"What did the pup see?"
Lorenzo moaned as he struggled to open his eyelids. His tongue passed over something acrid and sticky as he licked his cracked lips. He heard a slight, hesitant whimper. He felt a warm snuffling against an ear. Suddenly an ache in the core of his body spread out and over...
"Sometimes words don't matter"
I could feel the hot baking sun reflecting off the white washed walls as I sat beneath the shade outside the little cantina. My mirrored sunglasses, scratched and tarnished lay on the table, angled so I could see the door...
"Aris journeys to Greece to seek out his roots, and finds far more than expected."
Aris walked along the secluded section of Grecian shore, enjoying the view of the ocean after a breathtaking sunrise. All too soon, he would have to return home, and he wanted to fix the splendor of his ancestral homeland firmly...
"He was looking for something frivolous, she was looking for much more."
My name is Fred. Captain Fred sounds nice to me. I’m not actually a Captain, just a captain. I live on my sailboat, named ‘Comfortably Numb’, my retirement home in the Aegean Sea. Other stories in this series contain enough...
"Comfortably Numb Adventures: The Windsurfer – Part 2 The Afternoon; What Are Best Friends For?"
Tatiana’s disclosure of the next chapter in our erotic adventure had the predictable uplifting effect on my battle scarred dick. Throughout our long lunch, the girls kept switching the subject of conversation to sex. I tried to talk about the...
"Georgina owned an ice cream shop on a Greek island. Fred came for ice cream, she came for Fred."
My sailboat, ‘Comfortably Numb’, is my (early) retirement home. I'm based in the South Eastern Aegean Sea. I alternate between Greek Islands and the Turkish coast. Each has it's good points. The southwest Turkish coast is crenelated with bays and fjords....
"Hercules is drawn to Meg like a magnet to iron."
Hercules approached the cave of the Nemean lion, his bow and arrow over his shoulder and a giant club in his hand. Hot power vibrated through him. He was ready for whatever had slain so many men before him. He...
"A tale of romance between an author and his muse"
Day One "May I take your order sir?" Dylan looked up at the waitress. Her American accent was somewhat incongruous in a taverna in the small fishing village of Agios Nikolaos on the Peleponnese peninsular of mainland Greece. The waitress...