Monday - February 13, 2006 Continuation from Ch. 01. First, full day of vacation. The root of this story is in Chapter 01 - Blondes in pursuit of black guys. * Someone is shouting to someone outside our window, which scares me because I am not in my own bed. I open my eyes; it's daylight. Harry and I are lying on our sides facing each other and we do not...
I couldn't believe my luck. My wife Anna was next to mein bed and we were talking about our day before drifting off to sleep when she broke the news. "I think it could be fun." She had said. I had brought up the idea of a vacation to a nudist resort a couple years back. Anna had been adamant about her initial response. "No way!" She'd said. "No way I'm par...
Arthur Bower finally arrived at the resort where his cousin Kate Bower was going to get married. The resort had smaller cottages for each special guest and he was lucky enough to be far away from his annoying relatives as he requested from his cousin. Arthur was known to be the heir of the Bower fortune so the relatives suck up to him as much as possible in...
Author's note: This is Part Four of a five-part series. In order to better appreciate this story, I encourage you to first read Part One, Part Two and Part Three . * Our evening routine at Desire resort fell into a similarly predictable pattern as our daily routine. Michelle and I would enjoy dinner together, either alone or with another couple, at one of...
Jerry Moss was a man/boy on a mission. He was determined to wiggle his worm in the pond that he had fished when he was a little boy. It wasn't that he was such a devout fisherman, in fact he had no desire to pull the scaly things from the water at all. He was being drawn to the pond, like the bluegills had been drawn to his bait ten years before. He was pull...
About three years ago I decided to relocate back, to my home town of Byron Bay in Northern NSW. Byron Bay has gorgeous beaches; a fabulous climate and I know the area well and adore the relaxed unique lifestyle. It's an enchanted place where the rain forest meets the ocean, dolphins and whales swim in the warm waters. Bryon has always held a special place i...
Author's Note: I love Country Music. I know for many you are hanging your head and saying 'why Red... why?' I really like George Straight's song She Let Herself Go and I started a series with that title, but the woman in that story is different from this character. The character in She Let Herself Go is just as special to me, but as I looked back and reflect...
Author's note: This is Part Three of a five-part series. In order to better appreciate this story, I encourage you to first read Part One and Part Two. * I awoke the following morning after only a few hours of sleep. I found that it was incredibly difficult to sleep, as my blood was supercharged with a combination of adrenaline and hormones. I couldn't wai...
We stand under the hot water as it cascades over us. I run my hands up and down your back. Your 6' 2" body surrounding my 5' 5" stature as I lean into you. I inhale your scent and breath in our current reality. The first three years of our relationship had more ups and downs than the wildest roller coaster ride; it even included a few loop the loops. The l...
Thanks to Swingerjoe for previewing. For those who have followed Sandra's resort adventures, this story takes place before her public display at the hot tub, and certainly before her night-time tryst on beach beds. If you've not read other stories about Sandra at the resort, you might like "Barside", "Do You Trust Me?", and "Hot Tub Tantra Chair. "Hot Tub C...