Island Fever 4: Paradise - Chapter 12 - Sex Stories

Island Fever 4: Paradise - Chapter 12

... buildings on the grounds dated back some 600 or more years and had not been altered or reconstructed from their original form. The castle itself was stunning and the views over the adjacent harbor were breathtaking. There was a definite sense of history as one walked around the old, thick stonewalls, the inner courtyards and the watch towers. Perhaps the only somber moment of our sightseeing tour throughout the wondrous castle was a section of it known as _Slaveriet_ (The Slavery), which housed various prisoners and war criminals dating back to the late 18th century. The jail also served as a Nazi stronghold during World War II. Because of the prison and its gruesome history, Akershus Festning actually ranks as one of the most haunted places in all the world. Several ghost sightings have been reported throughout the years. But perhaps the most popular tale is that of the demon dog named Malcanisen. Legend has it that he guards the gates to the castle. Anyone who is approached by the canine spectral spirit is doomed to a horrible death sometime in the following three months. I am happy to report that neither Trish nor myself saw Malcanisen on this day... The sun was actually out and beaming brightly once Trish and I went to _Slottet_ (the Royal Palace) and took a stroll through the beautiful park that surrounded on it on all sides. It featured grassy areas and flowerbeds as well as old, majestic trees, and was quite a popular place to relax. I found great joy out of watching ...

... Trish sniff the flowers, an uplifting and delightful expression coming to her face after almost every single one. By the time it was 4:30pm, I suggested to Trish that she and I return home so we could have dinner with the other ladies at our standard hour of 7:00pm. Trish agreed, but claimed that there was one more place that she wanted to visit before we retired to the mansion for the evening. That would be _Sandvika Storsenter_, a super, regional shopping center that was home to 195 individual stores and boutiques. It was no more than ten minutes from our estate. Trish reminded me (as if I did not know already) that Amy's birthday was a little more than two weeks away; she would be 33. Although Trish already had a lot of gifts for Amy hid away back home, she insisted on purchasing her some more. Thus, Trish explained, there was a list of stores here at the mall that she wanted to hit up and visit. She promised me that we would be home in plenty of time for dinner. Shortly after stepping foot into Sandvika Storsenter, though, Trish spotted one of those picture booths for two that had a drawstring curtain and would snap a series of photographs in exchange for a nominal fee. With an elegant, cover-girl face complimented by rounded cheek bones and a friendly, charming smile, Trish was quite the photogenic sort. She insisted that I step into the little booth with her and sit down, then pose for a series of photographs that we would later take home on long strips and share with ...