You'd always considered yourself a bit of an exhibitionist. What started off as showing off your body at the gym and to your girlfriends led you down a path of hedonism that turned you into a frequent visitor of nude beaches. You felt so relaxed when you were naked, and your young, sculpted body was certainly nothing to be ashamed of from your hard work at t...
When you're a single hypersexual, multiorgasmic, squirting, female paraplegic and a hopeless romantic what's a girl to do, what did Kristen was write about her sexual desires. She doesn't believe in having sex for sex sake but wants a long term permanent lover. Kristen was tired of falling for the wrong guy the ones that only saw her as a great friend or the...
This is a follow up to "Julie's Pool Party" but was written as a standalone story. You may wish to read the prior story. Julie's older sister Katie is engaged to Brian and they decided to take a pre wedding trip to a tropical Hedonism-type resort as a break from their wedding planning pressures. Upon their engagement Bri was made Vice President of her Gra...
I walked in from work and sitting on the table was a note, some garments, and A History of Western Fashion opened to the Greek page. Well, this will be fun. The note is written to a person in Greek, because of course it is. On it, it says: "I found you the closest approximation of period clothing. Please rinse off and leave your work clothes on my wheelchai...
The plane touched down in Jamaica and Allison released her death grip on my hand. She let out a big sigh of relief and smiled for the first time since we had begun our descent. Allison was deathly afraid of flying. It was a condition that had kept her in New England most of her life despite numerous opportunities to relocate to greener pastures. Her fear o...
"Henry! Henry, over here!" I'm normally a quiet and patient man, but the welcome sight of my good friend Henry entering the hotel rendered me incapable of containing my excitement. I gazed over the heads in the crowded lobby and held up my hand so he could find me. It seemed an eternity before our arms met in a strong handshake and bumping of chests. In my...
Lauren's Lesson Ch. 11; the Honeymoon, part 4 The Lust Boat docks in St. Maarten We awoke the following morning and showered before breakfast. As we left the cabin, Raj was waiting for us with the production crew. "Good morning, Mr. Jack and Miss Dangles!" he exclaimed. "My goodness, I had no idea I had such celebrities in my block when I met you! It is no...
In a month he went from being a king in Florence to complete self degradation, rotting for hours on end in front of a computer screen. It's astonishing how his mind is still able to conjure sexless thoughts. At the laundromat, he peels back his cap, severs some cords and throws the pink matter into a washing machine; the one in the corner, with the picture o...
His hand slid from my hip, up my ribcage, under my breast, cupping it easily in his huge palm. His chest is a solid wall at my back, the only other source of heat in the room. His mouth traveled from the tip of my shoulder, slowly, moistly, to the nape of my neck, where his teeth nipped firmly, where the tip of his tongue trailed a line lingeringly along the...
This chapter takes place in the immediate aftermath of Chapter 12. This chapter is to "make up" for the previous plot-advancing chapter. This is also "my solution" for Marcos. Cheers! ****************** Marcos knew something was bothering his brother, but he didn't know what exactly. Stuart had been moody many times before, but this was something different...