Wild Sex Tales

This story contains material of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL nature.

The Cruise just began.....

Enjoy.

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You know how sometimes you can be dreaming and a word pops into your head and you think to yourself "I wonder what the meaning of that is? I’ll "Google" it in the morning". Or it’s a place name and you will need to know where in the world that town is. You think, "If I don’t jot that down or look it up now it’ll never happen, and I’ll never know".

It happens to me all the time and most times I’ll roll over and go back to sleep never finding the answers to all those little unanswered questions that live in my subconscious.

It was last summer that I had the idea for a short story that just popped into my head one hot night. As if it wasn"t hard enough trying to sleep with this heat, now I had this urge to get up and go to the computer and start.

So picture this. Young guy hunched over a computer. Its 1a.m. in the morning and my fingers are flying over the keys trying to get all the words of the story down before all the other things in my environment got in the way. Like my nagging need to empty my bladder, my rumbling tummy and my empty cup of coffee that needs filling. No, if I get up that will be it and I"ll lose it, the theme of the story.

So I kept going and the words just kept pouring out of me. It was morning before I knew it and the dawn chorus of birds broke into my consciousness with their insistent and constant chirping and the sound of the breakers hitting the beach. I hate being distracted. I think it may have something to do with the touch of ADD that I have.

Well it was finished, apart from doing a spell check and another read, but the words were there. I got them down and out. I felt great and gave up a big sigh.

Just here I should point out that the story was about young love and at points it had the writer near to tears, well choked up anyway. (No guy will admit to tears). I had taken my time with this story and it just cascaded from deep within me. All my feelings for women and the love I had for them, all the deep feelings that a young man feels for his first love were all there between the pages.

I"ll need to pass this along to my editor for reviewing. He was always surprised at my talent for writing. While never going to win a Booker Prize I was successful enough.

Maybe I"d ask Stacy my friend to just have a quick look at it for me, before forwarding it on to my publisher. She was coming over later for lunch and a swim; she lived in her own flat in town not near the coast.

I got up and stretched, really needing to relieve myself and get some caffeine into my brain.

My house was on the coast and while not big, just 3 bedrooms, it was all mine thanks to a string of short stories and a few novels that had hit the bookshelves. My writing was well received. Meaning I could survive by writing and be quite comfortable too. My publisher was overjoyed at the demand for my books and had engaged me for some book signings and an interview or two. The doorbell chimed and I heard the sound of Stacy calling my name.

The doorbell chimed and I knew it was my sister Stacy arriving for a morning swim, and then heard her calling my name.

"Chase, are you there?"

"Come on in, I"ve just made some coffee. Grab a cup. I've got a surprise for you."