East Coast West Coast Part 1
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She was sitting patiently in her kitchen with a cup of coffee waiting for her husband of 15 years. David had been moving about the house in frenzy for the past 2 hours getting ready for his semi-annual fishing trip to Canada. Then she would be free of him for the next 10 days and have the entire house to herself. Their love life was nonexistent and had been for the past five years. David could no longer get an erection and refused to see a doctor or go to the marriage counselor with her. As a matter of fact he put all the blame on her and sometimes she wondered if he were gay. Then there was her best friend Marge’s assessment
‘David is an imbecile with a good paying job and to call him and imbecile is an upgrade that he doesn’t deserve. Just divorce the lump and then move on. All that he is interested in is fishing with his buddies or hunting or skeet and trap shooting with his buddies and snowmobiling with his buddies. My brother Phil is a divorce attorney, let me talk to him for you.’
When they were first married David was climbing the career ladder and she was an asset to him. She received hugs and kisses from him then and they went out frequently together particularly with married couples from his company. Now they only attended family functions such marriages or funerals and other things like that. After David’s career had peaked they as a couple pretty much ceased to be. Sex with him was never fabulous by any means but it was at least adequate while it lasted or so she thought.
Her perception of adequate was limited by not ever having anything to compare it with because David was her one and only.
The thing that she missed the most wasn’t the sex, it was the intimacy and touching, something as simple as holding hands or a hug in public or even someone to talk too about her interests and passions. She tried learning about hunting and fishing and even took and passed the hunter’s safety course. She took private lessons from a Certified NRA Range Instructor to learn advanced shooting skills with the shotgun so that she could surprise him and shoot trap and skeet with him. But all she did was make him angry when she out shot him. He told her that it was a guy thing and he needed his space to be with the guys. Well at least she could shoot and handle all firearms safely now, her well oiled 12 gauge over-and-under shotgun figuratively gathering dust in the gun safe.
When David was home he was invariably watching television on the 24 hour sports channel taking his meals there while sitting in his recliner. That was followed by a six pack or more of cheap swill beer within easy reach and not caring if it got warm. He would guzzle can after can until he fell asleep in front of the boob tube and most nights he slept there. On most weekends he was out with his buddies and on Sunday’s she attended church without him.
Television and cheap beer were David’s preferred mistresses while she felt like a non- person. Correction, make that a servant to a neat lump when at work but when at home an always in need of a shave self-absorbed lump. Then add being fifty pounds overweight exasperated by bad teeth resulting in bad breath that was barely masked by peppermint mouthwash imbecile. Considering that they had the Cadillac of health insurance and dental plans that covered everything including his self imposed impotence what other conclusion can there be?
When he finally sat down to breakfast in front of the TV to get the scores of last night’s hockey games she was entertained by the impatient horn honking of his fishing buddies and she dutifully turned her cheek and held her breath to get a peck on the cheek as he rushed out the door and she was thinking ‘How slim and well groomed he once was and now?’
After he left she did the breakfast dishes and straightened up the kitchen before going upstairs to get dressed. She planned on meeting her girlfriend for brunch and then to attend the Art Show at the new architecturally soulless library. Going to the bathroom she pulled her long hair back temporarily into simple low ponytail and viewed herself in the mirror through gem quality sapphire blue eyes. Her almost blemish free complexion was marred by a small but noticeable one inch scar where she was bitten on the chin by a dog as a child and she touched it and winced.
She saw a youthful face for which she was invariably asked for her ID as proof of age when she ordered an adult beverage in restaurant. Bars and Taverns were establishments that she seldom frequented. Mindy viewed herself as an average looking woman at best although at 35 years of age she was 5 foot-five inches tall at 135 pounds. Knowledgeable and discriminating men would see and appreciate her voluptuous buxom figure and she was anything but average in any category.
Mindy was short for Melinda and she was named after her Great Grandmother. She hated being called Melinda and her husband insisted in calling her that as did her mother. A month after they were married David pestered, wheedled and cajoled Mindy about getting her beautiful long brown hair cut short because he saw a girl with an ultra-short and trendy layered blond crop while they were shopping for groceries. He was very persistent and in the end to please her husband Mindy relented and cut it short but refused to bleach it. He also bought Mindy her first Jeep Wrangler four-by-four with a manual transmission for cutting it short and she had been hooked on Jeep Wranglers ever since. Nonetheless Mindy hated the way that she looked with her hair short and her mother was beside herself. That hairstyle lasted about two years and then she gradually grew it out. Her hair was in her opinion now the perfect length falling in brown waves to the middle of her back. Mindy felt confident, feminine and maturely sophisticated with long hair and especially when she wore it up.
Mindy’s hairstylist, Susan Banner was a mature lady in her early sixties who specialized in long hair and insured that Mindy’s hair was precisely blunt cut to all one length. Susan didn’t hold with the old adage that long hair was for young girls or that short hair necessarily signified confidence, independence or maturity. Quite the opposite, long, short or bald, those qualities came from within and a good relationship with God. However long was better for a true lady which was Susan’s motto. Mindy’s mother went to Susan too have her long hair trimmed as did most of the Pentecostal Ladies in her mom’s church.
‘How shall I wear it?’ she thought ‘in a ponytail or a French braid. It would be nice and wavy after the braid or perhaps I should put it up in a bun?’
Having decided she when to her bedroom and removed two chopsticks from her jewelry box. As with her clothing Mindy had very few pieces of jewelry but what she had was quality. The chopsticks were made from ivory and were showing the buttery yellow-white patina of age and every month she rubbed them with a few drops of mineral oil to keep them from drying out and cracking.
Mindy bought them from an estate sale just after she decided to grow her hair out and they were a treasure. They were decorated with fine carvings of turtles and very small Japanese characters/letters that she always intended to have translated. Mindy twisted her hair up into a large bun and secured her bun in place with the chopsticks. Next she applied her makeup carefully and artfully. Her makeup and hair care products were something that she never skimped on but then why should she.
She was also a rather conservative dresser and chose her wardrobe carefully. She disdained the fleeting trendy fashions for the timeless classics and her wardrobe while modest was quality. First she put on red panties and then she ran her hands over her shapely butt feeling the silk next to her firm warm flesh and sighing before putting on the matching garter belt.
‘David wouldn’t know the difference between a fan belt and a garter belt’
Mindy thought while smiling to herse
lf as she put on the dark tan stockings and fastened them in place.
Next, Mindy put on an expensive red lace silk bra and a matching camisole while thinking
‘Why not, my husband can afford these sexy undergarments even if he chooses not to notice or enjoys seeing me wear them. What a shame nobody will see them other than me but I do look hot if I say so it myself.’
Mindy chose a wool/cotton blend emerald green long sleeve blouse to go with knee length brown cashmere skirt and soft calfskin ankle boots and then took her Barbour Parka out of the closet for this overcast spring day. Just before she left the house she dabbed her exclusive and very expensive perfume to the insides of her wrists, her cleavage and the base of her throat….perfect.
Her Saturday brunch dates with her best friend Marge were always enjoyable. They checked out the men and then wrote down the scores one to ten, ten being the highest score on a napkin and then compared notes. Marge was wild in her younger days having had many boyfriends and numerous sexual relations although she was now happily settled down with a husband and 2 children while the only man that Mindy had ever known was David. At first Marge found that so quaint and now so sad but it was still divorce the lump and move on.
Afterward Marge went grocery shopping and Mindy went to the Mall to kill some time before the Art show started. She stopped at a small family run Coffee Kiosk across from the bookstore to get a small peppermint chocolate latte having eaten little and then she planned to relax in one of the many comfortable chairs on the concourse with most recent copy of the American Heritage Magazine. There was one unoccupied overstuffed chair available on the concourse and Mindy quickly walked towards it.
A gangling teenage girl with severe acne was also vying for this unoccupied chair and as their eyes met the race was on. In her haste Mindy stepped in a wet spot from a spilled drink dropping hers to catch herself and she would have fallen to the hard terrazzo floor were it not for the strong hands that grabbed her waist from behind and stopped her from falling. Those same strong hands picked her up effortlessly and swung her around to put her down on a dry section of the floor away from her own spilled latte.
‘Are you alright?’ He asked, not letting go of her waist right away.
Mindy could smell his clean manly scent and although flustered and embarrassed was thinking
‘Thank goodness he caught me but what is he doing? I’m a married woman and…’
‘That scent is perfect for you.’
He said while leaning forward and she could feel his sweet breath on her neck. Mindy looked at his strong hands around her waist while noticing that he wasn’t wearing a wedding band and she was very aware of hers.
‘Excuse me!’ Mindy exclaimed, pushing his hands away and turning to face him.
‘Excuse me for being forward, Ma’am. You’re wearing White Lotus Perfume and that scent is enhanced to its pinnacle by your natural feminine aura and frankly I couldn’t resist myself. I had to experience this discriminating scent blended with you too perfection. It isn’t everyday that I get to hold such a lovely lady and I did catch you’ He said smiling.
‘Yes, well, thank you?’
Mindy replied, looking up at all six two of him, flattered by the unexpected but charming complement and she was thinking.
‘Clean shaven, excellent…hazel eyes….a very nice smile… tall and trim…’
‘Nathan at your service’ He said smiling and showing perfect white teeth while he was checking her out with his bold self assured eyes.
As Mindy was checking him out Nathan took off his hat with his left hand and then held out his right hand for her to shake. She took it and felt her skin tingle all over and she was thinking
‘Definitely a keeper…., Nathan is a definite ten and that Western hat is perfect for his rugged good looks. I love the color, a nice slate gray and it is obviously quality made. I’ve been saved by an East Coast Cowboy….I’d better say something…
‘I’m Mrs. Robinson, Nathan and I’m pleased to meet you and thank you for catching me and keeping me from getting hurt’ thinking ‘You can catch me any time you want, Cowboy. I’m very surprised that you recognize my perfume, how could you possibly know its name?’
‘You’re welcome, may I buy you another cup of coffee?’ he asked letting go of her hand.
‘No thank you, I really must be going’ she lied ‘I will be late for my appointment’
Mindy then turned and walked away leaving the magazine and spilled latte while mentally kicking herself for not accepting. When she was approximately halfway down the long concourse she glanced over her shoulder to see him where she had left him. Nathan was standing with his arms folded across his chest and when she turned to look he touched the brim of his hat and smiled
He was thinking ‘What a shame that she is taken…
The Art Show was one of the best that she had attended. Mindy spent the afternoon browsing and talking with the various Artists whose work was on display and getting the business cards of a few for future reference. She was particularly pleased by the ink and pen drawings and watercolors of one particular artist who was not there to mingle with the public. Being an American History buff and a woman involved with the local Historical Museum & Preservation Society, Mindy was taken by many of the precise pen and ink drawings of the local landmark buildings that this missing in action artist created. They were signed N. Daniels and Mindy wanted to purchase the pen and ink drawing of the old Swan Library.
What a debacle that the beautiful old red sandstone Swan building was demolished in the name of progress and then a soulless abstract modern poured concrete one was built in its place at three times the cost of minor renovation. The debacle’s roof leaked although it was barely five years old and the foundation was cracking, plus a lawsuit was pending against the contractor… so much for progress.
The unwarranted demolition was her inspiration to finally get involved and she now was the Library Board President and Chairperson, the Recording Secretary for the Historical Museum & Preservation Society and a patron of the arts. She was also a vocal community activist being a force to be reckoned with in her chosen arena. Mindy’s tireless efforts secured private funds and tax dollars to help restore many fine old buildings despite local political corruption and the promised sweetheart deals given to favored contractors. It gained her the respect of the community and begrudging respect of past adversaries as well as several stubborn enemies.
As a child, Mindy spent many wonderful afternoons in that old red sandstone library letting her mind soar in the books that she read there while curled up in an old leather club chair in her special private corner by an east turret window.
Mindy waited until the show was over and it was packing up time and still no N. Daniels. Disappointed she went to the music section to select some CD’s and then to the cloak room to get her rain parka. Mindy noticed a double caped Tin Cloth Packer Coat hanging next to her ladies Barbour parka. Looking at the label she guessed right, it was the Filson Brand. She recognized the name because they advertised in the American Heritage Magazine.
Looking up above the hangers on the shelf Mindy saw Nathan’s hat. She took the hat down from the shelf and then looked inside for a label, it was definitely not the run-of-the-mill Stetson or Bailey. The gold letters of the private label on the leather sweatband proclaimed 100X Beaver and most likely it was custom made for him. Nathan was wearing this hat and this coat when he caught her. He was also wearing black jeans with a thick black leather belt, a dark gray cashmere crew neck sweater and black Wellington boots. Nathan dressed with a sense of rugged style that was all
his own and it suited him well and it would be so nice to……
She did not notice when Nathan walked up behind her with a leather portfolio full of his work and he was studying her with an amused look on his handsome face. In fact Mindy did not notice him at all until he took the chopsticks out of her bun causing her long brown hair to come cascading down over her shoulders and back….she turned to look at him.
‘That was positively breathtaking. What beautiful hair you have, Mrs. Robinson’
Nathan said leaning forward and kissing her mouth. Mindy was speechless and seeing an opening Nathan continued
‘I wondered about these ivory chopsticks. Perhaps we can we can work a trade for my hat?’
And he paused, enjoying the surprised, shocked look on her beautiful face.
‘I am only just kidding they are far too valuable. The writing is Japanese, do you know what it says?’
‘No, may I have them back please?’ She asked handing him his hat.
Nathan took his hat and put it on Mindy’s head surprising her again and of course it was too large for her and he leaned forward and kissed her mouth a second time.
‘If you will agree to have to have coffee with me I will tell you what the writing says and only then will I give them back. I know of a little place 20 minutes from here that serves fabulous Napoleons. I have everything in my portfolio and I understand that you have made some inquires about me. During coffee I will give you a private showing.’
And with that Nathan took his hat back and put it on his head.
‘Then you are N. Daniels, Nathan Daniels? Mindy asked, pleasantly surprised.
‘At your service, Mrs. Robinson and your first name is?
‘It’s Mindy, Nathan’
She said finally gaining her composure and now looking forward to the prospect of finding out more about this talented and sexy man and she was thinking
‘It’s not like I’m a Buddhist Nun or David’s chattel…the hell with my husband, he will never know and after all it’s only a cup of coffee, isn’t it?’
‘If you agree to sell me your drawing of the old Swan Library, Nathan, we have a deal…………’
While at the cozy little coffee shop Nathan asked all the right questions to draw her out and learn more about her interests. For all of her calm reserve Mindy was one of those women who liked to touch when she was with people that she felt comfortable with for basically Mindy was a very affectionate woman. He soon had her talking like they were old friends although they had just met and she found him easy to talk too. They sat there for a good two hours across from each other drinking coffee and talking and Mindy was doing almost all of the talking before she realized that neither of them had touched their desserts.
‘You promised to tell me about my chopsticks.’
‘I completely forgot’ even though he hadn’t keeping one hand within her reach.
Nathan was charmed by her mannerisms, impressed with her knowledge and enthusiasm to these subjects that were also dear to his heart. He was lost in her eyes, her gem quality sapphire blue eyes, the windows of her aura from which her soul viewed the world.
‘The turtle represents long life in the Japanese Culture and the writing is in the form of a ‘haiku’, a short poem. As with the turtle long life shall follow the frugal repast. It is a rough translation at best it and it basically refers to eating in moderation to live a long and healthy life.’
‘How do you know so much about these things?’
Mindy asked, followed by taking a fork full of her chocolate Napoleon and finally putting it into her mouth, enjoying the rich dessert.
‘I have a small collection of Netsukes…do you mind?’
As if they were lovers he reached over and took a piece of her Napoleon on his fork and then ate it before he continued
‘Help yourself to a piece of mine, the strawberry is particularly delicious.’
Mindy did the same and she closed her eyes and chewed thinking ‘nirvana, this is so delicious, it’s been to long since I have shared such simple things with a man, and a cultured man as well as a sexy one.’
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SLAVES OF THE COPPER COAST.? Morris KenyonWhen wealthy young broker James Baxter is sent to the tropical country of Kupro Marbordo, the Copper Coast, he is amazed to find that slavery is a well established custom there. Initially shocked, he soon finds himself owning a beautiful slave-girl – with all that implies regarding her discipline and training.WARNING! This book contains scenes of a sexual nature, graphic violence against women and strong language, It is not intended for the easily...
The grim little fishing village of Portuselvan lies on the remote rock-bound east coast. Before the collapse of the Republic's economy and the coup by the Generals the inhabitants had just about managed to make a living from fishing, setting drift nets from bluff rugged open clinker built boats launched from the open beach in the little bay. But now there wasn't even a market for the sardines caught there. As they no longer received any cash for their catches the inhabitants could no longer...
Author’s Note: From an idea by a friend on another site comes this story of role playing, X-men, funny stuff, and hamsters. It’s probably much funnier if you’ve ever played a role-playing game. I combined it with another story a role-player told me about a game where he had giant space hamsters, and his players got out of hand with them. This is the result. Disclaimer: I made up the game of Space Cowboys and the Fantastic Gaming House company. To my knowledge, there is no space game with Old...
But now there wasn't even a market for the sardines caught there. As they no longer received any cash for their catches the inhabitants could no longer buy flour to make bread and had to resort to eating just the fish they had caught, along with the few vegetables they managed to grow in the thin stony soil in their gardens. More importantly the fishermen could no longer afford to pay boat builders to repair or replace their boats, nor to buy new nets, although their wives did quite a...
Natives of the west coast usually have a right to be smug about their weather. The climate is mild with snow usually falling only in the mountains, the unbearable heat confined to the deserts, an ocean breeze caressing the coast, and little change among the seasons.But Mother Nature can be capricious. Santa Ana winds can spread devasting wildfires, cold fronts can swoop down from Canada, and Pacific storms can bring rains that extend for days on end. The rains come in the winter and clouds can...
BisexualNatives of the west coast usually have a right to be smug about their weather. The climate is mild with snow usually falling only in the mountains, the unbearable heat confined to the deserts, an ocean breeze caressing the coast, and little change among the seasons.But Mother Nature can be capricious. Santa Ana winds can spread devasting wildfires, cold fronts can swoop down from Canada, and Pacific storms can bring rains that extend for days on end. The rains come in the winter and clouds can...
BisexualLife with Roxy was like a roller coaster that both thrilled and chilled. Sometimes your stomach gets queasy with the whole thing and you swear you’ll never get on again. Then before you know it, you find yourself lining up for another ride, like the adrenaline junkie you really are. The kind of relationships that make you sweat, in both good and bad ways, can become a lot like this over time. Eventually, if you’re lucky and not doomed to a life as a perpetual fuck up, the excitement of the ups...
HardcoreDecember at the coast. Part 1The school year ended, as well as the work year for my parents and like most inland families, mine headed to the coast to have a relaxing holiday after a long busy year. A parting different ways from my girlfriend Amanda as her family went to a different holiday destination. It was always gonna be hard not seeing her for almost a whole month, but once arriving at the coast fun soon began as my cousin Steven was and his family were also down for holiday. My dad and...
By mid-August, Abbie and Tim are settled into their new home and lives. It is incredible how far they had come since that night last April when they met for the first time. Four months for so many changes, and all so positive to happen. Let alone that it just feels like how it should be.The house looks wonderful, thanks to Grace’s diligence. The yard and garden now a showplace which they both like to work in. Finding new interests together and learning more and more about each other’s past...
TransMonday Week 24 It was hard to imagine that it was only a week ago we drove into Broome, Dave thought as he lay in bed waiting for Jill to wake up. So much has happened in that week, almost unbelievably good experiences. He realised that today was going to be just a transit day, with not a lot of interesting things to see at the other end. He was hopeful that they would only be on the road for about five hours, as he planned his next stop to be at the Sandfire Roadhouse, which was only 323...
than honorable in the states eyes, wasn't a candidate to get custody of me. I asked him "Daddy are you a cowboy?" He responded, "yes babygirl." Then he gave me butterfly kisses. Now here i was again, about to meet him again. Memories flooded me on the way to the house he was staying at with his friend. He had left his wife to come live near me again. As we pulled into the driveway my hands shook. I had worn my tightest jean and the lowcut shirt I had just picked up yesterday. I had...
End of part 3... He said "hunny, I was thinking that you should invite Bruce over here next Friday night, to taste your great cooking." I said " well he did say something to me about wanting to taste my cooking last Friday night." " But where will you be that entire time hunny?" He said " I will stay and eat supper with y'all and then when y'all go upstairs I will probably go play some pool or something, if I don't just watch that DVD again, I like it that much." I said " well hunny, as long as...
The end of part 2 Well Jim told me he had another guy that worked for him that was highly interested in me. So I told him we would try that one but that I was doing it only for him because that was his fantasy. I told him I was about disgusted with black's because of Dwayne. But I guess you can not let just one bad apple, destroy the whole bunch, so to say. So He set it up for the next weekend and about Wensday I ask Jim what this guy's name was and he was a little hesitant about telling me....
Sitting in the passenger seat of the rental car I take in the sites of the city where we had spent our 10th anniversary. I knew he was trying to make up for the past 5 years and I let him think I was excited to be here. Turning off the radio he turns to me to ask if I'm hungry. "I could eat," I reply and was surprised when he pulled into the parking lot of a Greek restaurant."That's good to know since I've made reservations for us. I thought you would like to try something we haven't had...
The time period is 1886 and you are the owner of a saloon in a small western town. After a long day on the trail, I come into the saloon to get out of the rain and to get a drink. From behind the bar you notice me walk thru the swinging door, water dripping from the brim of my hat and off my long overcoat. I sit down at a table in the corner, away from the small crowd inside. You notice that I keep my eyes concealed underneath the tipped brow of my cowboy hat. My suspicious nature quiz's...
My husband likes me to dress up and play games when we have sex. Sometimes I'm a Cheerleader and other times a nurse. Probally his biggest fantasies are when we have sex away from the house. Usually at a secluded parking spot deep in the woods are at a cheap Motel on the intrastate. Last Friday night we went to a large Country Western dance being held at the Last Corral, a popular country Western bar in town that has a large dance floor. I was wearing a Jean skirt with cowboy boots and a red...
As I poured cream in my coffee Annie said, "So, have you decided yet?" "Decided what?" "About what you are going to do?" "About what?" "Are you going to keep working for Jim or are you over your hissy fit at John?" "Why would you ask me that?" "Oh come on girlfriend, I know you. You only called Jim because you were really, really pissed at John over money and lack of sex. I wasn't at all surprised when you told me that you spread for your first date, but I did expect that...
I was having a quiet drink on a Saturday night in a favorite bar of mine. My table was at the rear of the main part of the bar. I say the main part because there is another part where you go through a special door to get to and not too many people know of it outside the regular patrons of the bar. In that special part is a low bar where a lot of business transactions are carried out. A guy I sort of knew came in with his wife and her sister. I knew that both women lived and slept with the guy,...
BisexualMama don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys Don't let 'em pick guitars and drive them old trucks Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and such Mama don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys They'll never stay home and they're always alone Even with someone they love. Cowboys like smokey old pool rooms and clear mountian moringin's Little warm puppies and children and girls of the night And them that don't know him won't like him And them that do sometimes won't know how...
I’ve always thought relationships are a lot like seasons. They have their hot spells and eventual decline of life until things freeze over completely. Part of me was expecting that, even with Roxy. It had been the blueprint for all my past affairs. But it was nearing Christmas and I was still wrapped up in that candy cunt of hers. I felt green and boyish around her, convincing myself that life without her kind of unpredictability would fall flat and become staid. All my previous relationships...
HardcoreThere’s much to be said for knowing rich people, even if you aren’t yourself. My best buddy from college, for example, is one of those guys whose family goes back generations, and every one of them invested wisely. Even he doesn’t know how much money he has, but it’s more than he’ll ever need or be able to spend. Not that you’d know it if you met him- he swapped the BMW his parents gave him as a graduation present for a pickup truck. One of the things John’s family has owned forever is about...
The successful book is now also available in English. With little erotic pearls it is a novel loaded with action about a terrorist attack on America and its consequences. To receive at Amazon a book which looks for its equal. Here now an excerpt. the main characters make a domestic flight from the east coast to salt Lake and use a private jet with sleeping cabin. A good opportunity to have sex in the clouds. Have fun reading. "I want with you beautiful and unrestrained sex in 12,000 meters...
Melissa made her way along the narrow little street, feeling hemmed in by the houses as she made her way towards the sea front. The daylight was fading, lights were coming on in the town square, and along the seafront. Finding an intimate and charming cafe, she decided to enter. Melissa seated herself where she could look across an open terrace. A thought crossed her mind. The view is so beautiful. This place is like a heaven. She ordered coffee and stared out to sea. In front of her over the...
LesbianI awoke in the morning as the light streamed in through the window. As I opened my eyes, Caren was watching me."Good morning, darlin'. I like watching you awaken. You were sleeping so deeply but then you made a little smile and rolled over. What a nice way to wake up."I mumbled something as a response but without that first cup of coffee, I don't think anyone could understand me, let alone Caren."I just had the best dream before waking. I was dreaming that you were going down on me and as I...
Group Sex?SLAVES OF THECOPPER COAST 2.? Morris Kenyon * On her eighteenth birthday, Rebecca daCastro's father buys her a very special present – a slave-girl. Her very own slave-girl who will attend to her every need. Even better, it is one of her ex-school friends who has fallen on hard times. But will the two girls get on?This story is set just after my earlier story, 'Slaves of the Copper Coast' and includes some of the same characters. However, it is a stand-alone story and you do not need to have...
Andie and her husband were finally going on a much-needed holiday. The Queensland border had opened just in time for their getaway. Bernie took the gamble when he booked the holiday only two weeks prior, and it paid off. The discount offered to attract tourism after the financial woes of 2020 due to Covid was too good to refuse.The long drive was uneventful as the couple shared the driving, with Andie taking the wheel for the final stage in the Gold Coast traffic. Bernie was country born and...
LesbianWinter in the Mediterranean was a far cry from the miserable cold of the English Channel. Even with a cloud cover to block the sun, the temperatures off Oran, on the Barbary coast of North Africa, were pleasant. HM sloop Wolverine was anchored at a safe distance from the shore, protecting the convoy whilst xebec after xebec crept out from the city bringing sacks of grain to be loaded onto the transports. This was already Wolverine’s second such victualling journey. The British forces in the...
It was almost eight by the time the cutter appeared on the horizon. She hove to several hundred yards from the Bottoms Up and the floating debris. By that time, the skipper had told everyone what to expect in the way of an investigation and had requested that the Jensons and Phoebe should get dressed, although he wanted the Meredith family to stay as they were, so that the Coast Guard could see their exact condition as they were rescued. He had made a special private comment to Malcolm that...
Then I turned to see Dancer working his big black snake into my wife’s pussy while he alternated massaging her legs and clit. His cock was a good 9-10†and 2 ½ -3†in diameter. Coast Swingers Party (Interracial) This goes back a number of years when we were still in the lifestyle. I had been chatting with Tami, a friend of mine, about parties and said we were looking expand our group to party with. She asked if I had ever been to Susie’s and I said “No.”. She said...
InterracialIf you haven’t read East Meets West, Part 1, then I suggest you read it now, otherwise this story will make no sense to you. I would also like to add that I don’t write sex stories . . . I write stories that have sex in them. Hopefully, the sex enhances the story, but is not the primary reason the story was written. Sex between consenting adults who love each other is truly one of the most glorious things on earth. I also want to point out a few things here, so I apologize in advance for...