Wilderness adventures and wildlife encounters have given rise to more than thirty-four real-life stories during 2014-15. Over the past ten years living in solitude I have been known to the locals, as 'a character' that you should meet.
Rebecca could scarcely wait for her next rendezvous with the older man, as of yet she had not found out his name, but no matter she thought for he was an exceptional lover. It was one of his rules that she not know his name and was to call him Sir, and nothing else.
Our newly acquired wealth through the BC lottery system gave me an immediate fixation that of travel in Europe. Our latest adventure will take place shortly, as I fine tune my mind into what will develop into an amazing holiday. Truth be told I have not had many over the years and so this one I wanted to be memorable.
Luke had just placed third in the world for bronc riding last weekend, and was eager to return to his ranch the 'Lazy 8' located in the West Chilcotins of British Columbia to recuperate before his next event in Calgary, Alberta.
Earlier that morning while Rebecca was getting dressed she heard that another blast of heat was in the forecast. She stood in front of the full length mirror admiring her youthful body then pulled up her white lace thong, and on a whim just pulled a white t-shirt over her head. She smiled when she saw how her nipples protruded through the flimsy fabric. She pinched both nipples, and then watched, as her breasts bounced when she took a step. Next, she stepped into her rather short skirt. Satisfied that she looked hot she walked out the door. Rebecca bicycled down to the local park. Along the way she noticed a group of construction workers, and one guy even made lewd comments.
There was a long line at the cinema ticket window, as Al stood in line and checked out the other people waiting to purchase their tickets when he spotted a sexy, dark-haired young lady in a black miniskirt, and sheer blouse. Mmm... wonder who she is with he said to himself.
The Female Demon
I could have sworn she was the real deal, but when I awakened during the darkest of nights with sweat on my forehead, and deep scratch marks dug into my flesh I had other ideas.
A Touch of Heaven
Deanna Creates was the name splashed across the window, as I stepped through the door of a quaint artist's studio on the beach of Abinito, Puerto Rico. I was intrigued by all the colorful abstract art, and began to see different images in the paintings, as I walked around the tiny shop.
I met Monique a dark haired vixen through my friend Alice both these sexy ladies were to the best of my knowledge somewhere in their late twenties, or early thirties. I on the other hand had turned thirty-four that very day.