she continued to stand there for a moment in the shower as the water dripped from her body. Finally she opened the door to the stall and lifted the fluffy towel which hung on the nearby rack. Toweling her body off first she then stepped out, putting her dainty foot on the floor mat. Kim next crossed over to the sink where sh...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is the sixth in a continuing series of stories about what is essentially a very high-class prostitution business in Asia, with the headquarters in Manila. 'Rocky' is the chief – you could call him a pimp in other circumstances – of the very large consortium which includes operations in many Asian countries. Although each section can stan...
The adventurers came to the village on Brianna's eighteenth birthday, when she was beginning to gain the womanly confidence that comes so naturally but had not yet lost the innocence of childhood. She had lived a relatively easy life—her mother had been a weaver, and she had learned the trade as well—so her figure was not bent by hard days of toil, nor the b...
Part 4 - On the Road My wild women were in their element. Taking their newly granted vacation, renting a roomy RV, and hitting the Interstate. After two hard days, we were in western Nebraska on the track of the pioneers. Ahead, in the late afternoon sun, was Scottsbluff, the famous limestone monolith that guided pioneer wagon trains into Wyoming and the hi...
Many thanks to HMAuthor for first editing and improving this story and to Kate_ for further editing that made it even better. "You're kidding!" Vanessa laughed. "I swear it's the truth." "You're the ultimate conniving, controlling bitch, but it's still hard to believe you pulled this off," Madison said. "I did," Vanessa said smugly. "You've seen him."...