I wrote part one of this story last June as an entry into the 'nude day competition.' I enjoyed writing it and it was well received. I've finally written part two and again it is a gentle tale about the joys of being naked and the company of good friends. Part three will follow in a short while. I hope you enjoy reading it and as always votes and feedback...
He paused and took a long, steadying breath while appreciating the magnificent scene she had prepared for him. She clearly possessed artistic talent and applied it to every aspect of her life with care - and this simple yet profound glimpse into her personality was intoxicating to him. He noticed she was perfectly motionless, waiting with exquisite patience...
My heavy eyelids opened slowly to unfamiliar shadows lit by a light left on in the next room. Looking around as if through a morning-after haze, I was surprised to come to the realization that this was NOT my bedroom...and I was NOT alone! My thoughts raced through the tangled circuitry in my brain in a futile effort to recall whatever circumstances had led...
Chrissy had enjoyed the feeling of miss behaving around her parents without them knowing. The last few days had been a huge change for her going from a virgin to how she was now had happened quickly. Chrissy would in time to come accept that the term slut was in her case a fair description at this time though she had no idea what she was. Chrissy had decide...
His mouth was dry, his hands were sweaty and his heart was pounding like a jackhammer in his chest. She stood just inches away, swathed in purple satin and radiating the charm of a well-loved Mistress, surrounded by protective slaves. Frank parted the crowd and fell to his feet in front of her, prostrating himself and lovingly licking her instep when she pre...
Tristan Forest fisted his hand menacingly and snarled at the image before him. A beautiful young girl was being held tight against the body of one of the rogues while the other ran his hands down her neck and over her collarbone. The rogue's lethal claw grazed her delicate skin and the scent of her blood filled the night air, followed closely by the acrid sc...
One May evening Chris decided that it would make rather a good series of photos if he were to drive me into town to the Salvation Army Clothing Bank- a large enclosed steel container situated in a public car park into which people could put their unwanted clothes. He would photograph me generously donating my old clothes into the container. But there would b...
"Jesus Freaks!" yelled a heckler, during Daniel's first public preaching session with Matthew and the other members of their group. "Sticks and stones may break my bones but names will never hurt me," he replied, defiantly. This may have been a mistake, as, no sooner were the words out of his mouth when a large stone hit him in the forehead sending a warm...
What's up people? The name is Amina Hussein and I'm a young black woman of Somali descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I attend Algonquin College, where I study police foundations. I want to be a police officer someday. In the eyes of the world, I'm just another pious Muslim gal, wearing the hijab and the traditional Islamic long skirt just like th...
According to conventional wisdom about hijab-wearing Muslim girls, I'm supposed to be soft and sweet. The name is Saleema Hussein and I'm a young woman hailing from the City of Red Deer, Alberta, with a story to share with you. I'm biracial, born to Imran Hussein, an immigrant father from Pakistan, and Salome Gutierrez, a Colombian-born Canadian author. I've...