Have you ever been in a boundary between sleep and wakefulness? The door opens with a slight creek. I feel a gust of cold wind on my naked back. I hear two girls walk into the room and turn the light on. I must have been asleep. But not sure why I am naked or where I am. I try to turn my head without success. I feel really groggy. "Is this where I will w...
* This is a long and slow moving tale. It is not the type of story filled with rampant sex I has a slow erotic build. * My whole family has always known I was a nudist. At least I had told them often enough. But for the most part they just laughed it off and never inquired as to what I and my wife did as nudists, or where. Living in the city I don't get t...
Authors note: Horner Springs is a collective concept as discussed in thread "The Birth of Horny Town U.S.A" thread started by litfan10 in the Authors' Hangout forum. Authors who add to this will pay at least lip service to the other Author's creations and may share characters. My contribution is part of a series of stories that will use your feedback to adva...
"I appreciate all your comments and criticism. Only through helpful critique, whether positive or negative, can I hope to improve. Thank you." Temuchen * "To forget is only human;to forgive, divine." The sky was devoid of color, the dark clouds washing away any attempts to paint the ambient surroundings with anything remotely cheerful. She stared outwa...
After The Spa As Jen and I headed home after our couples massage we initially didn't talk. For my part, I was re-thinking what we'd just experienced; I assumed that Jen might be doing the same. "So ..." I said, just to get a conversation started. "So," Jen replied, "what did we learn today?" I had to laugh a bit, which elicited a giggle from Jen. "Quite...
John Tapes His Sexual History Chapter 1 Meet John Franck, 41 years old and balding; but thanks to several workouts a week, still in decent shape. John has been married to Argie Franck, a real estate broker, for twenty-two years. John suffers from Satyriasis, and has embodied the contradictions of the male psyche - the Catch-22 of not only wanting to be in...
I met him out in the lobby of the Constante Grande. He was tall, six-foot, average frame for a man, I guess, with rich tanned skin and smoldering brown eyes, an aquiline face like a hawk, and well-cut, short black hair with long bangs to loop in a curve past his eyes. He looked very European, as were his clothes, those consisting of a black turtleneck with a...
Three Months Later... Kimani's leg shook as she stared at the clock. 12:15pm. She sighed as she realized only fifteen minutes had passed and she still had an hour and forty-five minutes to sit and pretend Harrison wasn't sitting directly beside her and Dr. Rosenburgh wasn't watching her every movement. Why had she even agreed to this? She asked herself. S...
Peter Noakes had been the organist and choirmaster at his local parish church, St Leonards, for nearly thirty years, and had been a member in its ranks since he was eight years old. His wife had also been a choir member until she had passed away three years before from cancer. Now aged fifty, he was a tall, bespectacled man with a mane of shiny dark hair who...
We gathered as much of Gina and Harriet's clothing as we could find and then, partially dressed as well as we could manage, we made a bare-assed Wendy ferry us to the Wilsons' house in the Porsche. I had to give Gina my shorts because we couldn't find either her bikini bottoms or her sarong and she didn't want to wear any of Wendy's stuff. I sat in the front...