This is the second installment in a series entitled "Not an Accident". Be sure to read the first installment first. The day after our little interaction on my patio took place I couldn't wait for my afternoon swim. I resisted the temptation to jerk off thinking about it that morning. I was in the pool for about half an hour before Karen made her way down....
My name is Morgan Smith. I am a fifty years old, divorced African-American handyman with no children. When you work servicing domestic appliances, naturally you come into contact with plenty of women. It is hard not to when you are in the kitchen. last month, I had to visit a woman I'd visited before and I remember the feeling that she had given me. This...
This story is part of a series. Chapters 1 through 14 will provide context. However, this story may, I hope, be enjoyed as a stand-alone work. ***** Sara and I flew back to the island after a wonderful, short stay with Karen and Dr. Rick on Captiva. Sara gave me a day off and then had me back in the water training. We swam in the ocean off of our beach and...
If you read my last account of my journey into nudism, you'd know that Claire and I have pushed our limits even further to where we're pretty much spending all our time naked, and even going for late night walks in the nude around the neighborhood. The next story is an account of my first trip to a nudist club. Claire and I had been spending a lot of time...
Chapter 2 of our Nude Summer ended in our apartment Jeanie and I occupied for the summer in Boulder, Colorado. We had quickly become exhibitionists after a daring romp through the building on laundry day. We put "all" our clothes through the washers that day, staying nude in the basement laundry room for the duration and didn't get dressed again until the ne...
Reader's note: These are a series of short narratives on things I have done over the years while nude, outdoors. I feel as if I am really opening up, and am hoping you will read and comment on whether you think any of these are funny, weird, gross, or even interesting enough you might identify with yourself. In most cases I won't name a specific location or...
This is the fifth and final chapter of a series. While the author hopes that this story can stand on its own, this story will make a lot more sense if you have read the previous four chapters of "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 unintenti...
I am one of many, I believe, who enjoy the exhilaration of being nude in situations where it is not conventionally accepted to be nude. I have fostered that compulsion, over the years, by nude adventures when on business trips. I thought I would relate a couple here. I must say talking about them is also enjoyable. The3 first example was on a trip to Boston...
To try to make a long and very painful story short, a battery of tests and scans disclosed the devastating news that Amy had advanced liver cancer. Surgery was impossible. She tried a new treatment recommended by the oncologist, but it did nothing to slow the spread of the disease. As Amy became more disabled by her illness, I stopped going to work and moved...
I was sitting in my office. It was a hot July day. My office is in one of the oldest buildings Downtown and, unfortunately, the HVAC needs a major upgrade which the landlord has been unwilling to pay for. Sweat tricked down my sides under my shirt. I loosened my tie still more. I dreaded putting on my suit coat for the five block walk to the state courthouse...