Erotic short stories. original artworks and links to my favourite online erotica.
The thing that makes travelling so amazing is that I am there. Other places are just someone’s home, someone’s daily grind. What I am saying is I am different when I am travelling. I am open. I am looking for new experiences. Every stranger is truly a potential friend, or at least an enjoyable conversation.
Take that breakfast in Stanford, for example. I woke in an empty dormitory, I think there were a dozen beds, maybe a few more, in various states of disarray. I had arrived late the night before, very late, only a grizzly old man was there to show me to my bed. I used the toilet at the end of the dormitory then slipped back to bed as quietly as I could. I took in my surroundings, we... Read more...
Cat sat alone again, I thought of the time she had undressed for me in my mind. I loved the way she was so open to my imaginings, somehow so much more open than anyone else. Well, at the moment anyway.
“Well, are you going to tell us about it?” “You know, what happens on girls’ night stays on girls’ night.” “Thornton has already told us what happened so it is only fair to hear your version of the story."