Der traditionsreiche Turnerverein St. Pauli 09 hat im Laufe vieler Jahrzehnte schon eine ganze Reihe Höhen und Tiefen mitgemacht und überstanden. Doch noch niemals in der langjährigen Vereinsgeschichte ist die finanzielle Lage so bedrohlich ernst gewesen wie heute. Immer im Schatten der größeren und wesentlich mitgliederstärkeren Turnervereine haben sich sch...
This is an Nude Day contest story. Please vote, make a comment and add me and/or this story to your favorite list. Be careful what you wish for, because you may get your wish. * "What do you want to do today?" John looked at his friends, Bob and Mike. "The Red Sox are playing Tampa Bay at Fenway today," said Bob. "Let's go watch them lose." "Nah, unles...
John ging damals in die elfte Klasse. Er war vor einigen Wochen 18 geworden. Er war ein durchschnittlicher Junge mit braunen Haaren und blauen Augen. Leider war er noch Jungfrau aber er mochte das Masturbieren am Abend, außerdem mochte er gutes Essen, den FC st. Pauli und Hannah. John wusste zwar, dass sie einige Liegen über ihm spielte, aber er konnte einfa...
I walked through the crowd of sexy beer wenches and lederhosen bros, sufficiently buzzed and enjoying the Leavenworth Oktoberfest for the first time during my short vacation in the central Washington Cascades. Looking at my Instagram stories, I knew that Chelsea, my veritable Barbie doll of a former coworker at a beachfront resort on the Oregon Coast, was a...
Ree and I continued with our swinging activities, along with our 'regular life'. Our neighbors across the street, Harry and Vicki, knew of our 'other life' because they, too, had another life that involved swinging. We had many encounters with them, both as a couple, and as a third party, as a single. It was all good. But periodically, Ree and I would hit th...
I went to my wife, still laying on the bed in the same position. She turned her head toward me and smiled. I kissed the tip of her nose, told her I loved her, then pulled her tight. Her arm went around my back and I felt fingers digging into my side, tugging me to her. Little did I expect, at that moment, that our night was far from over. ooOoo Karen and...
"Okay," Karen had said. I was confused, "Okay? Okay what?" She had looked straight at me, "Okay, we'll go." "Go? What? Where? Out that night?" "To your girlfriend's, to your little game." That was Karen, the night before, right after I'd told her about Lush, my stories, Pauli, and the planned strip poker game, shocking the shit out of me. I remembered w...
Author's Note: This story was composed from the following request that I received via e-mail. All character names are fictitious and all characters are at least 18 years of age. I have placed the e-mail request at the end of the story so as not to tip off the story line. This story could have been placed under any one of several literotica categories. BACKG...
The man walked down the Reeperbahn, a wide boulevard deep in the waterfront district of Hamburg, Germany, famed for the St Pauli Girl Brewery. And, presumably, for St Pauli Girls. He walked past sex shops and video stores, with a smattering of trashy lingerie stores that fronted for very inexpensive hookers - usually of the immigrant variety - thrown in for...
Karen Ch 3 I knew something was wrong. I sensed it all day by his unusual behavior. Robert was preoccupied and seemed a little jumpy. But, I chose to roll over and try to go to sleep; he would tell me when he was ready. And never in my wildest dreams would I have guessed what he would tell me. "Hon," Robert said, "you can't go tomorrow." I rolled back ov...