Eric and I sat naked on the bleachers at the YMCA pool, St Paul. It was nine on a Monday night, the facilities near deserted. My weights room buddy had kept me back later than usual, after our swim and workout, with his ceaseless talk of body building, body builders, new routines, favorite muscle groups. After two hours of exercise I was happy to linger in h...
It was mid-1950s America. It was Mrs Reilly's house- one of the finest in Brewer, Minnesota- on a sunny afternoon. Under the chandelier, below the big oil canvas of naughty Cupid being spanked by Venus, in front of an audience of well-attired ladies smoking cigarettes and shrouded in their perfumes, and schoolgirls excited to be witness, the drama was now re...
The two women were seated in the living room. Rodney had just walked in, clutching the paper bag with his loin cloth, moccasins and headband. Shit, he thought. His mother is entertaining the famous Mrs Reilly. The lean, lustrous local celebrity. Oh my god, he thought. The first time she had ever been in their house. She was said to be a friend of eminent...
Doctor Samantha Taylor, somewhat exhausted from the wake up call she had just experienced, left the young nurse and boy to sleep and dream. She smiled to herself, imagining Trevor's body replenishing another quart or two of his warm, thick, viscous semen with those millions of healthy sperm just ready to find that fertile egg. Even though Jenny was a bit ol...
Rodney was quaking, in that little change booth, Miss Newbold before him, his socks and moccasins discarded. And his fingers shook as he loosened the buttons on his shirt. He was being made to strip. In front of this sales lady with the long nose, glasses, black dress. He shook as he fumbled. All his funny feelings flooded back. Those secret thoughts abo...
Mandy was the first of the women to open her eyes and look groggily over at the woman tied against the other side of the boxcar. She shook her head and recognized her friend Shirl tied against the wall completely nude. She looked down and saw that all of her clothes were gone too. She tried to move her arms and realized she was tired tightly to the wall of t...
Female led relationship, FLR is becoming the common, accepted life style. Girls are born with a natural instinct to be care givers and mothers which in a way makes them natural leaders. Boys on the other hand, come into the world as wild animals. They have to be domesticated. In their formidable years their mothers domesticate them by giving them spankings...
Almost from the start of our ocean cruise holiday, as I lay by the deck pool in my bikini I couldn't help noticing the appreciative glances and lingering looks from passing men, and of course their bulging swim trunks. An overwhelming desire slowly built up in me - to show my naked body to other men. I'm in my early forties, married and have regular sex, but...
America in 1956 seemed besotted with Peyton Place and the Kinsey Report and the boom in nudist colonies and the theories of Dr Freud. But schoolgirls in the Minnesota city of Brewer were homing in on their own sweet goal: seeing their male classmates stripped to the buff. Their male classmates nude. In their birthday suits. And more than that, nude- and hu...
Many folks have read about and/or seen a series of pictures of the Brown sisters, four siblings who had their photos taken together, posed in similar settings and in the same order from left to right, by professional photographer Nicholas Nixon, the husband of one of the girls. They began in 1973 and continue yearly to this day, at least thru 2017. I haven't...