I thank my LadyCibelle and Techsan for their patience, proof reading, editing skills and of course encouragement. I'd also like to add that we don't always see eye to eye, they tell me off sometimes - well quite often really. Add to that, that I can't leave a story alone and play around with it once its been returned by them. Anyway I take full responsibilit...
A big thankyou to shygirlwhore for proof reading, editing and providing encouragement. * We had met another couple Kerrie and Dave at the beginning of our holiday caught up a few times with our kids during the day and enjoyed a few nights drinking together around the resort bar. Our kids got on great and we hit it off as well as two families could. On the...
I'd been listening to the rattling sound of her car for at least two hours now. My legs have been cramping on and off for that entire time and the air I am breathing in is warm and damp. I could smell that familiar post-sex smell but not in a pleasant way. Usually when you get a whiff of that sweat, cock, ass or pussy smell it's usually a triumphant moment....
The Village 07 - Yachting and Swapping in Northern Spain THURSDAY. Denise went into Beth's room," GOOD MORNING" she said. "You get so boring." Said Beth, going under the bedclothes. Denise being practical, took a notebook out, "How many shags?" Beth laid there and thought, "Three, I think." "Not sure?" asked Denise. Beth moaned, "I had too much wine a...
WARNING: The following is a work of erotic fan fiction, the events of which are completely made up and did not happen, and is no true reflection of the persons, wrestlers, events, promotions etc depicted within. This material is unsuitable to be viewed by those under the legal age limit of viewing pornographic material in your current country of residence....
Ian watched, fascinated, his eyes glued to the perfection that walked in front of him. He had been making his way casually along the street when the long, blonde haired girl had strode purposefully past him. She wore a flared, wide pleated floral mini-skirt that was so short that every third step or so as the hem bounced with her movement, the barest glimpse...
Dao looked at her watch. "We must go now." Nin had tears in her eyes and I hugged her. "Khap kun kha, Nin. I couldn't have done this without you. I'll see you later." She turned away and wiped her eyes. I took a deep breath and winced as the corset bit into me. "Dao, I'm ready, or as ready as I'll ever be." She hustled me through the door and helped me i...
This is a continuation of the Gite story series. Which I was going to call the Village, but realised that it was in another village, so I renamed the story headers. *** ON OUR RETURN - Monday On Monday morning, after Andrew had gone to work, Beth rang Rachel and suggested a coffee, and walked to Rachel's house nearby. Rachel greeted her with a hug, then...
The rest of my stay in Bulgaria was thankfully uneventful. I conducted a few interviews -- in broad daylight and nowhere near any alleys -- with some elderly pub patrons about the history of the Kukeri in their town so I could justify the trip come tax time. I also visited a few Kukeri costume makers who were, as luck would have it, the best in the area. I...
"Hon, do you remember what we talked about before we left, Friday?" I had asked my wife "No, what...?" When her face turned totally white and her hand went to her mouth in disbelief, I knew she had remembered, obviously for the first time since at least early Saturday. Before we left, we had talked about the fact that this was her most fertile time and we w...