Another year had just ended. It was now 2008 and without anyone noticing half of January was already over. I had left a day Delhi after Christmas for Paris, met up with my family and a couple of relatives in Peisey-Vallandry where they had all gone skiing for the new year, then travelled for a couple of days to a village on the Côte d'Azur and returned to Pa...
Mike saw the rubber band dangling from the doorknob, and cursed into the freshman dorm's empty hallway. He'd laughed when his roommate had suggested the rubber band signal to each other for when they had a girl in the room. He wasn't laughing now. On this Friday after Thanksgiving, the hallway, the building, and the campus were all nearly empty. It had to...
The mountain peaks were turning red as dawn approached. Rocky Jones let his attention drift as the first batter of the 28th inning stepped into the box, gazing at the ribbon high above the stadium. "We've been playing all fucking night," he said to himself, then focused on the action, thumping his glove as the pitch came in. Rocky had gotten in midday befor...
"Thank you for the advice and support from everyone to help make this day happen." Colette, the 32 years old woman with short black hair in the smart white chef uniform who had just been promoted to be the sous chef said thanking and smiling to her colleagues in the full-functional kitchen of the 5-stars bistro where she worked, all of them respond by joyfu...
Sawyer's mouth felt as if he'd been marching in the desert. There was no moisture, even when he ran his tongue along his lips. He cracked his eyes open to be blinded by the bright sunlight streaming through the open curtains. Had it been a dream?, he thought to himself. He sat up and looked around the room. It was the same room, the same hideously tan walls...
This is the sixth part of a story of how my sister was introduced to Naturism. It is best to read each chapter in sequence. It's a slow moving tale. It is sometimes sexual, sometimes not. It is based on real events and only the names have been changed to protect the guilty. * Sitting at the outdoor café table with my sister Karen I felt a mix of emotions g...
Sadly, Bob and Ted felt a little neglected through all these preparations, although at times Jennifer and Peter joined them to all go out together with Ruth and Karen who seemed to be the permanent partners for Ted and Bob. Things were changing in Peter's apartment, too. The place was subtly altered and Jennifer's clothes seemed to take up all the available...
Orders for the second day were to show up at his work at five, dressed up like a model again. It was hot for an autumn day when I stepped off the bus, as I had a couple weeks earlier. I walked through the parking lot wearing three inch heels and a tight, form-fitting dress. This one was navy blue with white trim, and exposed my arms, cleavage, and legs below...
The tip of my middle finger. I held it there. Right there. My finger was trembling and I willed it to stop. I summoned every shred of willpower in my body and mind and I channelled it down to the tip of my middle finger. Look at your own middle finger. Maybe a square centimetre of skin, formed into the folds of a fingerprint. The ridges of my fing...
So, I've known Anjin (pronounced like "lawn-jean") for 7 years, & been married to her for 4 of those. It's a great life, let me tell you. This story is about how we met some new friends on a trip and, well, it's a little bit racy, and doesn't make me look real good. Still, I may as well tell it like it is: there's little enough in life worth really worrying...