It seems that everyone wants to know what the characters in a story look like in order to get a good mental picture. Normally stories aren't about completely average people and this one is no exception except that I, Amy, the main character, am not a raving beauty. To give you an idea of what I look like -- to be expounded on later -- the Valentine's Day car...
Bodybuilding is about a certain type of control over cell metabolism. And that material control is actually a force of mind. Ultimately all is about beauty and nothing else. To live or to die procures for Mankind only strangeness and suffering, or disturbance of the inner person. But to live in genuine beauty is to live or to die in absolute happiness. And...
Rachel knew preparation. The smart girl glasses, she found on the cheap rack of reading glasses at the airport when she was coming back from her trip. At a single power of correction—not so strong to make her bump into the doorjamb, not so weak that she didn't have to look over the top of the frames to avoid what she thought looked like a squinting cross-ey...
Sarah's body is the most beautiful sight I have ever laid eyes on. It starts with her hair. It hangs enticingly, with just a slight hint of bounce and body. It's cut shoulder length, just long enough to tie back and then let down with that come hither shake of the head. Often she ties it back, one strand hanging seductively over her round face. It allows her...
I. The Message Paul Norton sat in his dimly-lit room somewhere in the suburbs of Boston. He looked outside and saw a blizzard pounding the neighborhood. White-skinned and with blond hair, Paul suffered from an overactive intelligence which compelled him to notice things that other people did not. He disliked authority's instructions, and frequently called...
It has to be said, why this was wrote I am not sure, I am finally beginning to understand the journey I began at the age of six and perhaps doing it this way helps. It's a short narrative, that attempts to explain my thinking and the frustration of accepting who I am. This is not an erotic story; it is factual, honest, account of ones person struggle of the...
Let me begin by saying that this is the very first time that I find myself writing something like this. I am usually a man who doesn't say much, let alone a man who writes anything up. But I find myself compelled to make an exception. I am making an exception because I feel that it is my duty to share what I have learned with others and that by sharing what...
The moon bathed the world in silver as a faint breeze blew through the open window. Seven white candles burned around the circle drawn on the wooden floor in chalk. A figure in a black robe knelt, lighting the eighth candle at the center. The scent of eucalyptus was strong in the air, along with sage and lavender. Somewhere, an owl screeched in the night. T...
This is part three of our trip to Hedonism resort in Jamaica. I'm a nude model and my girlfriend is a nude dancer. We're both nudists and have zero inhibitions about being seen in the nude or being seen having sex. So the horny beasts that we are set out to push ourselves even further on a 100% naked, sex vacation for a week. The pages that follow are true....
Tossing on my black long-sleeved top, I glanced at my phone for the hundredth time - 5:40pm. My house-mate Amy had stated the party commenced at 6pm, so only a matter of time before guests would arrive. It had been quiet the last week. Ever since Michelle and I had our sexual shower the previous weekend, I hadn't seen either her or her sister. They had both...