Warning: The following is a sexually explicit story intended for the entertainment of mature adults. If you are offended by stories of such nature, do not read it. All characters are fictional and not intended to resemble any real people. Comments and suggestions (and even constructive criticisms) are welcomed. Dear Ann, Have you ever been to a CFNM party?...
When the long-standing tradition of an Olympic fire was reintroduced during the 1928 Summer Olympics, an employee of the Electric Utility of Amsterdam lit the first modern Olympic flame in the Marathon Tower of the Olympic Stadium in Amsterdam. Ever since, the Olympic flame has been part of the Summer Olympics. Meanwhile, the sight of Abraham Reynolds bei...
John was ripping through his work at a record-setting pace. Setting records wasn't a bad thing, with an Olympics coming up and all. "Hey, bud," Kat said warmly as she entered John's office. He rose to his feet, completely nude, embracing his new, lax dress code. Kat was completely at ease with his nakedness. "Takin' care of business, hon?" she asked,...
CFNM Randy Summers Party Planner: Somehow, my money never seems to stretch far enough. I have been doing more advertising in hopes of getting more gigs. I try to be discreet and not advertise on campus or in places faculty or other students might see. After a couple of disappointing contacts who flaked out after I had done a lot of ground work getting tog...
Dick Wojohowski drove his rusty but trusty 1978 Chevy truck onto the muddy playing grounds. He was hauling the rented 50-foot, 1,500-watt lights that would be used to illuminate the final, frantic events of CFNM Games I. The wheels spun around in the mud, trying to gain traction. The wet dirt went everywhere, hitting anyone within proximity. Some of the me...
One really had to be careful when applying labels to VHS tapes. Everything had to be lined up just right. You wanted to avoid it looking crooked. These tapes were for a select few clients. And John was busy applying labels to 200 tapes that were to go out in the mail that afternoon. Repetition was key. "Keeping busy, John?" Katherine asked as she casu...
"Kat, you're crazy," Arthur insisted. "Why am I crazy?" she fired back. Art let out a deep sigh. "I think it's pretty balls to the wall," Chandler chimed in. "See?" said Kat enthusiastically. The kitchen table of Kat's spacious Vermont home was rife with discord. "An Olympic-style event, where all of the men are bare-ass naked? Dicks flopping aroun...
Don't let anyone tell you otherwise - there is indeed good wine in the mountains of Vermont. And many of the ladies were sampling several of the reds and whites that were available at the wine tent. John, meanwhile, was more of a "meat and potatoes" kind of guy, drinking a can of Old Milwaukee as he made his way around the grounds. He was beginning to g...
Chapter 1 Kate Monroe ran down the long hallway to the main conference room, nearly spilling her coffee in the process. The red-haired beauty was going to be late again, for the second straight day. Passionate lovemaking with her boyfriend in the morning was again the reason for her tardiness. She couldn't be late again, not today. Dr. Reynolds, her always...
Mist often forms when warmer air over water suddenly encounters the cooler surface of land. Sherman Adams Pond was plenty warm from the day before, and with the cool, early-morning temperatures, it created a rising mist all throughout the grounds. Kat and John walked out together. They chit-chatted, yawned every now and again as 7 a.m. approached. As they...