I have been a nudist for a long time and I visited nudist beach and resorts with my deceased husband regularly. I love the sea and I still go with friends of both sexes whenever I have the chance. I traveled a lot with friends as well as with my husband. After getting over the grieving and mourning state, I needed time alone and went on tours. I'm not alone...
The beautiful things of life are oftentimes birthed out of great bitterness. The morning sunlight glistened off the smooth surface of West Grand Lake with the early morning chilled air hanging still and motionless. It was the dead calm of an early October morning when most of the seasonal campers and cottage dwellers had long returned to their distant resid...
A note from Michy. This is another episode in my banker or whore series. There are two previous submissions that you might like to read before this one, but that's up to you. Just enjoy me as the men in this and the previous stories did. * Although her arse was a bit big, her thighs were a little chunky and there was slight bulge on her stomach the rest o...
Rene and I were sitting at a sidewalk table in a small town near our home in Southwest Ohio drinking a flavored water when she approached us and introduced herself. She was typical of this town, a place inhabited mostly by aging hippies of the artistic type. We come here often to browse its many art and cultural shops and just for fun to count how many peopl...
April "Good God, Amy. Have you seen the schedule for this weekend?" Samira ranted into the phone. "You couldn't have picked a worse time to leave. When are you comin' home?" "Samira, I've been gone nearly two weeks. The WWE photo sessions were scheduled last mont, the weddings for tree months. Saturday should be nothin' but weddings." "Yeah, well the WWE...
Author's Note: "And now for something completely different . . . " This story is a switch from my usual fare. I tried to keep the deep soul searching by the characters to a minimum. I also made no effort to make my characters or the situations realistic. This is a satirical farce. The characters are intended to be caricatures. All the women are beautifu...
JABEZ 28th June, 1999 – Deptford, S.London When the Evermann strode out of the room where they had been keeping the boy, the sound of stifled weeping followed him briefly, then was silenced by the closing of the heavy fire-door between himself and his captive. Mersen did not look up from the bench where he knelt, industriously cleaning his semi-automatic,...
--==-- CHAPTER TWO --==-- Karen was up earlier than usual Saturday morning. I wasn't all that surprised. Usually, on her "girls' nights out," she would stagger in around ten and have a glass of wine in the hot tub before coming to bed. This was a relatively new routine, one that I had initially viewed as an unspoken request for an extension of "me" time...
My thanks go to my proofreaders LadyCibelle, and my friend SH, for attempting to sort out my foul-ups for me. But I must remind the reader that I still retain my annoying habit of fiddling with my tales of woe, almost every time that I open them. * I'd lain back on the sun lounger after taking a quick swig of the big iced cocktail the waiter had just deliv...
Dave looked at the Bulletin Board - Personals. And one in particular caught his eye. It was simple, appearing innocent, and yet appealing. Nothing sexual in it, but Dave felt something sensuous and refreshing. The Post read:: "Female college student looking for online emailing" All the other posts were the usual: "Looking for erotic chat"; "Looking for a...