I have always been most comfortable outside naked. Well, to be honest, naked period. I can remember sneaking out at night so I could experience myself naked in the park I lived by. I would climb trees, hang out in the baseball park, run the bases, sit in the dugouts. All in the middle of the night, totally naked. As I grew, I always kept the practice up wherever I could. Continuing through High School and University and i...

In the bustle surrounding my return to college for sophomore year, I didn’t have much time to think about my introduction to gay sex during a weekend at the lake with my best friend. Not that it ever left my mind completely; sucking my first cock was not the sort of thing I could easily forget. Looking back on it now, years later, I still can’t get over how willingly I did it. Before that weekend, I’d considered myself to...

Extreme weather in weather in England is rare but when it strikes, it grinds the country to a standstill, we are simply ill-equipped to cope. The weather forecast was for the country to be hit by something, the press had christened, the beast from the east. I had rolled my eyes, thinking it could easily miss, the centre of the country, where I lived and as usual, be wrong. Going to bed alone, at thirty-two years-of-age, w...

My name is Charity, but I'm not particularly little. I'd like to apologise now for the humorous title, especially if you were thinking this story is about the general goodness of people, or their propensity for giving money to good causes, or even to go and help in person. This story is about that, though perhaps not in the way you were thinking. This story is about me and how I came to be where I am and who I am. And abo...

I was greeted at the door by a very hot nude male stripper for a birthday party I was invited to over Memorial Day weekend. I found out that his name was Derek Tyson and that he entertained for different private parties and events along with dancing at some regional strip clubs. I was also told that he had done several porn shoots. There were at least fifty or sixty people at the party, and the host had the evening well p...

My wife, Erica, and I were down at our marina doing some of the never ending maintenance on our thirty-six-foot Maxum powerboat. I always enjoyed working with Erica on the boat because she usually wore one of my white Maxum tank tops with no bra.  My shirt had larger armholes than her tops, and the scoop neck was cut much lower too.   While we scrubbed and waxed, I was often treated to peeks of her perfect breasts. She ha...

My lovely wife, Ashley, had recently moved to this country from Mauritius. Although she was now nearly forty, her body was still slim and cute. She has small, nicely formed breasts and a pert little arse, her tummy is tight as a drum. Ashley had come from a bustling and lively hotel with more social life than perhaps Ash realized. Although there was some family here, it was a bit of a friendless and lonely start to her mo...

It was August of 1995. Kelly and I were thirty-five. Something that I’ve not shared previously is that Kelly is a big fan of the Mouse House and in particular, their princess animated films. And while she loves the films, Kelly, being Kelly, also enjoyed the idea of putting a sexy twist to things. Kelly has been a seamstress since she was young. She enjoyed making costumes and over the years had made a number of Halloween...