Allen sat on the bed. The room was bathed in bright sunlight a far cry to what the weather had been like over the past two and half months. He'd gone to work that morning and what ever he did, he just couldn't concentrate. Since Sarah informed him of her pregnancy, he'd been in a mental turmoil. As he had some lieu time owing from when he helped put in the n...
Neil Ferguson looked at his colleague, his brow furrowed. "Did you say time machine?" Mary Valentine let out a little chuckle. "Yes, that's exactly what I said." "You mean a...a machine that can...can..." He sputtered but was unable to complete the thought. She did it for him. "Yes, precisely. A machine that can move you th...
Chapter 7: Kira at Venezia Carnival After a month in France, Kira was overjoyed to fly back to India and be reunited with her Indian husband Kyrhan. India and especially her husband were now the main axles of her life. Her French husband, Dan, was another central part of her life but Kyrhan had clearly taken the upper position. He was so self asserting, so...
Faithful reader, I was well and truly depleted at this point; my day had been long and arduous. I decided to spend some time with the girl in conversation. I used my sleeve to brush away her tears, and again carefully removed the pear from her mouth after warning her to keep a civil tongue in her head. "So, Fine Bitch; now you have experienced the loss of o...
"Sir." "Hgggh." Jack's eyes opened. A sturdily built woman with shoulders like a linebacker hovered beside his seat, her hand on his shoulder. Her nametag said "Joan." "Sir, I need you to bring your seatback forward for landing." "Oh. Right." His ears popped. "Sorry.... Joan." Jack Talley was old enough to remember when flight attendants were all hot, bu...
A pleasure to try my hand at the 750 word project, having submitted one myself already a couple of years ago. As previously my story has no real beginning or end, just the 'juicy' bit in the middle. Hopefully you bright lot out there will work out the significance of the title. It didn't make it any easier. +++=++++++++++++ "Are you really sure about this,...
I've been working hard many hours for weeks without a day off and the promised vacation with my wife had gotten delayed again. Postponed, deferred and whatever else I tried to call it, did not fool my wife. She was pissed off. So to make up we arranged to go to a spa, take the waters enjoy the sun for a day. She was not really happy but at day trip is better...
A little history about myself. Today I am 22 years old. I was born in Florida. My mom and dad worked for the U.S. Government. From age 3 to age 15 I lived and grew up in France. My mother was born in Paris, France. My mom and dad are nudist and I grew up as a nudist. I am a hard core nudist and willing to walk nude down Main Street if I can get away with i...
This is an email I received from the woman I shared a room with during a very erotic two week vacation at a nudist resort in France last year. I met her for the trip, which may be reported later in detail. We had corresponded after that, so I was aware of the background to what her following message relates. Of course, all of us agreed to my posting it here....
My thanks to Angel Love for editing and assisting me with my endeavour. * After almost 20 years of being married to a French lady, during which time we have both had several other lovers, I feel that I must put down for all to see why I think that they are the epitome of womanhood. Here are my personal thoughts in no particular sequence, but grouped by way...