This is my entry for the National Nude Day contest. It could have come in as a Romance, for such it is, but on the whole, I think it belongs here in Mature. Please enjoy. +  Damon sank to his knees before flopping back on the grass, his arms extended. The warm spring sun flowed over him like the hands of a sublime masseur, gentling and calming...
A lot of women would have been disturbed, or angry, after their boyfriend or husband revealed to them that he swings both ways. Shawna Gibbs-Jones, the daughter of stoic farmers from Grand Island, Nebraska, is the exception to that rule. She'd always been a rebel, and a highly experimental young woman, the type to take things as they come and roll with the p...
It was a balmy September morning in Rome when Sister Juliana and I went to shop for fresh vegetables. The market was bustling with local restauranteurs and minions of the wealthy, anxious to find the best produce for the day's menus. Walking through the market purposefully, we looked everything over before approaching a vendor to haggle. We knew several of t...
***This might be of interest: For readers of my other stories, His Sister's Tutor and Choice Matters, this actually can be considered kind of a precursor to them which I had written many, many years before. I had lost the floppy disk this was stored on and by some elaborate circumstance, I stumbled upon it again recently. It might be hard to see but there ar...
Damon was wondering whether this had been a good idea. The distance from the railway station to the estate was just five miles, he had been told, but the unseasonably hot weather made it seem much longer. Still, it was good to stretch his legs after the long trip up from London in the crowded train, and he liked the idea of showing up a day early with just a...
It was finally done. Rebecca's big paper. Just in time too. The Halloween party she planned to attend tonight would reach full force in an hour or two. The sun was already setting. Rebecca stuffed the pages in an envelope and licked across it. Her tongue flicked around her mouth afterward to shoo away the bad taste that the envelope had left. Rebecca was v...
Daylight filters through her window in pale filaments across her eyes. She wakes with a low groan, her ears ringing with the sound of her own pulse. Awareness returns to her in a flood of sensation. The air is hot and musty with lingering scents of wine and sweat. Aribeth half-expects to wake in her own bed--a simple, spartan thing in her quarters undernea...
June 6, 1883 -Liberty- The sun is starting to rise. I lean against the door frame of the hunting shack, and light a cigarette I pulled from the pocket of the Frenchmen. It's my turn to keep watch while Justin and Jesus are resting. Justin certainly needs it the most, so after we patched him up, he damn near passed out. Jesus didn't sleep at all, so even wh...
Disclaimer: The following is a consensual story featuring two real female celebrities and a fictional male. Any similarity to reality is coincidental. -- "Hey, so I'm going to be a little late for the picnic," Danielle Panabaker told Melissa Benoist over the phone. "But my new boyfriend will be there on time, so you two can get to know each other." "No pr...
It's been almost a year since Damon and I moved in together. The sex between my 6'0", 250 lb. "little brother" and I has been fucking mind-blowing! I have always known that I have a "kinky side", but until Damon I'd never found anyone that I felt comfortable enough to explore it. However, he has been very accommodating and more than enthusiastic. About a m...