Beach PleasureThere wasn’t enough room in the changing room for the three of us. There was barley enough room for Melanie and myself, but we invited David anyway. We were all into that sort of stuff. The changing rooms were crowded enough with just one person and a bag of swimmers. But the life guards were watching the beach like hawks and we were horny.Beach Pleasure
There was cause to rush. Any one who looked down would surely see six legs and get some form of security. Besides the groaning of David’s first time was loud... Yet slightly arousing.
I struggled against my belt, intoxicated by the smell of the sea, mixed with the taste
Cave peopleKrugar pulled back her hair and bent down to smell he neck. She smelt pretty. Running his tongue along the back of her neck he tasted the salt in her sweat. The strange female moved slightly, fighting his hold on her. Krugar moved the primitive blade at her neck to reaffirm his control over her.Cave people
She spoke the language of the small people. He understood the sounds but the words and their meanings escaped him. There was fear in her voice… and rage. Well too bad, he is chief and he gets what he wants. And he wanted her.
Krugar continued to probe around inside of her, encouraged by the yelling and grunts coming fro
Lachlan and GwenLachlan awoke with a start. No matter how good the night had been, he had still been plagued by the nightmares. He sat up and felt the gentle chill of the crisp morning mountain air against his naked skin. Gwen was still lying next to him. A serene look set upon her face. Lachlan placed a hand on her head and swept it though her long black hair, down her back. He lent over and kissed her softly on the head, then swept back the sheets, stood, walked over to the wall sized windows and spread the blinds, exposing himself to the world. This would have been scandalous if it wasn’t for the fact that the windows belonged to a quiet country villLachlan and Gwen
Chapter 1 - Part 1A tear slide down Gabriel's soft cheeks. She turned her head trying to hide her face in the pillows, it was not good for business, the men usually didn't like it. Her client smelt of whisky and every time he moved it sent the smell wafting over her. She could feel his skin against hers, the rough, aggressive movements as he protruded into and out of her and his hands as they crept across her breasts. They were workers hands. Hard, Rough from years of toiling off the land. And in complete comparison to her smooth golden skinChapter 1 - Part 1
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