Author's Note: Sorry about the delay. I've been stuck on this chapter. Hopefully you like it. -DiMSuMoRe ********** Ruaraidh dropped Chiara off at her apartment with a parting gift of fruit and champagne. He did this because they didn't get a chance to actually eat together. Chiara opened the door to her apartment and saw Alexis lounging on the couch. "W...
My wife Julie and I decided to take a well deserved vacation to the Caribbean. After some research we decided on Jamaica. I went online to look at the different resorts, as we were looking for some privacy. I found a small exclusive resort called GoldenEye. It was expensive but very private. I searched online at work and printed a bunch of articles on the re...
Ursula is, you will recall, photographer Charlie Wentworth's favorite model. First, let's talk about Ursula's background: She was born and raised in Sweden and had emigrated to the United States a little less than a year ago. In Sweden she had almost never seen a black man or woman, and never up close. To make matters worse, her father was an avowed racis...
Summer, 1962 I’m having a very awkward time getting used to things down here. Wade has brought me to Mississippi to meet his family, to unofficially announce our engagement. My family, back in Connecticut, knows all about him; they’ve known him for five years. He first met them back when we were classmates at NYU. I went on to Cornell from there, studying H...
I had been posted on Cyprus with the UK government for six months or so. I didn't get fixed holidays as such. I would get a call from HQ to say that things were 'quiet' and I would grab a few days in Europe. On one such trip I went north to Sweden and stayed on the lovely island of Gotland. It's not really like the rest of Sweden, having a rather exotic feel...
MISCHA "I ordered a woman." I stand in the doorway of my hotel room glaring at a tall, blonde white guy. I tighten the belt of my terry cloth robe. His full upper lip curls in a slight sneer. "You reserved an appointment with Abbi." I can't pinpoint the light accent. Nordic, maybe? "I'm Abbi." Who names their son Abbi? "Obviously, I thought you were a wom...
"Santa's Elves Will Do WHAT?" She Demanded It's too bad none of the guys were there to see Lana's face. When she looked up from the "report"—well, the sorry little list of "donations"—those green eyes flashed like a stalking tiger's. She tossed her shining chestnut hair as though to shake off the whole weary world. "You're telling me that 465 bucks is the...
It's not something I'd usually do, but there was a massage salon advertised in the paper and I'd had a pretty stressful week so I thought I'd see what I could have. not knowing anything about massage really, I opted for the Swedish massage which sounded the more fun. I'd booked in and had a slot for just after lunch. I'd taken the day off and had been loaf...
You get out of the taxi and walk down the long driveway towards my house on the outskirts of Gothenburg. Out of the blue, I'd sent you a message: "My husband's away for a few days. Book a flight and a hotel :)." It hadn't taken much convincing and the whole plan had come together within a few hours. You'd checked into your hotel and had gotten straight into...
Joan continued her story to Trish. The women in the room were awestruck. That's when Jim, with a big grin on his face finally asked, "Anybody else?" Every hand in the room including Joan's went up like flags. That day, of the fifteen women in attendance, all took a turn on the amazing Swedish Saddle, all who tried it had intense orgasms and three machines w...