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Quickly, I grabbed the largest rock I could and held it over my head in an attempt to appear larger than my 5’2” self really was. Sure, it was a ridiculous cartoon, but it was all I had. To scare it off, she extends her arms to try to make herself look at big as possible.
I saw the snarling animal racing up the trail, as my mind dove into its subconscious and pulled out the only relevant source I had on file: “The Simpsons.” I remembered an episode where Lisa, acting as Sacajawea, is approached by a cougar. While it comforted me to know there were people around in case I needed help, this relaxed feeling was quickly erased as I heard the angry barking of a dog. I knew I was following the trail markers correctly, but that didn’t necessarily mean I was heading toward a place I would want to go, especially while traveling solo.Īs I continued on, trudging through ankle-deep muck and climbing over giant rocks and thick branches, I came to a village. It’s no that I didn’t have hiking experience - I’m an avid trekker however, the narrow trails were thick with mud and so dense it made day feel like night. It had taken me much quicker than I’d assumed it would - less than an hour - so I decided to continue on and follow the signs reading “Runtun”.Īs I was trekking solo, it was up to me to navigate myself, which felt somewhat disconcerting. It was a steep ascent, but the view of Banos, Ecuador, from the top of Bellavista was worth it. A better idea would have been to have my money organized in my wallet so that I could quickly pull it out when on the bus, or discreetly grabbing the money without showing my wallet. If someone tells you an area is dangerous and that pick pocketing is likely, take all necessary precautions to prevent this from happening - whether it’s daytime, nighttime, $2 or $200. While I was lucky the situation didn’t escalate further than a scare, it did teach me a lesson: Never make assumptions. The man glared a moment longer before moving on his way. They understood, and made a small space for me in the group, where I nodded along pretending to be an old time friend. While I didn’t speak Portuguese, I smiled at them and waved, gesturing slightly with my eyes at the man. Spying a group a local women chatting nearby, I quickly ran over to their group, never turning my back to the man. Suddenly, my solo female travel instincts kicked in and I took action. I was frozen in a moment that seemed to last forever, although it was probably only a minute or so.
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My skin felt prickly, my heart racing with fear. But, would he really jump me in broad daylight? His stance reminded me of a cheetah ready to pounce as he bent his knees and angled his body toward me, his arms raised slightly. While I don’t remember his clothing or details about his features, I can clearly picture the menacing scowl that took over his face as he stopped dead in his tracks and glared at my exposed wallet. He looked about 53, a weathered face and dark hair. Nobody would take notice.īut someone did.
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Besides, it was daytime and I was standing at a bus stop full of people. I’d been warned not to ever show cash when walking around Rio de Janeiro, but I figured they meant large bills. It wasn’t a lot of money - about $1.25 USD however, it was enough for one man in particular to notice me. That should cover the bus ride back to my hostel in Gloria. A Tour Gone Wrong In Torres del Paine, Chile I have published two novellas set in Hedonism II, the notorious Jamaican resort and even one featuring a sentient sex robot. While my current focus is on stories featuring (in order of frequency) erotic combat, wet and messy, action-adventure and tickling, I’m open to anything which turns me (and hopefully you) on. The Mistress Megan stories take her through her development as a dominatrix during which she must satisfy their every fetish. Lusty Lee was a private investigator whose nemesis forced her to pursue him through a new kink in each episode. His stories feature a little fun, lots of sex, a little adventure, and Carter's special brand of justice. And if the reader cares about the characters, it is easier for him or her to identify with their arousal, to let that arousal tingle the reader’s own skin.Ĭhristopher Carter is a lawyer who’s into BDSM and other hijinks, most of them sexual. A story lets the reader start to care for the characters in it. If so, the first obligation of a writer of erotica is to arouse and I hope you feel that I have succeeded. I have heard say that the first obligation of a writer is to entertain. You will receive prompt notification of my new publications and special offers. If you would like to be on my mailing list, please click on the yellow button located just under my photo.
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