Until about eight years ago my wife and I were practicing naturists (i.e., nudists) and I published a quarterly newsletter (peak circulation of about 2500 in 1986) focusing on naturism. Because of the newsletter I frequently received letters and phone calls from people with naturist related stories. In August 1982 I was contacted by a woman at a naturist res...
Prologue The breeze that came in from the Atlantic ocean did not do much to quell the baking sun on the beach of Marabogo. The small island laid approximately one hundred miles of the coast of Namibia, Africa. John Morton and Henry Larsen sat on the beach in their sunbathing chairs looking at all the skimpily clad women and ripped black men. Both men were...
Another boring day at work and another boring dinner party. That's all it ever seemed to be these days, monotony. I was so tired of the endless routine that seemed to be my life these days. Being a single 30 year old woman and a corporate accountant wasn't exactly the high profile exciting life I envisaged when I was at Uni. Pompous senior accountants and e...
After our first meeting, I saw Roger got often, usually once or twice a week. We spent a lot of time exploring mutual masturbation, touching, oral and rubbing our bodies together. I loved feeling my cock moving against all parts of Roger's body: his crotch, face, asscrack, armpits. We would suck each other's cock and finger each other's asshole, but neither...
Hello everyone this is suraj. I thought of penning this real encounter again because I received enormous responses liking my story. So I'm going to narrate this real story again and hope you all like it. The story goes like this after I completed my study in Delhi and I was coming home. It has been years since I did not come home and when I knocked at the g...
Her legs, first of all, were unbelievable. Natalie Chastain had the sexiest legs young Ron had ever seen. It was his dream job to work as a sports writer, another dream of his to work with such a hot chick, for lack of a better term. That's the way he thought of her, a hot chick. Even though she was dignified, accomplished, and 28 years old compared to his...
(This story is a part of the Blackedmerica series, which is set in an alternate history.) Chapter 2 Half a mile down the road, Singleton turned onto the dirt road leading to the Marshes. The people who lived there, though quite poor, had formed a small and somewhat thriving community. Townfolk liked to call them rednecks and hillbillies since they kept mos...
[Please read part one in the Uncle Jack series. Thank you for your comments and feedback. Keep them coming.] I woke on Saturday morning with a feeling of dread and excitement. I knew last night's action would have consequences, repercussions. I lay with my back to Anna thinking about what had happened, how turned on I had been, how forward... how slutty my...
Wayne entered the curio shop in an obscure corner of Manhattan, seeking a novel gift for his little brother, Jack. He spied a fat Buddha with a huge hard-on. Asking, he was told that the Horny Buddha was over a thousand years old, and came from the headwaters of the holy Ganges River in India. The asking price was nine hundred dollars. Wayne had made a fortu...
Part 13: Father Kincaid calmly locked the front door and walked slowly around me, making little clucking noises as if appraising me as I stood there feeling more and more vulnerable, goosebumps appearing on my bare back, neck and shoulders. His deep, gravelly voice, the same one that was so intimidating when I was an altar boy, seemed to go right through me...