I couldn't believe the brochure I was holding. I still thought that my girlfriend was playing some kind of joke on me. But this brochure looked too legit to be something she whipped up on the computer, and her mother wasn't the kind of person to go along with practical jokes. "An erotic cruise?" I gaped as I shuffled through the large brochure. The cruise s...
Naked For Freedom The Adventures of Amy Thornhart * Chapter 2 Amy opened her eyes. It was a dream, a weird dream. She laid there in her bed. After awhile, she decided to get out of her bed to get her mail. She put her trench coat on and her high heels. Amy walked outside to go to her mailbox. The sun was slowly creeping up to start the day, on this Engl...
"C'mon in, Sherry," he said. Ron was a little nervous, but hoped he was hiding it well. He stepped back from the door to let the woman into the foyer. 0 0 0 This was all his wife's idea. He'd been an amateur photographer for years, mostly landscapes, travel shots, family photos, stuff like that. He'd gotten honorable mention in a national contest for a sil...
The ad in the college newspaper read "make $500 for being a model in a photo shoot." The photo shoot must be nude, I thought. Why else would they offer so much money? The next ad read "$5.25 an hour sweeping floors in the student union." Next. "Make big money selling factory equipment over the phone! Unlimited potential!" Yeah right, unlimited potential. Mos...
First, I would like to say, as a reader I always find it interesting how contributors come up with their stories -- Then I wrote my first story and as I started writing it, I already had my next story in the works, the one you are now reading, in mind plus others that could be spun off, plus again, as I started to complete this story, my next story is alread...
The following is a true story of my first time experiences at college. I am a straight male, who took care of himself, loved to backpack, play hockey, camp, canoe, and ride motorcycle. Putting myself through school, by working odd jobs giving me very little time for a social life. My home routine included stripping at the door, taking a shower and jacking of...
I'd attended school with Peggy since the third grade and we had only recently graduated from high school. We became next-door neighbors when her family had relocated to our neighborhood, right after graduation, an improvement in their life style as their previous home had been rather Spartan. A plain, almost homely child, Peggy had sported braces in her y...
I'm retired now, but I spent most of my life working as a professor of English at a small New England college. There were six people in the English department, but the one I was closest to—literally—was Paul Baker, whose office was next to mind and with whom I shared an adjoining door. I had been at the college considerably longer than Baker—about 25 years—...
Nearly 30 years ago I attended college in an idyllic central California town not far from the beach. Despite having graduated so long ago, my wife Anne and I know many people who still live in the area. Every year we take a long weekend to visit our old friends. This year we left our home in Northern California on a Friday for the 3 1/2 hour drive to the h...
Dylan Goldberg wasn't what most people expected from her looks and origins. Long, naturally blonde hair, green eyes, buxom and curvaceous body, and born and raised in California. Despite all this seeming to make her the stereotypical valley girl, Dylan was actually self-conscious, insecure, socially awkward, and something of a shy nerd. She'd come to Italy's...