First of all I would like to make it clear that i am not a native English speaker. It is my humble request to all the readers to ignore the grammatical mistakes in my story. Thank you. ***** From the early age of my life I discovered that I like to stay naked so much. I didn't stay horny at all. It was my secret fantasy of getting naked when nobody is arou...
Every thing started a very hot summer day ten months ago. It was almost my home arrival time. My wife had just come out from the shower. So she was naked. The doorbell rang. She thought it was I. She opened the door. Surprise!!! It was not I. He was the teenager son of our neighbor. Both of them were shocked. She could not move. His eyes were all paralyzed...
I knew that Linda would be out for the evening, so I worked a little later and arrived home just before 6.30pm. As usual, I stripped naked, put on some coffee, considered the chores that I had been instructed to perform in Linda’s absence and walked into the dining room. On the table was a note from Linda, which said: “Get the chores done straight away. Fro...
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...
When I woke up next morning, Vicky had already left for work. This wasn't unusual as Vicky had started a new job about 2 months ago and was at work by 9:00 so she was usually out of the house by 8:00. I on the other hand worked from home designing web sites, so my day started later. I reached down and grabbed my still slightly sore cock. It wasn't hurting...
Moving day arrived and the workday dragged slowly. I could finally wait no longer and decided to close the gallery early and drive over to my new home. Just as I was preparing leave, Jules showed up. “Hey DK, I thought I would see were you worked,” she said. “Jules, I’m glad to see you. I was just getting ready to go. “Great,” she said. “I can’t thank...
Ch. 02: The Porch After Salena left, and I'd run to my backyard and closed the gate, I was so excited that I couldn't breathe. Standing just behind the gate, I stroked and pounded myself furiously, replaying what had just happened over in my mind. I'd been sunbathing nude in my backyard and had fallen asleep. After a sex dream about Salena, I'd awakened w...
I was bored. That's my excuse. I was bored. My name is Kendra Wilson and this is a story about how boredom, listlessness and depression can make you do some pretty crazy things. First, a little background. I'm supposed to be a college freshman, like most girls my age. In fact, I was – for a few months. But life doesn't always work out the way you want it...
As many of you who have read my previous adventures know I enlisted the help of my friend Ed to look out for my safety. He also helps to push me beyond my comfort zone, which by the way has been pushed far beyond my expectations. He is also whom I call when I need help to bring a plan to life. Many of you also know about my friend Jenna who with Val and Matt...
In the very early 90s, I lived in a small, one room flat, on the 4th floor of an old brownstone building in the middle of the city of Wuerzburg, Germany. An odd situation...an American living in subsidized housing in Germany. But I'd been there for nearly 15 years, had gotten divorced from my wife after leaving the military, and stayed on to be close to my...