Warning: Adults only. Contains stories of intimate M/F watersports fun (with oral and anal sex) in three different positions:
Side-by-Side (4,100 words),
Front-to-Back (3,000 words), and
Back-to-Back (3,200 words).
Plus some outlines of other stories in the Waterlines series. More
Warning: these three stories are for over-18s only and contain elements which some people may find offensive. If you aren't interested in watersports (golden showers), anal or oral sex - or aren't remotely curious - then please don't buy or read this book.
Stories of intimate fun in three different positions:
Side-by-Side (4,100 words)
Front-to-Back (3,000 words)
Back-to-Back (3,200 words)
SPECIMEN EXTRACT :
Every Friday night, if we didn’t have to stay late at the office for an emergency, most of us went round to a local bar to let our hair down for two or three hours. It was a routine that we looked forward to; the firm hired a room so that we had a certain amount of privacy, and we treated it like an extension to our business environment: what was said in there stayed there.
Gina had only been with us for a few weeks and I didn’t really have the chance to get acquainted with her. It would be ungracious of me to describe her as a plain young woman, but she had no features that one might consider to be particularly attractive. There was a rumor in circulation that she hadn’t had much luck with men; this could have been invented by one or more of her co-workers, who were known for their lack of charity. But, when I spoke to her that evening, she exuded a warm personality and was capable of conversing across a wide range of subjects. I must confess that I took up much of her time at the bar, but most of the others were talking of inconsequential work-related issues.
Gradually everyone peeled away and, after some time, we found ourselves the only customers left in our room. “I’m in no hurry to get away. How about you?”
“No. I have no immediate plans.”
We got to talking about secrets – I can’t remember what led us into that subject – and the conversation soon drifted on to secret sexual fantasies. The drink had begun to take its effect and, although we were relative strangers, we had lost all inhibition with our talk now.
“Of course I have some,” she laughed. “Well, at least one. But I’m not going to reveal that to you here. We hardly know each other. How about you?”
“Yes. I have something in mind that I’d like to do. But when I’ve suggested it to girls I’ve been with, they cringe and call me a pervert.”
“What is it?”
“I’m not telling you. You’ll back away and call me a pervert too. Just when we’ve started to get to know each other.”
“Then we shall never know. Which is a bit of a shame, don’t you think?”
“Do I detect a hidden desire on your part to reveal your secret to me?”
“Not here. And only if you tell me yours too.”
“If you’re too embarrassed to tell me, let’s get a couple of sheets of paper, write them down and show each other.”
“Mine is too complicated to describe.”
“Then draw me a diagram. I like diagrams.”
“It would be pornographic!” she laughed.
I felt a stirring in my loins. I had to stick around with this girl. “Can’t you give me a clue?”
“Watersports,” she whispered. “And I don’t mean water-skiing.”
I nodded and smiled. “That’s a coincidence. My little secret can be placed in the same category.”
We smiled at each other, each wondering who would take the next step. She grinned at me, and crossed her legs. She pulled up her skirt as she did so, making sure I saw the top of her stocking on her thigh.
I spoke. “I think we’ve whetted each other’s appetites, don’t you?”
“Whetted? Was that a pun?”
“I’m ready to reveal my secret, if you are yours.”
“O.K., then. But not here. Your place or mine?”
“I have no privacy at my apartment right now. My brother is staying over.”
“It’ll have to be my place, then. I don’t live too far from here.”
“It’s getting late, and it’s started to rain. I’ll call a cab.”