St Moritz Que Hacer Stories

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Limbo Ch. 02

by LaRascasse on Sep 12, 2017
Loving Wives

This is the concluding part of my LW debut. I hope you enjoy it. Votes, comments and private feedback are most welcome for this effort. A shout out to my excellent editor, Bramblethorn, for all her efforts. "No matter how much suffering you went through, you never wanted to let go of those memories." ― Haruki Murakami * * The next few weeks were sobering...

Dockside (2016 rewrite)

by Adrian Leverkuhn on Sep 15, 2017
Romance

Dockside Birdie, rest a little longer, 'Til little wings are stronger, So she rests a little longer, Before she flies away.+++Tennyson, Sea Dreams Not far from the Tower of London, a few hundred yards at most and flanking the old city, there is a small marina, and actually, as marinas go, it's a decent one. A bit of a chore to get to -- fighting mad tides...

Kit is Auctioned as a Slave

by TimT1972 on Sep 25, 2017
BDSM

The main character in this story, Kit, appeared briefly in "Irina is sent to school" where he was trained as a slave. This said, the story is intended to be read on a stand-alone basis. ***** Grigoriy Kalitinov's business had failed and he owed an awful lot of money. The real problem was that this was not owed to banks but to his 'business partner' who was...

Black Stud

by uksnowy on Sep 15, 2017
Interracial Love

Yet another English story, no doubt exasperating my US friends. I make no apologies for writing them, it's the world I know and whilst we might share a resemblance of language, many customs and habits are quite different from yours. For instance in this story, you'll note our paper delivers actually deliver the papers to our door, instead of throwing them ac...

Minerva Ch. 05 of 10

by Denham_Forrest on Sep 17, 2017
Non-Erotic

Minerva By Denham Forrest, The Wanderer Minerva chapter 05 As you might imagine, being two reporters short on a small local weekly rag, we were all a bit pushed. Although it did mean the rest of us grunts moved up a notch or two. I found myself spending nearly every morning either in the local magistrate's court and most afternoons on obituaries, or...

Walking the Dog Ch. 01-04

by smilodonwriter on Sep 16, 2017
Romance

It was a flat November morning, a morning when colours run and the mist hung in the jaws of the estuary above the liver-coloured flott. A slatternly wind was ruffling the tussocks of coarse grass that grew along the littoral, doing nothing to shift the grey curtain. The air smelt of salt and older, darker things. Even the normally raucous gulls were muted, t...

Passeggiata (complete 2016)

by Adrian Leverkuhn on Sep 16, 2017
Romance

Passegiatta I have no words -- alas!-- to tell, the loveliness of loving well! Poe, Tamerlane [Log entry of the SailingVessel Springer: 31 October, 0920 hrs local time. COG: at anchor; SOG: 0.0 kts; Temp: 41˚ f; Winds: NE at 12 knots, viz +3 NMI; Barometer 29.91 steady since 2300 hrs last night; GPS: 44°18'11.36"N by 9°12'35.24"E. Just anchored in...

As a Song, Forever Together Pt. 01

by oatzab on Sep 13, 2017
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

As A Song, Forever Together 01. part A Sci Fi & Fantasy and Romantic Revenge story. I am weary of that genre in the Sci Fi that AI (Artificial Intelligence) robots kill all of mankind, so I found such stories very interesting, where AI fembots become the mates, wives of humans. These stories go to the extreme, when AI fembot wives want to be step moms....

Conversations 04

by SleeperyJim on Apr 23, 2019
Loving Wives

This work is copyright to the author. All characters are over 18 -- and even if they look younger, they are way over 18. Like 25. I'm writing a series of short stories on the same theme -- that conversation between a man and wife when one of them has been caught cheating. How it turns out kinda depends on my mood at the time of writing. Sometimes they are f...

Violet the Voyeur

by HermesMendoza on Jun 12, 2019
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

The first time was St. Moritz. I was sent there for the summer after high school graduation, soon after my eighteenth birthday, to distract me I suppose, from the tragedy and all that. Exchange students, they called us, but we never studied anything, not even German. There were activities, like hiking, and beautification projects in the nearby parks of the G...