A commissioned story for George and Veronica B, shared with permission. ~ Empty chairs circled a raised platform set upon the polished floor, on which cushions and thick blankets were arranged. The space was large, with white painted walls. Halogen lights shone down from the ceiling, illuminating the small stage and smooth concrete of the surrounding floo...
It had been a while since Sheila had posed for Robert and his friends and she was ready for more fun. I asked what she had in mind and she said she would like to pose privately for Zack (one of the boys at her outdoor photo shoot) and maybe let him take some topless photos of her. I asked Sheila why Zack and she explained that he was the shyest of all the bo...
Well, once again, I've fallen in love with my characters. This is the fourth part of their story. While I hope that this story may be read enjoyably by itself, reading the preceding parts first will provide context. The reader should know upfront that this story flirts with incest. However, there is no actual incest. This story is, of course, a work of ficti...
This is a work of fiction. Although there is at least one lower Manhattan yoga studio filled with beautiful young women, the people and place described in this story are entirely fictional. This is also my first story, so I'm very glad for any feedback or comments that you, my reader, may have. ------------------------------------------------------------...
An unexpected business trip brought me back to the area where I grew up, the Philadelphia Main Line. I called a couple friends but none were around and so I thought it might be fun to visit one of the nicer haunts where my friends and I used to drink when home from college. It had been 20 years since we were trying to score in this place and except for a n...
I first saw Maria in my third year of college. I was Engineering major, but I was also taking classes in Art to get my electives out of the way. I had signed up a class called Developmental Figure Studies because the girl I was engaged to was taking the class and she had talked me into it. It is amazing how naive you can be sometimes; I thought the class was...
“Honey why don’t we stay here tonight and just enjoy the evening on the patio?” she said. “I thought you wanted to go dancing this weekend?” I replied. “Well it’s Friday and we can go dancing tomorrow night if we feel like it besides, I’ve had a busy week” she replied. “Your on,” I said. True, it was another perfect Arizona evening, our working week was...
The author invites you to first read the four earlier chapters of this story, "Phone Call from the Nude Beach" and "Phone Call from the Nude Beach Ch. 02, 03, and 04". If you don't read the earlier installments, a brief synopsis follows to catch you up. ***** Our naked beachgoer is in Miami, enjoying the weekend between the two weeks of her training class...
Willard's Quarry St. George, Maine 1927 Abigail Kinealy rose from her slumberous state, and stretched her frame across the darkened parlor. For the third straight night she had fallen asleep upon the sofa listening to the entertaining stories of the radio crackle across the great expanse of space and time. Now only the sound of the pendulum swaying in the m...
Crystal, my much younger wife loves to be admired by men. She is slim and stands about five foot seven tall with long dark blonde hair. She is always teasing guys when we are out. I know that when she wears her short skirts, she flashes the expensive lingerie that I buy her when she sees the opportunity. She rarely wears a bra and loves to display her small...