America in 1956 seemed besotted with Peyton Place and the Kinsey Report and the boom in nudist colonies and the theories of Dr Freud. But schoolgirls in the Minnesota city of Brewer were homing in on their own sweet goal: seeing their male classmates stripped to the buff. Their male classmates nude. In their birthday suits. And more than that, nude- and hu...
What I am going to write about happened at a strange time for me, during a sad, crazy, and yet somehow bittersweet summer. My husband Mark—now my ex-husband--was an airline pilot. Before I had met him, he had been engaged to a gorgeous, shapely flight attendant named Sherry. Sherry left him and married a doctor and, he told me, broke his heart. I should hav...
Around the corner of Chatham Square and Broadway, N.Y., stands an Indian curio shop named Chupachuk. Jennifer Lopez not yet known as J-Lo curiously walked into this shop. At the door a Hare Krishna devotee on his way out greeted her, “Hare Krishna!” “Hare Krishna, you too,” Jennifer said smiling. The shop smelled of an Old World. An Indian chant whined...
This is the opening chapter of School of Love, introducing the characters and the school. All students at the School of Love are over 18. **** I arrived in Lausanne, eager to take up my new post as a tutor at the exclusive École Château de l'Amour. All my interviews for the job had taken place in London, including a rather extensive medical. I was here an...
Again, this story is pure fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. (wink) ------------------- One of the memorable events in my sex life occurred when I was sent...
To my sweet and sexy Harlina, It was nice chatting to you and would love to do it daily. The chat made me really hot and I had to jerk off quite a few times thinking of you and your hairy friends Hasheena and Norlizah. Hey Harlina, why don’t you ask your friend Hasheena to come over to your office. You can then introduce me to her. Isn’t that a good idea? I...
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. THIS WORK CONTAINS ADULT MATERIAL, INCLUDING EXPLICIT SEXUALITY. IF SUCH MATERIAL OFFENDS YOU, PLEASE DO NOT READ FURTHER. ******************************************* IN A RECENT EMAIL, I was asked if I'd ever met a 'real' female through an Internet service. Fran...
It had been several days since our wild lovemaking event on the steps. I felt changed forever. It was very good that the kids were away at college, as I changed my image and my wardrobe. I seldom wore a bra. I noticed the stares and peeks from most everyone I came in contact with. I became addicted to reading erotic stories. I struggled with thinking about...
The two women were seated in the living room. Rodney had just walked in, clutching the paper bag with his loin cloth, moccasins and headband. Shit, he thought. His mother is entertaining the famous Mrs Reilly. The lean, lustrous local celebrity. Oh my god, he thought. The first time she had ever been in their house. She was said to be a friend of eminent...
We all have our roles in life, whether as a parent, an employee, a team mate, ... we all have them and get used to the format of our own routine and comfort blanket. Some roles can be confusing, frequently changing, and even evolving as we age and develop new interests and skills. However; my role, certainly away from the day to day life and usual struggles,...