"Holding him there, right there."
Arms of oak reach me. Thoughtful palms. Twigs earned of fingers stare into my skin. Unavailing bark peeled away. Natures breath sways thoughts. No rustling. The whispers of my lilac eyes are heard. Growth, runs rings around us. Anchored firmly...
"The continued debauchery on a South African Swingers' Resort"
The day after our orgy on New Year, my wife, Lorraine and I slept for a few hours before we had brunch with other nudists/swingers next to the large crystal-clear pool. Although everyone was naked, no one had enough energy...
"Nature brings out the truth"
This is the eighth part of my adventures in the early 90s with a gay man about 15 years older than me who saw me as a near-reincarnation of his first boyfriend. Check my post history for earlier installments of...
Lisa went into the forest with her two boyfriends. She was thirty-five, they were nineteen and thirty. She had a beautiful figure, tall and athletic. A brunette with beautiful facial features. Her boyfriends were both handsome, hairy forest men. She held...
"Bill and Karen get to know each other, swimming naked and then..."
The wind billowed Karen's blonde hair back as she snuggled close to Bill in his '57 convertible Bel Air. The wide whitewall tires hugged the road as the big heavy car leaned into each twist and turn. A 60's radio...
"What in the Hell is on the other side of the mountain?"
It was the early morning of Oct 25, 2020, a perfect day for a birthday hike. I, Actaeon, started to walk along the trail through the sunlit mist. The brush was profuse, yet I frequently saw deer and fox roving...
"Julia finds peace."
“You three have buggered up my life,” I said, staring at the fully clothed Celeste, Naomi and Sam. “Your little game caused my lady parts to become very demanding.” All three just shrugged and continued our walk towards the river. I...
I saw her today for the first time, she was down on the beach just where the sand gives way to the lapping of the ocean. Her hair was tousled and half way down her back, she was crouching, and her...
"A writer of Westerns wants to write erotica."
“When a man walks or rides into a forest, he is lost among the trees, can’t see ahead, doesn’t know what might be lurking there. The forest surrounds him, obscures him with shadows, confuses itself with him by its vertical...
"Surviving a few visitors"
The Fiery-necked Nightjar's mournful lament, "Good Lord, Deliver Us," filled the night air as Naomi, Sam, and I, Celeste, sat around the fire. We were silent, listening to the sounds of the night. In the distance, I could hear a...
