Marjorie's Nudist Beach Copyright Oggbashan May 2019 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. ******************************************...
The Live Model When I was a student in Jerusalem in the mid seventies, I was sharing an apartment with Etty. She was studying ceramic arts and I was going through my life science studies. She had to take complementary courses, one of which was photography. I also liked taking photos. It was my most serious hobby. It was different then. No digital cameras we...
It was the living room of Mrs Reilly's house, high-ceilinged and richly decorated, a room all the ladies of Brewer longed to visit. The light poured in the tall bay windows, catching the swirl of the women's cigarette smoke. On the wall, in the shadows, one could just make out the oil painting of Venus hauling a nude Cupid over her knees- an 18 year old Cupi...
This is a Valentine's Day contest story. Please vote. * Husband sabotages wife's Valentine's celebration with his sudden nudism. Robert listened to his wife, Susan, yapping endlessly about her plans for her Valentine Day celebration. She was like this with every obscure holiday. Every month it seemed they threw a party that cost nearly as much as their da...
A few months later they were all informally sitting around the dining room table as had become pretty much the custom in the house. Amelia's webcam business was doing fine and she came to visit almost every day now. She was so used to being naked in the house that she now felt it would be out of place and even rude if she started dressing again. "Crescent Gi...
A trip to the pictures. "We start for home tomorrow so tonight is our last night. Shall we go to the pictures?" suggested my husband. The pictures, the cinema, the flicks! That just shows how long we go back. We literally walked into nudism about three years ago. We were camping in Brittany on the coast. We'd spent a few days on the beach. The sun was shi...
Chapter Two (Her Story): What Happened At The Beach I have written this in response to several E mails, interested to hear Anne's experiences in her own words, read his version first. It had been one of the most sexually liberating experiences of my life, touching and stroking this young man, exerting complete control as I brought him slowly to orgasm as m...
Author's note: This was my eighth trip to Europe. They say that the jet lag means less every time you fly the pond, but I don't think that's true. What I do think is that we learn to live with it, but that our bodies still feel it, every time. The focus is to be on one day, one day only. Here's the story of that day. * * * * * I woke up in a strange place...
The story so far: an attempt by exhibitionist/nudist Becky and her best friend Lisa to liven up the tail end of their summer break before university by having Becky strip and do a nude dare at the local cinema led to her being caught by staff and willingly photographed. Meanwhile Lisa continued to dwell on her growing attraction to Becky... * Chapter 20 –...
Fred Blake was one of the first people I met in the office when I was transferred from Minnesota to Arizona. He had a weathered look, like he was probably in his early fifties. The Phoenix sun had probably done that. Still, he was trim and seemed in good shape. His hair was dark -- almost black -- and graying nicely at the temples. I hope I still have that m...