Sandra war auf dem Weg zurück in ihre neue 2-Zimmer-Wohnung. Weit nach Mitternacht hatte sie sich nach einem spontanen Besuch bei ihrer besten Freundin auf den Heimweg gemacht. Simone wohnte weit draußen auf dem Land, in einem winzigen Dorf in Norddeutschland. Beide hatten sich schon viel zu lange nicht mehr getroffen. Ein leckeres Essen und eine Flasche Wei...
Here is Part 2 of "Rick and Molly." Please be patient...this is more of a "slow-burn" build-up story. And remember much of this is a true account. * "Abby," Rick said, exasperated, "I just don't understand you now. When we first got together you were like the sweetest girl, but now you act like the entire male gender is your enemy. In case you haven't noti...
The trip to the campsite had been long and relatively uneventful. Seating in a VW Westphalia makes it a little difficult for Ross to comfortably reach over and across to stroke Jonni's legless left side. And he wanted to do that so badly. Her long dark hair had been done in a European style braid and the queue hung provocatively over her shoulder. She had dr...
Jessica doesn’t visit the grocery store in the “expensive part of town” too often anymore. Between school, soccer practice, and spending time with her boyfriend, she barely has time to even go to the local market. But today was an especially tough day for Jessica. It’s been a long, cold Canadian winter and Jessica was going to treat herself to a nice dinne...
Change of Plan Chapter 2: The Following Day This is a work of fiction, written for enjoyment and amusement; hopefully yours as well as mine. Comment and constructive criticism invited. * * * * * * I woke next morning alone in my bed, but with a broad smile on my face. I was thinking about the previous day with Kathy and Lisa. I still almost couldn't beli...
"I'm sorry," I said. I said it only after we had returned safely to the car and were pulling out of the parking lot. She had walked the twenty or thirty feet to the car without ever bothering to put on her shirt. To the best of my knowledge no one had seen her, but that was only a matter of chance. At any moment a car may have driven down the well used all...
The next few days were incredibly liberating for Elena. She wore nothing but a smile the whole time. The country air felt so nice, and the hot sun felt wonderful on her naked body as she sat outside in the fields with its tall grass. Danny's help was needed with a house that was being renovated so he and Sofia left in their VW Beetle saying they'd be back...
California! The promised land! That's how it looked to me as a young girl growing up in St. Charles, Minnesota. Always sunny and warm. We used to always watch the Rose Parade on New Year's Day and every year it would feature these gorgeous flowered floats and beautiful young people in shorts and bathing suits. Meanwhile, it was snowing like a big dog in Min...
The shirt cost me three grand. I've forgotten the name of the boutique where I purchased it. The name was European, I think. Either Spanish or Portuguese. Although I'm sure it would have little or nothing to do with clothes or fashion in a general sense because the owner didn't look like he'd traveled past Togo in his search for wares. His English wasn't eve...
Author's note: My uncle Ron died recently. While sifting through his files, I found journal folders marked MY STORY, writings about his life. I have edited these accounts and will post them when I can. These stories include bisexuality, incest, interracial and mature and group sex, etc. All sexual activity depicted here involves persons at least 18 years old...