A naked woman kills a man on Nude Day in a hit and run accident. "I'm dead, I'm really dead, but somehow I'm still alive," I said staring at my dead body. Even though I'm a dead man, literally, I'm grateful that I can still tell my story. Don't ask me how because I'm just as freaked out by all of what has happened, as you are reading that a dead man wrote...
This is a Valentine's Day contest story. Please vote. * Husband sabotages wife's Valentine's celebration with his sudden nudism. Robert listened to his wife, Susan, yapping endlessly about her plans for her Valentine Day celebration. She was like this with every obscure holiday. Every month it seemed they threw a party that cost nearly as much as their da...
Chapter 2 -- A knot hole and other holes Hot summer days seemed to follow one another in happy succession; it was a good summer and Gary was happy to make the most of it. Getting tanned would certainly be useful for his probable autumn visit to the sun on the other side of the world. Long white sandy beaches, blue skies and warm water - idyllic holidays; th...
If you've read my last two accounts of my nude life, you'd know that at this point I've only been a nudist for a couple days. My whole life had been spent without knowing the joys of spending time nude, and feeling the freedom nude recreation can bring. Over the next few weeks Claire and I spent a lot of time nude together. We went to the beach, we hung out...
"We should do something for Earth Day," said Bob, a clerk in a law firm, to his three friends, who sat in their favorite bar drinking green beer on St. Patrick's Day. "Earth Day? No one celebrates Earth Day," said Mike, an accountant with an accounting firm. "It isn't a real holiday like St. Paddy's Day." "Yeah, Earth Day is a lame holiday right up there w...
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...
\I woke up Saturday, the day after being at Melody and Mike's home. I was in my bed naked. I lay there and remembered the night there and how I was both embarrassed and humiliated and then aroused. Then I remembered using the wine bottle. I shivered when I remembered that. For some reason I was expecting Melody to call me but she didn't. I spent a very qui...
"Don't come in! I'm not dressed. Get out!" Finally, on Christmas morning, of all days, after having lived with her in the same, small apartment for six, happy years and after having tried to see her naked for six, frustrating years without success, I caught her. I saw her. She was naked. That was the last time I saw Carol. Too focused on her naked body, I...
Carol finished setting up for the day. She had a nice assortment of flowers set out and since it was late spring she knew she'd sell them all early. Saturday was always a good day since so many young couples enjoyed a quiet walk through the park where her flower stand was located. She looked around for potential customers and noted that he was here again, s...
"Okay, quiet down, quiet down, please. Everyone take your seat. This month's meeting of the Least Appreciated Sexual Holidays will come to order," said Stan, the Sexual Calendar Coordinator, banging his gavel to bring order to the meeting before having the secretary read the list of objectives. "For the benefit of those who haven't participated in our monthl...