(AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is one in a series of stories about Susan O'Malley, a sexy older woman who loves to dominate men and women, young and old, with her golden showers. It contains scenes of extreme female domination and sex, pee-drinking, facesitting, farting, etc) Susan O'Malley wasn't much of a church goer. Never, in fact, did she go to church, save fo...
Day Four: Showers Slopping out proceeded as usual next morning. My knickers fell down again - there was really no way to prevent this whilst walking - but the joke was wearing stale, there was less laughter, and nobody bothered to lift up my skirt. Back in the cell I waited anxiously for Dawes. Breakfast came and went, and still she did not appear. The st...
Rai laid in Nik's arms as they sat on the couch. It had been a trying week for her in the ER and she needed a lot of love and affection from her man. She literally pressed her face against his warm, masculine chest when a cellphone sung its ringtone. "Seriously? Better not be work again," she cursed, grabbing it. "Hello?" Her face turned from pissed to ann...
Tina came into the office and settled down in the interview chair opposite. She was a slim, olive skinned creature of Indian descent, about 25 years old. She had a head of thick wavy black hair, bushy dark eyebrows and the slightest hint of hair growing on her upper lip and a down the sides of her ears like the smudge of sideburns on an adolescent boy. This...
The next morning early Roger left his "home" and headed for the meadow for more deer. This time he killed two, field dressed them and drug them back to his camp for processing. One he hung over his fire to roast whole as he had done before. The other one he cut thin strips from and hung over another fire made mostly of hickory to smoke and preserve into jerk...
Gestapo Headquarters Paris Department A2 Friday October 10 1940 9:00am I woke up abruptly, aching all over. My neck muscles were killing me and I was feeling dizzy. The morning light, which was coming through the window, was illuminating my desk and face. I closed my eyes and rubbed them hard. I must have fallen asleep during the night while going through a...
Beats me where she was from. India, probably, but maybe Sri Lanka or Pakistan or some other country in that region. Maybe she was Turkish or Persian or even Arab, but she sure as shit wasn't Australian and when she realised she'd been caught staring at me, she smiled, revealing a mouth of slightly bucked, very white teeth. I looked away from her and back t...
This can be read and enjoyed as a stand-alone story, but deeper character depth and the effects of the plots, rivalries, twists and turns of the Subcontinent Railway Sex Club will be found by reading the Indian Sex Club Story series. Ruth lay on the bed. Tears ran down her face. It was 2 hours since Mai had defeated and fucked her (see Chp. 11) and left th...
I took Donna by the hand and led her back across the meadow, toward the pines. I glanced over at her and once again, I couldn't help but stare at her nude body. "Damn, you are so hot!" I breathed. "I can't believe you love being nude like this." "Nor I, you." Donna replied. "Bobby never wanted to do this. I was beginning to think I'd never have the opportu...
This is a gentle tale about self discovery and development. There are no rip roaring sex scenes, just lots of nudity and romance. It's my entry into the Nude Day competition, so if you like it please vote for it. Comments and feedback appreciated x * My name is Dave and I'm a naturist. I was a shy and introverted teenager. By the time I was eighteen th...