When I awoke for the third time that night, the moon was shining through the bay window so brightly, that it seemed almost like a beacon illuminating the bedroom. Despite our high altitude and the clear sky the atmosphere was humid tonight. I sighed, it seemed as if sleep was going to evade me so I might as well give in to it. A glance at the clock reveale...
Marci stepped out of the hot shower and immediately grabbed her heavy terry cloth robe. Before she slipped the robe over her shoulders, she caught her reflection in the bathroom mirror; her long dark hair was slicked back and dripping down her back. She was in a hurry, she was supposed to meet her husband, Timothy, at their investment broker's office in an h...
Note : This is work of fiction. All characters are 18 and above at the time of narration. * Hi Friends, How are you? I am Neelam, once again coming with an interesting story of an unusual twist of events in the life of a young girl of poor family. If you, by chance, happen to pass on Arapaho street at Beltline in the city of Dallas, U.S.A. you will see a...
Preface Hi, I'm Rachel and this is another instalment in my story about my sex life. It is an account of my explorations over the last few years of what I call 'spiritual' sex. Relax- by 'spiritual' sex I am not into anything to do with spirits and the paranormal; I am talking about the convergence of sexual energy, with spiritual energy which I have disc...
Chapter 12: The Patron Pursues His Pleasures of Passion. The Patron, finishing the last of his dinner and relaxing with his glass of Chardonnay, viewed these beauties dawdling upon the monitor before him, their images life-size in the screen. The Patron sipped the wine with more than satisfaction. The display this afternoon with the three guys had been all...
Chapter 18: Returning to Roots The trip from their tropical paradise to the heat of the Omo Valley was a long and bumpy ride. Roads deteriorated from paved to gravel. The temperature continued to rise. In every direction, Destiny saw nothing but sand. There were no homes, no businesses, and no sign of human life. "How much further?" "Another hour. You do...
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...
Mike's flight from Bali to Singapore had been uneventful giving him just under two hours to remember the fabulous pussy he had fucked the day before. He could still almost taste her fleshy labia and the way her mouth tasted after she had licked him off. His connecting Air India flight to Bombay was packed with Indians returning from Singapore loaded with sho...
It was three weeks before we were all free so that I could take the promised photos of Jane and Sharon, but in this time, Roanne had earned enough money on her back to be able to pay the deposits for all three girls' trips round Europe. In that time, one of her regular customers had let on that he was from the local police and was checking that her 'busines...
(In which our hero, Jorge, settles some old affairs, honors some old traditions and pulls off the hat trick with Serenity's lovely ladies in our little ship on the edge of the black.) * As Serenity climbed out of the ionosphere of New Kashmir, River was idly singing Mera Joota Hai Japani from an old Bollywood rasta about leaving while she danced in the pil...