Sara found a beachfront bar with a fixable house on an adjoining lot on a French island. After a bit of negotiation, and a substantial contribution to the local authorities' pet project, we were able to have both properties designated as a "quartier naturiste." Having closed the deal, Sara largely ceded implementation to Sally. Sara's focus shifted back to...
So...my previous stories were based on fact. In this story I indulge my erotic fantasies. Imagine people are matched by some agency to be together for a few months to explore their most erotic desires. The agency screens people to align their interests and then sends them to some tropical island resort where all basic needs are taken care of - food, shelte...
This is the second chapter of a series. While the author hopes that this story can stand on its own, it will be much easier to follow if you have read the first chapter, titled "The Gulf Coast Move." This story draws on some real experiences but is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any real person or entity is coincidental and unintentional. As a work o...
"Move closer to it. You'll be surprised what you can see." Cath glanced at the man who had moved up beside her in front of the art photo. She gave a little shiver from just the quick glance. He exuded self-assurance and power—and a slight sense of evil, sensuality, and cruelty. She was accustomed to predatory men and knew how to handle them. But he didn't s...
THE ABATHANDI ADVENTURE Note to readers: This story is in the Novels section because it is on the longer side for this site, and because the story herein crosses several categories of sexuality, even within each chapter, beginning with "Fantasy." All people in sexual situations are 18 or older. CHAPTER 5: THE LETTER Weeks later, Summer was swimming wh...
In the late 1970s I moved to southeastern Virginia and learned about the beaches of the outer banks of North Carolina. One summer there were reports of an un-official nude beach at one of the islands. Apparently there was a gap in the laws or the policy of enforcement. Public nudity on the national seashore, patrolled by the federal rangers, seemed to be tol...
There is nothing like being naked! I could smell her the minute she walked into Captain Bob's Bar and Grille. It was the unmistakable smell of a luscious pussy in heat. She was wearing a pretty pale yellow, spaghetti strapped sundress, and her tan was a perfectly golden match. Intuition told me that was all she was naked under that thin cotton garment. It...
Our stay in the marina was fairly brief. There were no other boats awaiting fueling so the tanks were topped off in just a few minutes and the water tanks refilled. The young guy helping us seemed to enjoy the opportunity to service the 3 lovely, scantily dressed sailors. I'm sure that contributed to our efficient stop. In less than 30 minutes we were castin...
Lovely and Nude: Redressing the Balance Once I'd fished around in the bed clothes and found the phone, I of course knew exactly who was calling. "Hello," I said, smiling. She replied, her voice mischievous, "Are you all lovely and nude?" She prefers the soft consonants of 'nude'. I prefer the hard consonants of 'naked' -- just as she prefers 'penis', wher...
I awoke to a chorus of songbirds. Sunrise was just getting started behind the ridge at the rear of the hotel. Regatta Bay was still shrouded in darkness; scattered clouds glowed pink and orange in the indigo sky; a sallow near-full moon was sinking in the west. I imbibed the clean, crisp, salty air. I love that lonely, tranquil time when the night's reign is...