The Live Model When I was a student in Jerusalem in the mid seventies, I was sharing an apartment with Etty. She was studying ceramic arts and I was going through my life science studies. She had to take complementary courses, one of which was photography. I also liked taking photos. It was my most serious hobby. It was different then. No digital cameras we...
The day had started like any other Saturday, only it was less than a week before Christmas, and my aunt Cheryl had asked me to take her to the mall for some last minute shopping. I grudgingly agreed, not having anything else planned, but not particularly wanting to spend the time hunting for a place to park, fighting the throngs of other people who hadn't go...
Author's Note: This story is an epilogue to my three-chapter series called "The Swim Team". If you have not read that series, this story will have no context. After writing "The Swim Team" I got a lot of requests for further adventures of Monica and Ryan, a love triangle with Simone, more sex, more revelations about nudism, including an experience with Monic...
Late in the Summer of 1982, eighteen years old, a year out of high school and already a beach-going thong and g-string wearer for a couple of years, I decided it was time to branch out a bit more and give the nude beach at San Onofre, California a try. While I'd often given it thought, prior to that point I had the usual reservations that stop most people fr...
Author's Note: It had been my intention to end this series with Chapter 17. My thought was to allow readers to draw their own conclusions about why Sara abandoned Harry so abruptly. Reader comments have suggested that this was a bad idea. Consequently, I offer this epilogue to, hopefully, close the loop. I do not believe that this epilogue will have much mea...
Guy smiled, "Have a great time together. I will have Charles bring your car to the portico." With one call on a house phone Charles was summoned and quickly pulled Ana's black 550 CL Mercedes up to the portico. Ana got in the driver's side while Charles held my door. "Ana when you pull out on Gulf Blvd turn right then at the traffic light turn left onto t...
This story is the twenty-first in a series. While this story can, hopefully, be read enjoyably by itself, the earlier installments provide context and character background. My characters are entirely fictitious. Any similarity to any real person is unintended and coincidental. Please do not rely on these stories for any legal advice. _______________________...
"Well, I must say, Mike, your entry is going to be a difficult one to beat. Unfortunately, as it states in the PMS official rule book, those who have entered the contest are ineligible to cast their vote for their story or for anyone else's story. Otherwise, I think that I'd be voting for your story rather than my own," said Stan with a chuckle. "Also, as wi...
"I can't believe it," Emma Edwards said to herself as she sat on the couch in the Alpha Omega Phi House. Emma was an energetic and plucky girl who had just started her freshman year of college at Magnus University, only to have her mother tell her that she comes from a long line of Witches! "You better believe it!" Mia Coleman, a sophomor...
This is the seventh and final story in this series. I apologize that it is so long and has less sex than the prior chapters. I thought this necessary to conclude the story of Denise Hines and her friends. I hope you have enjoyed them. This story will make much more sense if you've already read Her Second Job chapters 1 -6. The series was inspired by things...