DOLLIE, THOSE THREE, AND ME ... Chicago Style Somewhere around north Chicago early 70's. From 1972 to 1974 I had a red 1972 Gran Torino station wagon and fold down RV camper. We were camped along Lake Michigan in the State Park. See, that's how I remember, from material things of the past, and my scribbled notes. We'd had Chicago Style pizzas from the...
"Are we all set?" Casey asked as she finished up her address to the team of nervous Crescent Girls gathered around her waiting for the first guests to arrive. "Ok, let's go!" Everyone looked beautiful. All around were naked breasts, curves and openly displayed hairless vulvas. Hair and makeup were perfect, butt-plugs were in place, piercings jiggled slightl...
We don't really use the word nudist in New Amsterdam. Public nudity is legal in New Amsterdam and I don't like wearing clothing. I've never had an issue with being naked wherever I go. I met a lady online and we agreed to meet for coffee. She doesn't like to wear clothes either. When I get to the coffee shop, I see her outside. She is tall with shoulder leng...
The conductor looked out at the passengers of his car, all shaking in their seats with anticipation as they approached their destination. It hadn't been a long journey--not for him, anyway. He'd traveled on week-long excursions across the continent on a few occasions, whereas today's crew was only pulling into the station after a peaceful ten-hour trudge thr...
A few months later they were all informally sitting around the dining room table as had become pretty much the custom in the house. Amelia's webcam business was doing fine and she came to visit almost every day now. She was so used to being naked in the house that she now felt it would be out of place and even rude if she started dressing again. "Crescent Gi...
I felt the urge today after a long, long time and wrote a story. Like most of my stories, this one is not especially fast, has moderate amounts of nudity, a focus on double standards and no sex. I also wrote it fairly quickly, which might result in a few typos, which I hope you'll ignore. This is a completely standalone story and will have no prequel or sequ...
VII "Are you doing anything this evening?" Clarissa asked Charlotte as the two colleagues prepared to return home after a full day at work. Clarissa was pulling on a dress which like all her clothes looked awkward over her full round breasts and buttocks. Charlotte, who had always had more of a sense of style still found it strange becoming accustomed to we...
The True Life Adventures of a Mailgirl Chapter 7 -- Pay for Play by Periculum Fabula Recap: As this is chapter 7, reading chapters 1 through 6 would materially help the reader understand and enjoy the plot. The story is set in the main complex and world headquarters of TRG, an American manufacturer and distributer of various technologies, mostly electr...
Author's Note: This is a rewrite of a previous story. The events are real, based on my own exhibitionist experiences... * What is an exhibitionist? Merriam-Webster's Medical Dictionary defines an exhibitionist as: "one who engages in or is addicted to exhibitionism..." Addicted? Can people actually be addicted to exposing themselves? In order to answe...
After for what felt like hours the class finally ended and everyone had to leave. I wanted to run out of that place as soon as possible but Professor Sands insisted that I stand at the doorway and say farewell to each student individually. She believes that establishing closeness would make me feel more comfortable being naked around them. Spoiler alert: IT...