When the kettle boiled, I made a cup of tea and went on deck with the pilot book for the area. It was an amateur affair, produced by the three flotill... companies between them since there was no official publication. Still, better than nothing. It gave warnings and advice, like ‘line the blue house up with the rock behind for a safe line into the bay’. This kind of help could be vital. I noted that it warned about a second long sand spit at the end of the island. This one moved around a little. Stupid old thing; 12 seconds to load the operating system? Pitiful. Crystal's newer one loaded in 7.Marie logged into the virtual reality web site her sister frequented. She had gotten quite good at tracking her sister's movements, thanks to the keylogging program she had installed weeks ago when the older girl had taken one of her rare excursions out of the house. Crystal had been hanging out in some XXX virtual rooms, sounding quite pitiful, looking for a virtual fuck. Marie had created a. While there are other schools of thought, this is a very valid criticism. So how should the very best erotic stories go about balancing their sexual content with their ability to be a story? On a scale of 0 to 100 in writing talent, it takes about a 2 to just write sex. All you need to know about how to write sex is to know the action, then swap synonyms (so like instead of ‘he stuck his penis inside of her,’ create ‘he drilled her with his iron rod.’ Magic.) There’s a great number of stories. ‘Grab me a Pepsi on your way up.’ A minute later he appeared. ‘Here you go dude’ he said, placing the can of soda on the table. ‘What’re we watching?’ ‘A little girl on girl activity.’ I said, snapping open the can with my left hand, the hand without my hardon in it. I took a swig of the refreshing beverage. Andy stepped out of his shorts and stood beside me naked. I glanced over at his long thin cock and noticed that it seemed a little redder than usual. ‘You and Pam go at it this morning?’.