This is the story of our escapades on holiday in Crete in the summer of 2009. My wife and I has been looking forward to a restful time, and some friends had recommended a small resort called Makrigialos on the south-east of the island - not too touristy, but with a good selection of tavernas, bars and shops. We spent our first few days relaxing in the sun...
**I've still got a way to go with this one, but I'd like to thank anyone who comments on my stories and takes the time to vote. O_o ------------------- Kayla felt better as she began to get ready to leave and she thought about the evening before. She tried to be objective and look everything over but she kept finding a little smile on her face. In spite of...
Donna May bides her time. On Saturday she is far too mellow after her orgasm to think of punishing other girls. But on Sunday she runs through a few possibilities in her mind. There is hog-tying, which was so effective the last time. But ideally she'd like something different, and something which does not require her to wake herself and get out of bed before...
The third installment of our tale... please be sure to read the first two or none of this business will make sense. Also, when I first uploaded, I accidentally had several paragraphs from chapter one on the front of it and didn't catch it. If you gave a low rating because of that, please be awesome and re-rate? I said before the start of chapter 2 that I d...
Thanks to the lovely gentlemen who braved my horrible grammar and terrible sentence structure and edited all 24k words. Without them, you'd be grimacing at least every second paragraph. ~~~~~~~~~~ I was cooking dinner when my husband announced he was leaving me. At first I didn't quite hear what he was saying. Our five year old daughter was trying to tal...
Edited by: Pat & Arthur A long and bumpy road to love. **** CHAPTER 1 It was a day I'll never forget. I had gone into my parents' bedroom to look for something. I don't remember what I was looking for, but I remember what I found. There was a wooden box in the bottom drawer of my mother's vanity, hidden under some of her things. Inside there was a p...
Avery Stills twirled the plastic sword in her drink, totally absorbed in maintaining the circular pattern. The 24 year old beauty had already forgotten which number this drink was for her, but enough to cloud her usually sharp mind. She paid no mind to the bass bumping beat, nor the hundred or so screaming people partying inside the club she occupied. Avery...
Dear reader, this is a sequel to two stories posted in the Interracial category: Victoria, The Black Man's Whore and Victoria's Lucky Day at Work. Hope you enjoy this story. Victoria Petersen started the preparations for her afternoon party in the morning. Although she had booked the hotel suite and ordered the drinks and snacks two days earlier, she still...
**A reader commented that a holiday story should have redemptive value, in the spirit of the season, and that, perhaps I fail to tap into that delirious, all-consuming happiness that each and every one of us must feel during the long, cold winter months. Of course, it could be that redemption—good or ill—is in the iris of the beholder. --Indeed...
"Come here you," the beaming bride exclaimed as she opened her arms and embraced one of the ushers from her wedding. She tilted her face up toward his and leaned in for a kiss, full and open mouthed, her tongue doing a tango with his. They broke the kiss with a giggle as the bride leaned back and looked up at him. "I owe the two of you so much, Tim. Honestl...