This is a complete work of fiction, unlike most of my other works which have at least a modicum of truth. "I am only able to publish this story because of the invaluable help of my lovely editor "knickerlessalways" to whom I say "Thanksalways". * We have never been the type of people to be worried about showing our bodies. We have always walked about the h...
"Housewarming this weekend. Clothing required" read the text. Tammy knew the property adjoining her new lover's house had been sold, but she still didn't know who had bought it. Evidently they were new to the island and its "clothing optional" policy. "Crap!" she thought. She had been going to the island with him for a couple of months, and never packed an...
It would benefit you to read my first story about this St. Martin trip, "Orient Beach Adventure" though this story can stand alone. This is a continuation of the story "Orient Beach Adventure", though my wife Susan gets thoroughly fucked this time, and I get some on the side too. ***** You may have previously read about our first outing to Orient Beach dur...
It was midafternoon by the time Kara and Miri left Miri's home, bound for the city's one public library. The day was bright and warm. As they moved closer to the city's center, the sounds of horsecarts and market criers grew while the birdsong and insect droning faded. The two passed the time revisiting old memories and catching each other up on developments...
My husband Dan and I spent a two-week holiday in the south of France in September last year. We stayed in the nudist section of Cap d'Agde. It's like a town where everyone's naked and it attracts swingers from all over Europe. Before we went there we'd read a bit about the place and I expected the lifestyle to be wild, but not as wild and uninhibited as it t...
The evening following my night with Marc, Sylvie and I found ourselves once again in my bed. She insisted that I relate everything that had occurred down to the last detail, and in the course of telling we succumbed to our own passion. After two particularly satisfying orgasms each, we were cuddled together under the sheets listening to a Mozart piano concer...
My wife Mandy and I spent a two-week holiday in the south of France in September last year. We stayed in the naturist section of Cap d'Agde which attracts swingers from all over Europe. We weren't swingers before we went there but, with so many opportunities for exhibitionism, for sharing partners, and for having multiple partners, we found it too hard to re...
"Take a seat, Janice," the braintech said, gesturing toward the chair. I sighed in resignation, as I always disliked being connected to that machine, but knew that it was critical that my every experience and thought from my latest assignment be extracted and stored and analyzed by what was rumored to be the most elaborate, complex, and thorough computer eve...
12th February 2013 I slept surprisingly well despite the prospect of finally meeting Sylvie. Her long promised photo had never materialised and I wondered what the significance of that was. Still, Morning Glory knew what day it was. I showered and shaved, selected my after shave, deodorized, flossed and scrubbed and looked into the mirror. A balding grey h...
"I've had a hard day at work," Sylvie said. "I want you to help me relax before I go to sleep." She had me get an old necktie to bind my hands behind me. Then she knelt on the edge of the bed. "I just want you to lick my ass," she told me, "nothing else. It feels so nice when you run your tongue around my asshole, but I don't want you playing with yourself....