Famke struggled along the beach. The going was tough as the fierce gusts of north-western wind blew sand into her face, the tiny grains stinging her skin and nearly blinding her. She was cold and her feet were sore from trudging across the dunes and the vast expanse of the beach, but she dared not go back yet. Her stepfather would expect her to come home wit...
There is a lovely National Park on the coast not far from where I live. Fir and Pine trees cover large tracts of land. The ground beneath the trees must be acidic as nothing else seems to grow. The land is covered in brown leaves, pine needles, pine cones and sand all year round. Path ways are marked out from where cars are not allowed to go. The paths loop...
GOT CAUGHT"A" Some say if you don't get caught you're not doing it right. With that thought in mind here are a few short stories where we got caught. There are more. Still we never really go into trouble. Often just the opposite. INDIANA-----I'm picking a few Midwestern states where we've played our games. Yes, we got caught playing sex games many times...
Jim and Ben tore through the sand dunes close to the beach, laughing and shouting. First week of summer vacation from college and they were happy and excited. The sun beat down on their already well tanned, young bodies causing a sheen of perspiration to glisten in the late afternoon light. Putting an adequate amount of distance between them, the two boys be...
Copyright Oggbashan June 2003 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. All conversations are shown in English but some are assumed to be a t...
In the late 1970s I moved to southeastern Virginia and learned about the beaches of the outer banks of North Carolina. One summer there were reports of an un-official nude beach at one of the islands. Apparently there was a gap in the laws or the policy of enforcement. Public nudity on the national seashore, patrolled by the federal rangers, seemed to be tol...
Interlude I: The Promise of Sand Sand lies underfoot, silent, unknowing, windswept. Sun streams down on vast reaches of sand, it's journey complete. Silent sand, caressed by sun, warmed by the indifference of chaos, sand drifts along the boundary between land and sea. Between what was, and what is. Between being and becoming. Sand drifts just in silence,...
My wife and I recently went for a short holiday to the Mediterranean island of Majorca to get some sun and relaxation. We are both 38, Julie is dark haired, 34a 28 38, 120 lbs. and 5' 6" tall, I am 6' 3" and weigh about 215 lbs. and fairly athletic. We both enjoy sunning ourselves in the nude be it in our garden or on the local nudist beach and both like to...
We walk down the road, sun blazing overhead, wind caressing our skin. Each little gust pulls at your sundress and you look up and smile at me. As we walk I lean down and kiss you, then flick your nose as you give me that 'Do you mind, I'm trying to walk here' look. We smile and laugh as we crest the dune to the beach. The sharp white sand stretches for miles...
I first saw her when I was lying on the beach. She and her man were walking toward where I was lying. I thought about rolling over so I would not expose myself to them as they walked by, but then on this beach you presume people are comfortable with nudity. I watched them walk by - hoping they might settle nearby and strip down. She was wearing little black...