One word to describe Elodie Boutella: caramel! A soft candy made with sugar and cream heated until brown in color. Elodie is five-foot-five and has never weighed more than 121 pounds since she was eighteen. She has an incredibly athletic, slender build that curves in all the right places. Her natural 34DDD tits, wide hips, and thick thighs give her an astonishing 34-26-37 figure. Her eyes are bright green, like two perfec...

The virus scare had passed and travel had picked back up again, and now Ana lay on a beach in an exotic island. Ana stood at about five-foot-ten, had black hair, tanned skin, and a face almost identical to that of Lisa Edelstein. While Ana did have a prominent nose, she also had quite the athletic body and looked great in the two-piece black bikini which went well with her lightly tanned olive skin.  As she lay on the tow...

Ayman took me to an ancient part of town. He had to park the car and walk as the stone alleys were so narrow that even the sun couldn’t get down into the labyrinth of warrens and dens, shops and stalls. I perused so many beautifully laid out stalls with exotic items that my senses were overwhelmed for a while. I purchased a few oddities and some sugar dates and pistachios when finally, I could take it no more and asked Ay...

TODAY In the depths of the parking garage, the trunk of someone’s beautiful old gold Cadillac was going to need buffing. I was enjoying watching my cock slide in and out of Rachel’s asshole, glistening with saliva and stretching her anal ring lewdly in and out as the car rocked and groaned in time with her moans and bucks. The Dhanush's power surged through me as I ravished the curvy bombshell in front of me.  Rachel is a...

In my story "Summer of '76 in the Nurses Home," I mentioned at the end that I went off to nurse in hot spots and war zones. So here I was, sitting in the shade of summer vines in the Beka'a Valley with a young woman, Safiya, telling me; "Il y a beaucoup des veuves de guerre dans notre villages; je suis seul, moi-meme." That is; "There are many war widows in our village, I am on my own myself." I was working in a hospital...

 I ended my dry streak with a beautiful Bangladeshi lady during my travels this April. I had always been fascinated by South Asian women. Those beautiful brown skinned women with deep expressive eyes and a distinct feminine charm. But even though I am friends with some of them here, I had not dated any of them.Anyways, in Dhaka, the capital of Bangladesh, a friendly guy named Aziz happened to be my local guide. He was the...

It’s hard to move through the currents of a lifeBuffeted from one side or the other, no matter your choiceEven harder when you face adversity others can’t see My sense of me is heightened, here on the stageI pour my heart into this expressionUnless you know my narrative, I appear uncaring One observant, out of the corner of my eye, motionsI dance for him, he who sees meI hear nothing and yearn to see everything

This was Niles' first trip abroad. He had promised himself such a trip for when he graduated, but then there was no money. It had taken two years working a crappy job and saving every penny, but it had now happened. He couldn’t say why he had chosen this itinerary, probably because of the wording in some brochure. First, four full days in Athens, then a day visiting ruins on the east coast of Greece, two days each on two...

I was at that age where friends started getting married. It's only natural and normal for twenty-somethings to get hitched with their high school or college sweetheart. For me, this was a foreign concept. No high school sweetheart, too many college sweethearts and the whole "settling down" thing, to me, was overrated.My good friend was getting married so I rolled to it riding solo. It was a beautiful ceremony. We drove th...

She saw him across the room. His white shirt was open at the neck and she could see his tan skin beneath. His smile was one that could melt a woman's heart. His eyes were pools of blue ladened with something mysterious and unknown. His dark hair was thick and unruly. She ordered herself a strong drink and went and sat at a table on the outskirts of the dance floor. She searched the crowed to find him and gasped when she d...

Her name is Venezia Martinez and, like me, she’s twenty-three years old. We met on an online hookup site that caters exclusively to those who take their sex lives seriously. We have no interests in selfish sextivities, ignorant or dishonest sexual experiences, or foolish practices. With that being said, I have had quite the number of mind-blowing acquaintances. But when it comes to Venezia, I get the feeling she’ll be mor...

This was my second trip to Japan. The first time I was overwhelmed, but this time I was better prepared. I knew better what to expect and what I wanted to do. On my first trip I was put off by the forwardness of the prostitutes, which was hard for me to resist. I have always had an Asian fetish but I was afraid I would get arrested and wind up in some bizarre Asian jail. None of my research preparing for the trip had incl...

My writing tends to suggest that I am in my thirties or forties because I want to seem closer in age to the young audience who dominate the Lush family. In truth, I'm a good bit older. Of course, things we publish here don't have to be factual. As it happens, this new story--from about three and a half decades ago--is very close to true...There was a decade in my middle years when televangelism was superinfluential here i...

I need an exotic lover, one who quenches all my desires.Who is so hot and salacious, no one can make me feel any higher. One that is attentive and comes when I call.It would even be very nice, if he was really tall. A great big strapping man. that lets me take the lead.Who knows just what he wants and that is to please me. Who sends me no mixed signals of what he really wants.And always plays it straight, so my feelings h...

Dreams of the Chinese RoomThe oversized room was decorated in a tasteless mishmash of New Mexico pueblo and Chinese restaurant.  Paper globe lights cast a comfortable glow over the room, filling in any shadows left by the muted sunshine coming through gauzy curtains which skirled in a lazy, sensous dance from an inflow of cool breezes through the open windows.  The walls hung with tapestries in a Chinese fire drill of col...