Holiday Stories

I watched her walk down the beach to sea. The beach was white talc sand leading to the glittering turquoise of the Caribbean Sea. We were on a tiny paradise island a short boat ride from the main island. It wasn’t deserted but people were few and far between. We were both on an adventure package holiday that was mainly made up of singles of various ages. Brooke had first caught my eye on the flight so I was pleasantly sur...

With Jane now in her late twenties, our adventurous lifestyle meant that we began to become rather more easily recognised – at least around our regular haunts - and my unusual preference of encouraging Jane to participate in casual sex with complete strangers, had led us - on occasions - to be recognised, and approached This was not what I wanted – I preferred variety over repeat performances. In order to achieve this, I...