This is my entry for the 2019 Summer Lovin' contest. It is based on a collection of real-life incidents that have happened over the years either to me or things I've witnessed at both nude and non-nude events. It's also a little nod to this year's 50th anniversary of the first Woodstock festival in 1969. Enjoy! *** Kyle rushed through a maze of restless of...
Better late than never. Probably goes without saying now that the series is very far along and those who haven't read up to this point should probably just skip to the sex parts (though I hate that you would). For those who have read from the beginning...enjoy, because the plot twists and turns are going to just keep on coming. Feedback and suggestions alway...
"Eva converged with Fate at a crucial point. She got a terrific offer, and now she was on her way to her life's adventure! She was to join the world tour of Julian Woolfe...!" ************************************ One man's loss is another man's gain, as they say. Eva Sanderson knew that, but the harsh reality of it was nonetheless hard to accept. As always...
Chapter 7 --Cumming to the Pool Party If you have not read previous adventures of Annie, I recommend them to fully understand the sequence of events leading up to this point in the story, as well as my obsession and enjoyment of other men lusting after my fiancée Anne-Marie. Following is a somewhat brief--although I use the term loosely as so much has happe...
Please comment, critique, praise and vote. Your feedback is immensely motivating! Chapter 1: Where There's Smoke... Annika Whenever I sit out on my balcony (and I say 'balcony' with a great sense of irony, but my humble studio apartment with its fenced ledge suits me and my needs just fine) and light a joint, I always do so inconspicuously. Or so I h...
Chapter 1: Where There's Smoke... Annika Whenever I sit out on my balcony (and I say 'balcony' with a great sense of irony, but my humble studio apartment with its fenced ledge suits me and my needs just fine) and light a joint, I always do so inconspicuously. Or so I hope. I've deliberately woven ivy and fairy lights around two-thirds of the wrought...
BOOK ONE Sunrise and bad weather on the Prairie can be a site of sadistic beauty -- A frightening thing, like a lion loosed from its cage while the tamer sleeps. Often when the weather is bad I am restless, sitting up nights or rising early before the dawn to walk out and watch the rainfall when sleep won't come to me. The summer nights have only just beco...