AMANDA RYERSON LIVED three doors down from me in a rural area of the city. She was attending university in town and still lived with her parents. She was a beautiful, cheerful, twenty-three-year-old woman. She ran every morning; dressed in her running gear and a sports bra, earbuds in, and moving at a pace I could no longer maintain at my age of forty-two. S...
This story is a work of fiction. Any similarities to any real person or entity are entirely coincidental and unintended. ***** Within a month or so, Liz and I had more-or-less settled into our new home. We had also been welcomed to the small community and outed to our neighbors as nudists. (see A New Investigation). We soon resumed our running routine. Si...
I bought a house out in the suburbs. I liked the area I lived in because it allowed me to go out and run with worrying about traffic. After a few times of running my normal route, one afternoon I caught up with a young woman who was running as well. I started to get in step with her and asked if she minded a companion. She said she didn't mind at all. We ran...
By woodmanone copyright October 2010 Reading Chapters 1 & 2 will give you a better feel for the characters and the events that have led them to this point. Thanks for taking the time to read my story. Constructive comments and/or emails are appreciated and more than welcome. ******************* A slight noise interrupted the confrontation causing the fi...
This is a story about my wife's new pastime and some of the pleasure she gets from it... Running Madness It was one of those glorious sunny days you get in late May. About 11:30am I was running up a leafy lane out in the country and really enjoying my day off. I've grown to love my running, apart from anything else it keeps me fit and well, more desirable...
Waking up with him next to her, still in a sleepy daze she if wondering if she is dreaming the evening before runs through her mind as she lies there watching him sleep. A smile comes to her face, she is where she belongs again....with him. Kissing him lightly on the face she gets up to shower, letting him sleep. She enters the bathroom with all of all last...
I tied on my running shoes and waved at my finacé before I left. Jogging wasn't my thing but it was Ethan's and I hadn't seen him in almost a week. I had seen him around, of course, but while my fiancé was working in town, we kept our distance. Knowing he would be running this evening, I told my fiancé I was going out for a quick run. He glanced at me and...
Author's Note: I'm about to have surgery again on my hands. To write I used a talk to text program that isn't always accurate. If you like my work, please consider helping me edit so I can publish the dozens of backlogged stories in this series. This series belongs to Rachel. World War T is a series of independent, vaguely interconnected stories about diff...
To start with, I am an avid exhibitionist and voyeur. I enjoy watching others getting it on as much as being watched having sex or masturbating- almost to a fault. Combine that with the fact that I am a regular runner and feel free in the great outdoors or just outside and you have a six foot one inch well built and proportioned guy with an over seven inch a...
I'm really looking forward to our cruise in December with my husband Ed, his co-worker Marcus and his sister Marchelle. I'm trying to get in shape because I want to knock Marcus socks off whenever he sees me in my skimpy bikini. I know Ed is looking forward to the trip because he's looking forward to seeing Marchelle in a bikini as well. I plan on spending...