When you tell someone that you are a Photographer the subject sooner or later turns to "fine art" nudes. I use the little "" because no one wants to come out and say "Hey do you do glamour photography?" It's is always, "So, you must have done some fine art nudes in your time." It is in all of us, that curiosity of the naked figure. And finding someone who ju...
Chapter 3 - Feeding the fish Gary had said to Melanie that he had no plans to get another job. As far as he was concerned he was retired - after all he was nearly sixty. Occasionally he felt a little guilty about 'not contributing to society' but, to be fair, he had been working since he was seventeen. It seemed, however, the world was not going to leave hi...
My mother used to tell me, "Guys only want to go out with you for sex." I'm starting this story with my mother because I've received tons of emails about my Grand Prix stories, and several people - including 2 women I'm happy to say! - have asked about how I became so daring in showing off. Mum always was a sexy woman - still is, in fact. She has heaps of...
As a professional photographer, I've spent years building my business, and my reputation. I'm known to be totally professional, and highly proficient in my job. Recently, I was approached by a long time customer who was looking for someone to take some special pictures. She seemed embarrassed to even ask, so I offered her a cup of coffee while we talked. She...
Tom awoke shortly after noon. His head was pounding. As his eyes adjusted to the bright light streaming in from the window, he recognized the familiar surroundings of his apartment. "How did I get back here?" he thought. The last thing he recalled was doing shots of tequila with the sexy redhead he had met at Club Vlad. "Ava," he sighed, a smile creeping ont...
The line for my morning shift was always horrendous. As much as I hate my job, I am thankful to be able to see such a colorful slew of people. The 9-5 usual, the joggers and soccer mom's starting their big day with a hot cup of coffee, and even the business executives and wannabe high profile leeches that come and go, just to get a glimpse of someone "famous...
The knocking on the door to my tree house/store had been insistent – enough for me to rush the last bit of the way. Being in the backyard garden I had not heard it the first time. Therefore, the second, third, and fourth iterations had become louder and closer together. "Yes, yes! Coming!" I shouted – slightly irritated. I opened the door to find two young...
We'd had some risqué good time with our friends Joe and Mary before but nothing serious. They knew we were "adventurous" sexually and that we found them attractive, but we knew they were both pretty conservative and were happy to keep our relationship at the "good friends and innocent flirtations" stage. They're still not swinging sex fiends and I'm sure I'l...
With his mind full of his feelings for Rose John found it harder to get motivated. He was uncomfortable in her company avoiding her as much as possible. He missed the fun times with Melissa but did not go back to the hotel. He told Lelani, "No massages" and stopped going to the family evenings. He took to roaming through the local markets early every mornin...
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction concocted entirely within my imagination. Any resemblance to real people shouldn't be surprising since most of my stories are based on people I know. While I hope you enjoy this story and are compelled to provide feedback, I don't expect the subject matter will appeal to everyone who reads it. As such, I discourage venom...