Sam was lying in bed, trying to decide between another chapter and going to sleep. She'd taken a shower after finishing her business and never made it back out of her room. She needed to sort through her feelings about Keiko and Arden. Could she really handle having two lovers? Was that even an option? Arden had kissed her, but he hadn't tried to do more. Ha...
I was running down the beach on a very sunny and hot day. I could see the beach houses to my right, each standing against the sky atop their tall pilings. Ahead of me ran three lovely women, naked as the day that they were born. Their lovely butts flexed with each step they took on the wet packed sand of the wave swept beach. From time to time they would l...
Author's note: what follows is a work of fiction. Any similarity between any persons living or dead is purely coincidental and pure luck. All characters depicted in sexual circumstances in this work of fiction are at least 18 years of age. ***** Rob went back to work the Monday after his last visit from Sherry, and to be honest he was glad to be back at...
This story reads perfectly well on its own, but if you want some background color, read 'Nude Hikes at the Beach' first. Both stories are true and part of my series of memoires about Gina and I. This all happened pretty much as I have written, but who can remember every word and detail. Please enjoy this little peak into our past. As always, many thanks to b...
Wherein we get new friends, have dinner and a visit from the Doctor Author's note: this is part 9 of a 12-part story arc which I've put under Group Sex (see Chapter 1). Like all my stories, it begins with character development and in this case, over several chapters. The chapters can have the elements of a number of different categories and I will try to gi...
Amy rolled over and kissed Derek on the cheek as he stirred. 'Sleep well?' 'Like a baby.' He said squinting, as his eyes adjusted to the morning sun streaming through the balcony doors. 'I wanted to talk to you about something.' Amy said with no preamble, as she nuzzled in close. She had not slept well. 'Yeah...' he said cautiously, still clearing his...
I'd finally found a new description for the evening's tropical sunset, one not involving the adjectives sultry or fiery, when a small but determined fist smashed into my dinner plate. "Murderer!" The fist belonged to a woman I'd glanced at a few times, as she sat at the bar and as I wrote and scratched out sentences on the back of a cocktail napkin. "Li...
Every day Donovan became more aware of the impact of Elle, which was the very reason he hired her, an action that had surprised even him for its high-risk and probably by some people its apparent absurdity. She'd not been engaged as a forward planner, just as a sheer visionary with no responsibilities other than to transcribe her thoughts into electronic r...
"Pull out your dick and get it hard!" Her blatant command took me by surprise, but then again I was "in training" to become a porn star. I glanced at the room full of people, several guys just like me standing in line at the Vegas convention center Adult Film Expo. Not sure what to do, I hesitated. If I did what the buxom blonde had requested there was a goo...
The Vicar of St. Dunstan's has what many men would call an ideal setup: a circle of women, called the Quilting Ladies, who attend to his needs in a--comprehensive manner, so to speak. The membership of this circle has shifted over the course of the larger story, but the overall relationship has remained fairly stable. This series has provided glimpses into t...