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.
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.
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.
Years ago I had a rather unfortunate incident in my life where I had been swept overboard in a typhoon. I can still picture certain moments in my mind about that horrific night. Bedlam ensued, as sailors tried to trim the sails all in the hopes of keeping the Esmeralda afloat. The wooden galleon teetered from starboard to port, as wave after wave struck us broadside. Our ship seemed nothing more than a cork upon the tumultous ocean.
There she sat across from me that gorgeous red-head I had seen on several occasions right here at the 'Cafe del Orio'. She was engaged in a deep conversation with a sexy blonde, haired young lady, and every time I peeked over the edge of my newspaper they would giggle. I watched those sexy young ladies for a while before returning to the article I had been reading.
Sussane was middle-aged at the time, and single dates were non-existant and it seemed like she would never get laid. All the available men either drank heavily, or were obese; out of shape, couch potatoes. She on the other hand was a fit, adventrous gal perfering to be in nature. She liked to swim, sky-dive, mountain-climb, back-country ski, hike, kayak, canoe. To be honest she was an adrenaline junkie.