Like the other Wild Oats stories, this took place in the 1970's. Sarasota no longer has a topless beach. ***** "Sally, would you like to go to the beach with me on our day off next week?" "Why the sudden interest in beaches, Jason?" "There is a topless beach in Sarasota, North Lido Beach, that I would like to check out." "Wow, we would have to be sure t...
This story is my own, slight reinterpretation of Gadolfsson's excellent, "Summers Eve" series. Gadolfsson's title is obviously in reference to the Scandinavian holiday of Midsummers Eve. However; "Summer's Eve" is also the name of a feminine hygiene douche that has in the past been used by some women as an expedient, post coital contraceptive as well as camo...
They renamed the continent Fenumia in honor of the new Kings. Their arrival was glorious - over a dozen ghostly shadows drifted over the horizon, their shadows stretching over entire cities. Humanity bowed down (except for a few cities) and gladly agreed to serve beings that were clearly gods in physical form. Most of the dragons quickly claimed their own te...
Author's note: This story is set in the universe created by 3D artist Dizzydills. While you don't need to read through his works to understand this story, it can help! Thanks to Bianca Rose and Borsten for editing this story. ***** Part I: Processing When Sylvia Summers arrived at the automated outpost, she could instantly see the problems that lay a...
The sunlight reflecting off the warm water coupled with periodic splashes as the boat's bow crashed through the waves painted an absolutely beautiful picture. It was about 85 degrees and sunny. The boat's throbbing motor pushed us farther and farther away from land until we could no longer see the shoreline. I leaned over the side to see if I could see any f...
Sammy slipped off the white silk robe, revealing the freckled creamy skin beneath. Her perky breasts bounced gently as the robe fell away to the floor. Her nipples were erect with pleasure of the moment. She dipped her toes into the bathtub and felt the rush of excitement as the warm water enveloped up to her ankle. Auburn curls fell around her face as she s...
Eyes glanced up from the poolside as the pair passed by the palm trees leading away from the hotel. Those in the pool shielded their eyes from the sun, already far into the west, it's rays beating down on the clear water, as the two figures strutted toward vacant sunbeds. Though seemingly oblivious, their gait invited stares. Long elegant legs, graceful stri...
This story is about a city that sank beneath the fresh clear seas a thousand years before Atlantis was ever marked down in the myths of history. The Keneena City was and still is the second cousins in relation to the Atlantians, the Atlantians held the power/lifesouce of a blue gem/crystal that prolonged their lives and was as a living entity to the survival...
Hey, guys. How are you? I'm not doing so good today. The name is Luc Saint-Mathieu, by the way. I thought I knew who I was. I was born in the City of Versailles, France, to Ben Saint-Mathieu, a Haitian-American father and Marie Lalonde, a French mother. I grew up in the Camargue region of France, where my mother relocated to after the divorce. I've never fel...
"I'm going to a pool party tonight," Mindy said. "You don't have to come if you don't want to." That seemed to be an odd thing for her to say: I was staying with her for a week, and I'd just naturally gone wherever she went. "Of course," I said. "Why wouldn't I?" "Well, sometimes Kathy's parties get a little... don't tell my mom, okay, but sometimes there'...