coming down the aisle towards me, was an attractive dark haired woman. For about the twentieth time, I looked down the aisle to see why we were not departing. To my surprise, coming down the aisle towards me, was an attractive dark haired woman. Behind her I noticed the hostess closing the front door. I
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A couple joins the Mile High during a balloon ride … and pilot joins in. The sound of the gas engine of the inflation fan broke the peaceful silence of the morning. The silky nylon fabric of the envelope began to fill with air as the balloon came to life. The morning air was cool
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This is part 3 but part 2 is on its’ way. A Girl In Every Port Part X_X_X Many nights later, Christina had had a little too much to drink. I on the other hand don’t drink, so at about 12:30, she was pretty far gone. Me, well I was feeling real frisky and a
Kirrily’s Risqué Roadtrip Ch. 03
“…” I heard Mum say something before she flicked on the ceiling light of the car, the sudden flash of artificial light roused me from sleep.It took me a moment to get my bearings as I picked myself up from against Jayce’s chest. ‘must have dozed off’ I thought to myself as I rubbed my
Lost in Lisbon
This is a spin-off of Sofia’s story, the teacher who was sentenced to 7 years of slavery and 500 lashes for negligent homicide. The story takes place in contemporary Portugal but in an alternative reality where slavery and corporal punishment are substitutes for fines and prison. This story happens after the events described in “Back
Holiday in the South of France_(0) by vanessa.evans
More fun for Vanessa, but in the sun this time. The adventure I’m about to describe happened in late spring of 2000 when Jon took me to the South of France for a two-week holiday. Holiday in the South of France Unlike most of our trips abroad when Jon doesn’t tell me that we are
My First Time was on a Plane
Like my other stories to date, this story is based on my real life experience. Names and details have been changed to protect those involved.********************I was always an introverted guy. I had grown up as an academic kid; always had good grades but generally didn’t get along with the popular kids in school. My upbringing
Overdue Honeymoon by balbrash
This is just a story. I’ve shared most of this fantasy with my irl wife. She’s accepts that the fantasy is exciting, but we both admit that we have too much to risk in our relationship to experiment. Maybe some day :> A gentle breeze rolled by, stirring me out of a light doze. I
European Vacation_(1) by serena
Indiscretion in a european hostel First off, I want to tell you that the following story is almost completely true. I have only added a few spicy details where my memory of the actual events was a little hazy. I can’t really talk about it to anyone I know, so I decided to type it
The Backpacking Trip
Evan walked out of the house in his thin tech shorts and shirt and placed his backpack in the bed of the truck before climbing in the driver’s side door, pulling it shut and putting his seat belt on. Ever full of energy, Zoe had already raced out to the truck and was waiting for
Motel Week by WildUntammedFluffy
This story is a complete work of fiction. Keep that in mind as you read. For those of you who think the story too long to or simply want the ‘good parts’, simply skip to ‘Night 4’ to get an idea of what the story has to offer. Then come back and read from the
A European Adventure – Part 1
The charactersVicki, a gorgeous redheadWendy, an elegant older woman with graying black hairConnie, a pretty Chinese girlSheila, a horsey-faced, but not unattractive brunetteJill, a pretty blondeMattJohnEddieCharlieBobSamThierryWillieGerardMeI entered the room with Vicki and Wendy. It was low-lit, but I could make out the dozen or so people already there, reclining on couches, or standing idly and
A Sister's Traveling Shorts
Stefanie heard just enough snippets from the argument between her mother and her father to know it was about her clothing choices again. She was tired of hearing it, to be honest. She was old enough to make her own decisions about her body. After all, she didn’t choose where people’s eyes went, and she