"Fancy long naps, yeah?" A sudden voice shatters the tranquil noiselessness of the atmosphere, pulling you away from your deep sleep and back into consciousness. Looking around, you see that you're in what appears to be an abandoned warehouse as various crates and boxes are scattered throughout the area. You're seated in the center of the building...
© 2016 by Kelsey d'Eligny FOREWORD Based on true events, this is the story of a young woman's first experience of public nudity at a World Naked Bike Ride, which inspired her increasingly daring adventures. This embarrassed nude female has an erotic awakening as she explores the limits of exhibitionism on her bicycle and elsewhere. Her girlfriends would be...
Thank you to the only reader to contact me after reading other stories. A female point of view has, I think given this something more ... squidgy? It was a hot July day, not the hottest but enough to cause Erica to glow from exertion during her walk from the office to the station. She stood with the all the other sheep on the platform, jostling for the...
For over 15 years 57 year old Margret Carter has been divorced bringing up her 2 daughters by herself with very little financial support. She worked two jobs to make sure both her girls got a good education. They are doing well, but Margret still has their college note to pay off even though they got half their tuitions paid for through scholarships. Margr...
I swear I could feel it, the soft touch of her hand against my tear-dampened cheek. I knew it could not be so, death had come between us, had terminated our earthly relationship. I would never feel the human touch of her fingers again. What I could feel was the pain of death, and even more the ripping of my soul that the rift of passing had caused. Our lif...
A fictional account 12:00 am, 31st February 2020, Coronavirus Lockdown Week 2: I don't usually write journals, but for the sake of posterity I'm penning down whatever happens on my "adventures" here on my blog. Maybe I can look back on these someday when I'm older and no longer able to do the dangerous things I am now when young. If you find these entries...
“So this is your room, Miss Alba!” the boy said as he unlocked the door and pushed it open, showing her inside with an almost excessively polite gesture. Jessica smiled tiredly as she walked in. A nice small room, not the usual luxury she had almost come accustomed to during the last few years of her acting career, but the decent furnishing of a small mid-cl...
The Vassal Academy Part 30: Jeannette's lesson. The last four days had been hectic for everyone. The academy was finally back in normal operation though. The stall walls had been removed from the training wings, the furniture had been broken down and stored. The linens had been laundered and folded and put away for when it may be used again. The slaves ha...
I'd made the commute from Stamford to Grand Central Terminal five days a week for three years. More than a thousand round trips. In that time warp of madness, I got to recognize my fellow travelers well. The old fellow in tweeds, summer and winter, who disappeared into the New York Times as soon as he sat down. The kid with a dripping nose who resembled a co...
I usually only write about the longer, more elaborate adventures and forego the shorter, spur of the moment naked escapades. I have found that I enjoy reading the short little stories of those who have a quick but exhilarating nude in public experience. That and the e-mails I receive asking why I don't post my little adventures has led me to getting some of...