Learning to Let Go is an 8 part continuous series; so if you were naughty and skipped ahead I urge you to start at the beginning or the following may make little sense. Welcome to Part 4. ***** 2010 I picked the restaurant, which was really more of a bar, on purpose; the lighting was low, people walked to and fro frequently, and most importantly one...
Pick Up or Delivery Mr. Tease. It wasn't the kind of nickname that would inspire sighs from literary review, but Sean needed a nickname for years. He'd called me angel so long that even I couldn't remember where it came from. All I knew was that I loved it. As a child, people had discouraged or forbidden their children to associate with me. That meant my li...
Jeff introduced us, "Alex, this is Sarah Fellows, Natalie's friend." She smiled and shook hands. We knew of each other, but had never met. My parents sponsored a college reunion every so often at an isolated small lake in New Hampshire. A place that is heaven for a few short weeks every summer, after the mosquitos are gone and before the first frost. My sis...
I had known George a while, but not very well. We shared a chat over a pint from time to time in the local pub, but otherwise our lives never overlapped. He was about 10 years older than me, although he looked much younger. He had taken up running in his late 30s and did at least four marathons a year, even now in his mid 60s. He was widowed after his wife d...
I removed my mirrored sunglasses, now that I was back in the shade, and stared at Nadine incredulously. "Are you serious?" I burst out. "You're completely comfortable walking around entirely nude, but you asked my permission to take your shoes off?!" I wasn't angry by any means; just taken aback, and Nadine understood. She nodded and smiled at me. "I'm us...
Lisa the Risk Junkie - Beginnings This is planned to be a series of stories related to each other. They are not in any particular chronological order and each is planned to be able to stand alone. All characters are over the age of 18. --------------- Beginnings She can't help herself. She knows it's stupid, but she keeps doing it. Her life's all fucked...
This story picks up a few days after the first story and just a little reminder, there is no one in the following story under the age of 18. ----- Each night for the next week, she did not have another opportunity to get naked outside. Each night there seemed to be more errands than the night before or her husband was at home. As the weekend approached, s...
I was visiting Winter Park, Colorado, on a ski trip. It was late December, right after Christmas, and very cold, with lots of snow in the forecast. I was traveling alone and had a room at the Alpenglo Lodge on US 40, which doesn't have a swimming pool but does boast a hot tub. After my first day of skiing, I decided to visit the hot tub, which was in a sep...
The author invites you to first read the two earlier chapters of this story, "Phone Call from the Nude Beach" and "Phone Call from the Nude Beach Ch. 02". (She's in Miami, enjoying the weekend between the two weeks of her training class. Her husband is still Up North, trying desperately to get to Miami join her for the weekend. After spending Saturday after...
The weeks following Erica's nocturnal naked walk were mostly uneventful. While she did change her habits, and spent as much private time as she could naked, it just didn't bring the same level of arousal. After some thought, she decided that part of the problem is that it was a big secret. Since she didn't encounter anyone on her adventure, it lost some of i...