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 left to fuck or even engage someone in serious conversation. We ate in silence. After our hearty meal of cold meats and various salads some life returned to my weary brain and flaccid penis. I looked ar...

I'm working the canyon's shadow side, chasing tiny birds. From across, I catch the flash. Binocular glass. I take a peep and see her, leaning against a tree, watching me. Is it the jolt of an unexpected Aphrodite in this time of loneliness that compels me to slowly cup my breast? I don't know, but without hesitation, she does the same. Our needy craving understood, we watch our hands descend, baring ourselves, capturing C...

“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 stood there for a moment, flabbergasted, then ran after and past them. Turning, my hands on my hips, I said: “What do you have to say about…” “Watch it, Julia,” warned Celeste. “You’re in shit...

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 honeyed skin was naked as the day she was born.   Moving towards her, I knew nothing more than she was at home in nature and that this was one of her safe spaces.  In the quietness of the scene, a monarch butterfly fluttered by...

“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 composition and competitive detail. But when a lone horseman appears on the desert plain, he dominates it instantly, his view extends as far as the eye can see, and enemies are exposed to his gaze.” (To...

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 male lion proclaiming his territory, warning off any challengers. The fire cast flickering shadows on our naked bodies. Looking at Sam’s handsome face and into Naomi’s blue eyes, I realised my att...

“Here,“ mum said placing the two weathered wicker baskets – probably hand woven by my nan around the Second World War - into my hand. There had to be some sort of sentiment behind them, as she still insisted on using them even though they were coming apart around the rim. “You need to fill at least these two if you want both cherry jam and a cake tomorrow,” she said. “And take that –“ she lowered her voice to a whisper, “...

"Gonna shoot at the park today, Kis?" "Yep" "Meet me at that little creek you like." "Ah, okay. 8:30?" "Then." I was early, but she was earlier. I found her behind some tangled bushes, naked on a blanket, leaning against a big tree. She's humming, stirring a finger tip in the streak of dark red hair above her cunny. "Good. You found me," she says, all doe-eyed and smiling sweetly. "Damn! You look delicious, Mon, always do...

  I don't care what they say; there's no better way to be intimate with three other people than to join a string quartet. Just how intimate I didn't find out till three years out of college. We'd met at the academy. I (Melissa) and my husband Jocelyn, the two violins, were the white half of the quartet; Elijah on cello, and Cherish on viola, formed the black half. I loved them all. Two years after college we were well est...