After his successful elk hunting trip, Kincaid returned to visiting the ranch four times a year—he had cut this down to no more than twice in the deep of the Great Depression. And each time he returned, he and Hugh would go up to the Hahn's Peak timberline for three days—and they almost always came back with an elk. Kincaid made clear he didn't want the elk...
Photography has been my hobby since childhood. The first item purchased from my first salary was a classical Isoly camera. While I graduated to a more intellectual profession, my obsession to photography remained. I used to take a lot of care in family photography trying out different light schemes and so on. In party gatherings my mind used to visualize eve...
Bernard you may remember is the French amateur photographer that Chris and I met in 1989 at the Naturist resort of Agde in the South of France. He took some very sexy nude photos of me and said that a girl is not naked until she has shaved away all of her pubic hair so that when she strips the lips of her cunt are always on show. A sentiment that both Chris...
"That's it." She heard him say. She leaned further forward. Her skin was warm from the early morning sunlight. Even at such an early hour, the day was heating up. The fabric of the lounge chair was becoming slick beneath her. Her perspiration was starting to gather into a drop and she felt it slide down from her arm pit, along the curve of her ribcage. She...
The Special Event A work of Fiction Part 1 Late on a cold Tuesday night, Melody was doing a little web surfing. Bob had already gone to bed, as usual, and she heard his steady, heavy snoring from down the hall. She moved and clicked her mouse with one hand, and curled her long locks of blonde hair absent-mindedly between the fingers of her other hand. Neve...
Of course, there was no one in her hometown she could relate to, let alone her few friends. So she bottled up all her urges and feelings during the day and, at night, alone in her apartment, she suffered the anguish of yearning. There were occasional times when the frustration boiled over into anger. There were other times when she cried. And there were man...
Sam held the black-and-white photograph of his first wife in the gnarled fingers of his hand. "Here's looking at you, kid," he said, holding it up towards his failing eyes, as much aware of the liver spots on the back of his hand as of Jenny's prim beauty. Her delicate hands were crossed over a pleated knee-length skirt and her face shone in the white sunl...
MY TEN BEST STUDIES By CC AVONS (1971) ------ CHAPTERS 1) INTRODUCTION 2) AUTHOR'S NOTE 3) MODELS 4) THE STUDIO 5) UNDRESSING 6) SKIN TONES 7) POSING 8) FRECKLES 9) ALCOHOL 10) BREASTS 11) BUTTOCKS 12) BODY TYPES 13) NIPPLES 14) ART AND PORNOGRAPHY 15) LEGS 16) ABOUT THE AUTHOR INTRODUCTION I do not wish this title to sound arrogant, s...
I woke up to my requested morning wake up call from the hotel. There was a huge smile that crossed my lips because I had one hell of time yesterday and before falling asleep, had one hell of time with me, myself, and The Man in my head. The convention was opening its doors earlier that Saturday. I had to wake up bright and early to get myself together. I k...
. Another slow start but feedback pls. Saskia likes the Saloon Bar. Its deep carpet and low soft furniture give it a hushed feel. Patrons speak in funereal tones here. Listless, she picks at the absurd burger that is her staff meal. Employees are not allowed to eat here but she feels she will cry if she eats one more meal in the kitchen or in her pokey room...