This is a Nude Day contest story. Please vote. Writer ponders the reason for Nude Day, when every day is Nude Day. * Admittedly, I'm a pervert but, sadly, I'm not a pervert in good standing. Doubly ashamed, for being a pervert and for not being a pervert in good standing, unable to do anything right, I no longer know where I fit or don't fit in society....
Jo chuckled as the man in the sharp business suit looked hastily away when she looked up and caught him staring at her legs, again. Her 'Rupaul' legs as men with a history of watching men dressed as women called them, or her 'Naomi' legs as the newer ones to the scene seemed to think. Both divas had fabulous legs; Jo didn't mind being compared to either and...
Cupid stood in the darkest shadows of the candle-lit room, not that the couple enjoying an Italian dinner in front of him, Shelly and Mark, would be able to see him anyway. He was Cupid, almost always invisible to human eyes, an angel of heaven and the prince of love. Throughout each year, decade, millennium, he kept busy matchmaking and inspiring romance be...
Chapter 1: The burger restaurant across from the movie theater was bustling with loyal patrons eagerly awaiting their chance to devour scrumptious food. Friday nights were exceedingly difficult for the staff — especially when popular movies debuted. Vanessa tried her best to accommodate the customers in an expeditious and amiable way; however, the high volu...
Deep in the Rockies, Harold and Jodee were asleep in their tent. Sometime earlier, somewhere – perhaps nearby, perhaps not - a butterfly had flapped its wings. Now, far above them, a largish volume of frigid stratosphere responded, abruptly twisted itself into a dense skein of suppressed turbulence, and fell earthward, gaining speed. It hit the near-vertical...
The ocean crackled at the base of the cliff, the highway usually busy but it was quiet today. The spot was secret, it was just bushes by the side of the road and trees, most drove by so fast the small stone icon was invisible. Behind the small group of trees was a large archway about ten feet high and five feet across, beautifully tended to and landscaped da...
Meet Antoine Jean-Phillippe, a young black man of Haitian descent living in the City of Gatineau, Quebec. He's going through a hard time. It's not something which he can discuss with family or friends. Riding the 44 bus from Portage Station in Gatineau, Quebec, to the Rideau Shopping Center in Ottawa, Ontario, he looked out the window. Antoine thought about...
Hello. My name is Susan and I am nineteen years old. I am 4 feet 11 inches tall and very petite. I was born in Hong Kong and adopted by an American family when I was only two years old. I have long straight black hair and brown eyes. I also have little feet. My skin is very smooth. I'm studying to be a teacher. During the summer I love to lay out in the sun...
He was the one who wasn't trying to jump every woman in the Grownup Fun Finder New England chatroom. He didn't say much but when he did it was to the point and from the heart. It was clear from his handle, blknsweet, that he was a black man. For some reason I'd been thinking about black men. A lot. It kind of put me off, though, that he'd say he tasted sweet...
When I woke up, it was getting dark again. I was beginning to become afraid that I would turn my days and nights around if I spent the night with Seth again. I heard typing in the bed next to me and noticed the glow from a computer. Anna was clacking away on the keys. I rolled over and stretched. "New book?" My voice was thick from sleep. "Something Nicho...