Still together, forty-one years later, this story has the same cast as Naked Ground School. Like that story it was an entry in a 1000 word short story contest. All Pseudonyms have been changed to protect the deviant. *** As I stood there among the tall Comozo Palms growing strong from the broken rocks at the lakeshore, I was drinking a cup of coffee, watc...
A sandstorm outside ate what was left of the paint job on my flesh-colored Ford Festiva. With zero sense of rhythm, I pumped atop the Native American woman I shared the mattress with. A box spring away, the lass' Latina friend was manually servicing some Vietnamese guy. And that's when he arrived. Horny to the point of drooling, maneuvering a motorized whee...
In 1984, I worked a summer job as research assistant for my brother-in-law, Richard, a forestry professor at Boise State University. The job, conducting pine bark beetle surveys, took me into the wilderness four days each week, and during my time off, I stayed with Rich, my sister Abbey, and their young children, Chloe, 3, and Luke, newborn. June 4th was m...
Joy knocked on the door to her girlfriend's apartment and waited patiently for her to open the door. The sign on the front door normally said "Clothing optional beyond this point" but the word "optional" had masking tape over it and written in felt pen instead was the word "forbidden." This was actually the rule of the house, anyone who was invited over was...
It was bound to be another of those nearly wasted journeys. A long flight to Mexico, two or three boring meetings where the other parties bring up objections and trivial detail about the proposed merger and eventually the whole thing falls flat on its arse. You can smell them a mile away, initial keenness followed by a request for more information and more...
The next day they explored the beaches and enjoyed the sun. They spent most of the day teasing each other and talking about another balcony performance. Both being readers, they took books with them and laid out. They took turns putting sunscreen on each other. Marni took extra time on Rob's legs. She loved his rock-hard legs, especially his calves. He had n...
This story was somewhat of a request. Oddly enough, someone liked one of my other attempts at writing to request I write one based on some details he provided about himself and his wife. The names are made up and everyone was of age. ***** As we drive to the airport, I am so excited for this trip. It has been some time since Carol and I had time alone, let...
My wife Stacey and I were in desperate need of a relaxing, romantic vacation together. We both have very stressful jobs on Wall Street and haven't had a vacation away for a long time. Stacey left the decision making all up to me as far as location, venue, flights and hotels. I guess she just doesn't like taking the time to do the research, she says it's too...
We walk off holding hands and pulling our suitcases as people look us, particularly you. As we go out the door towards the bungalows, we are given our gold cart for traveling back and forth. We put the suitcases on the back and head on our way. "You look so fucking good I'm just about ready to fuck you right here. Or else let someone else fuck you while I w...
This is based on a true story enhanced a lot. The people reading my stories know we like to keep our marriage exciting by going on adventures from time to time, One day while talking with men I was working with in North Adams MA, they informed me portions of Whitingham Lake in Vermont is clothing optional. The areas are away from the town, there are very fe...