America in 1956 seemed besotted with Peyton Place and the Kinsey Report and the boom in nudist colonies and the theories of Dr Freud. But schoolgirls in the Minnesota city of Brewer were homing in on their own sweet goal: seeing their male classmates stripped to the buff. Their male classmates nude. In their birthday suits. And more than that, nude- and hu...
Daily living As I look back on the previous chapters I think I may have given the wrong impression… while all the girls are sexually submissive to me, and we are all “faithful” to each other, weekday daytimes are another story… Not that we don’t occasionally have sex during the weekdays, but if we do, I am not necessarily a “Dom,” or even a participant. Eve...
Molly Chapter 1 Tue Jan 18, 2011 09:29 Molly's love Ok, so maybe he was more of a crush than a real boyfriend, but we were good friends. I was the geeky goth chick, and he was the honor role track star-pretty much out of my league. Still, he hung out with me, and would stick up for me in school, which dragged him down a bit, but made my life a lot better...
Driving along the Tennessee state highway, I was trying to keep the Jeep on the road while looking for my turn. I looked at the map again while trying to figure out where I was. Seeing a gas station ahead, I pulled off and went in to ask the attendant if he knew how to get to the cabin I was searching for on the mountain. He basically told me I was a blind...
This is my first attempt at writing anything for publication other than business and training materials so I want to take this opportunity to thank my new friend Angel_Love for agreeing to be my editor. If you like what you read it is due in great part to her assistance. Also I would appreciate any feedback that any of you readers would care to send me. *...
Marcellus Tvaris was a tailor. He was the very best of tailors. He could fit a dinner jacket with such precision, he fit his dresses with such delicacy, that he was able to keep his shop open in a suburb on the west side of Detroit for twenty five years. He had an exacting and accurate eye for detail. He would take notice of the particular way a man's waistl...
I learn important lessons and we join the circus. ***** Scorpius1945 Author's notes: 1. This is a work of fiction. The activities and practices described in this story are not necessarily either condoned or recommended. If you choose to do anything described in real life with real people you do so at your own risk. 2. All characters are fictional and an...
Sammy nervously picked up her phone and called Steph. She paused as it rang. Once. Twice. Three times. After the fourth ring it went to Steph's voicemail. Why didn't she answer? Sammy had mixed feelings about having to leave a message. Part of her desperately needed to tell Steph, but the coward in her eventually ruled out. "Hey Steph. Uhh...it's me. Sammy....
By the time that I had turned forty-seven, I had begun to suspect that my determination to never get married had perhaps been ill-advised. I had a fine, secure job, yes, and I had dated a beautiful woman, exactly two months my senior, for the past twelve years. She didn’t need me for money; I had always made it a point to date intelligent, resourceful women,...
Thanks again to Editor Angel Love for my appearance of literacy, her good advice and a developing friendship. * The cold water was causing my wife's nipples and areolas to jut forward like small proud cones in her halter-top as the wet terrycloth molded itself to her small breasts. The beginning of June can be chilly for camping in north central Pennsylv...