Alya 1

"Her exhibitionist beginnings started on the motorway."

It was always and only about Alya. Other people came increasingly into the equation, but in truth, I had no attraction to them. My desire was solely for Alya, specifically in finding ways for her to experience her sexuality in...

An Encounter On A Nude Beach

"He never expected to meet someone he knew."

One of the appeals of vacationing on a formerly French-owned Caribbean island is the lingering French influence. Great food, for sure, but also their sense of freedom on the beach. Women routinely sunbathe topless, and there is always a section...

NUDAPALOOZA

"A young, married woman embraces her secret desires"

I was in my cramped upstairs bedroom at my parents’ house in Hammond, Indiana, on a sticky July evening three years ago, sitting cross-legged on my old childhood bed, studying a neon-pink envelope with gold-foil letters spelling NUDAPALOOZA. I often...

Caribbean Getaway – The Spa

"Tina leaned toward Lindsay, whispering, "Oh my god, Sven's fingers were magic. Regular massages are ruined for me forever.""

When Tina woke in the morning, the air in the room still held the distinct musky odor of pussy. Sunlight slanted through the gap in the curtains, striping the bed with a bright golden line that illuminated dust motes dancing...

The Guest List

"Unexpected dating app meet up that lead to the craziest six weeks of my life."

By 2024, I had settled into a rhythm with my own company that I wasn’t particularly looking to break. I’d been single for over a year, navigating a handful of short-term relationships that had fizzled out before they ever really...

Sharon Goes To London

"How I lost control."

After the student party, a lot of the pretence had gone. Sharon admitted she was enjoying becoming a submissive slut, and we talked it out openly. As far as I was concerned, I now had the green light to look...

The Family Mask – Part 1

"One black envelope, and the good girl finally learned how delicious ruin could taste."

Chapter 1 – The Envelope That Owned Me - (The invitation that knew my name before I did)I was halfway through sorting junk mail when I saw it: a thick black envelope lying face-down on the cold tile, as if...