Chapter 6 - the return of young Zara Gary Roldern settled down in the warm afternoon sunshine with his straw hat over his eyes. A postprandial nap seemed to be just the thing. Gary was retired and able to take a more relaxed approach to life and able to potter around in his garden as he liked. And how he liked to potter was naked. Not a practising naturist...
This story is work of complete fiction. Any resemblance to real characters or actual events is purely coincidental and unintended. All characters are (well) over 50. Approx. 6000 words. Dateline, January 2004. Undisclosed location in Mexico. They say good things happen to good people. Eventually, anyway. Let me introduce myself. My name is Max. It's actu...
This is the seventh part of a story of how my sister was introduced to Naturism. It is best to read each chapter in sequence. It's a slow moving tale. It is sometimes sexual, sometimes not. It is based on real events and only the names have been changed to protect the guilty Thursday They can't all be perfect days. Not even at a Nudist Camp. I was woken...
If you were touring America these days and you wanted to contact your manager or, indeed, anyone back in the UK, all you need to do is switch on a laptop or tablet or smart phone and use Skype. And if not Skype exactly, you'd use Viber or exchange e-mails or instant messages. But in the early 1990s, the internet was very slow and ridiculously expensive and m...
Simon Says: I am categorizing this as exhibitionist, but it could easily also be a little romance, mature, or a number of other items. You will see some hints. I already have a bulk of Chapter 2 done so expect that soon. As always, I am about the slow burn/ character development. This story has teasing but no sex. Hang in there and happy reading. +++++ Li...
This is the sixth part of a story of how my sister was introduced to Naturism. It is best to read each chapter in sequence. It's a slow moving tale. It is sometimes sexual, sometimes not. It is based on real events and only the names have been changed to protect the guilty. * Sitting at the outdoor café table with my sister Karen I felt a mix of emotions g...
Gavin, the love of my life, the man I lovingly call "Bigfoot," has told you his side of the story. Now let me tell you mine. I'm twenty years old. For the first ten years of my life, I was raised in a very liberal family. We were nudists, and spent every summer at one resort or another, in the company of other nudists. We also went bare around the house, so...
This story, along with the previous five, relates the mostly true adventures we shared with Bret and Denise, an attractive, sexy couple we had the good fortune to get to know, and then visit at their beautiful townhouse in our favorite party town, Key West. The stories are largely based on real events, but with some embellishment to make them more fun and in...
However much I admired Crystal's song-writing skills when I was playing in her band, I didn't really dwell much on the meaning of her lyrics. Certainly not with the intense attention to detail as Polly Tarantella. She quotes from Crystal Passion's lyrics as if it was poetry and uncovered depths of meaning in them that had never occurred to me. I suppose i...
© Alex de Kok, 2003 Captain Peterson was just winding up his morning briefing when Kathy came awake with a mental thud as she heard her name called. "Kowalski, Gonzalez, Henderson and Jones - my office in five minutes. The rest of you - you know what to do, ladies and gentlemen. Get out there and do it!" The squadroom came alive with the usual morning bus...