In the rear garden of my bungalow was a high hedge between my garden and the house on the other side. The couple who lived in the bungalow were friends of mine. They had a swimming pool between the hedge and the bungalow and they often invited me to swim there. We all wore bathing suits and had a glass of wine before swimming.I was disappointed when they sold the place and moved away but it wasn`t long before another marr...

It is about eight o'clock and as I am swimming, I can’t help but let my mind wander off. Every second of that night is coursing through my mind now; the thought of Jenna's body pressed against mine that night in the locker room; when I picked her up and carried her to the bench to strip her of her bathing suit exposing her perfect body; the way she yelled out for me to fuck her as I licked her pussy. Damn, I want that to...

I kick off the side of the deep end of the pool as hard as I can and glide under the water until I come up. I swim as fast as I can across the pool to the shallow end and once I get there, I flip and kick off the wall to start my next lap back. Once I hit the side of the pool where I started I stop and take a drink of water. I slip my goggles off my head so I can pull my swim cap off and let my ponytail down. The pool are...

I am Phillip (Phil to my friends) and a captain of a cruise ship. Two years before these events, my wife was killed on a pedestrian crossing by a car which did not stop. My first officer, Steve, has a sister, Pauline, who was sailing as a passenger on this cruise which included putting in at ports on the Mediterranean. We ran into a nasty storm and she suffered badly from sea sickness and was treated in the ship's small h...

There was a great swimming hole that I used to go to in Jeffersonville, Vermont. It was a series of waterfalls and small pools. For years people had used it for nude sunbathing. Once, after climbing to the top of the falls, I spotted a couple on a large flat boulder in the middle of the stream. I was partly hidden in the thick woods but could see through the trees well enough to see that she was giving him a blowjob. When...

Daniel Henney was the most beautiful man I’d ever saw. He was 29 years old and I was 22. He was our swimming coach on the swim team at university. Daniel had the bronzed body of a Greek God, rippling stomach, and huge biceps. He looked more like a fitness instructor than a swimming coach. Let me introduce myself, my name’s Andy Davis. I grew up in North London but then got a swimming scholarship to transfer to the 'States...

ForeWord Dream: A series of pictures or events in the mind of a sleeping person. Oxford Dictionary. A dream is a type of mental activity that occurs during sleep. It usually consists of visual images that tell a story, although the sequence of dream events is usually mystifying. They may be influenced by internal physical factors such as hunger, thirst or indigestion. External factors may affect dreams too, such as an ala...

Don Taylor’s vacation was not starting the way he had hoped. His divorce had finalized just weeks before he was to fly off with his wife on what was supposed to be a second honeymoon to save their marriage. Since the trip was already paid for and non-refundable, and he already had the vacation time approved, he thought this would be a good time to reassess his life. However, at 45, he never thought he’d be single again. H...

The wet slap of the water hitting concrete echoes through the space. Anna's been sitting here for God knows how long in the bleachers around the 50 metre pool, semi-hidden behind a cement column. Her oil pastels are scattered, any pretense of working on her art folio abandoned. She can't stop watching him. Watching Rhys. She started coming here in winter, when the school swimming season was well and truly over. She'd brin...

Anne loved her new apartment. The movers had taken great care with her stuff and the view from her balcony was wonderful. From her third floor perch she could look out over the other apartments and the city lights beyond. She made coffee even though it was late. She had a few days off work in the engineering department. Sitting on the balcony the soft summer breeze felt wonderful. People came and went, children were put t...

*** A/N: This is a story I wrote a while ago. I've made some editing and proofing changes. And for those that read on Lit as well. Yes I am Kushiel. Please bare in mind when reading this I was trying to write from a seventeen year old's perspective. Hope you enjoy! *** This is a story about me and my Uncle Joe. He was kind of the black sheep of the family; the no hoper entrepreneur that never really made it you know? Ther...

Scott got out of the pool. He was dead tired, the two hour practice had finally come to an end. Every muscle in his body ached as he dragged himself onto the pool deck and pulled his goggles off. He picked himself up off of the deck, dripping water and ready to pass out. He slowly walked over and formed up into the circle of swimmers surrounding the coach. They all felt as shitty as he did, and looked the part. He looked...

I have a good job. It doesn't pay fantastically, but the work is varied and means I am always doing something new. I'm lucky enough to work for a Sports Management company. We manage top level sportsmen and women and my job is to take care of all the little bits and pieces that they want/need to keep them happy. The logic is that is they don't have to worry about the little things, then they can concentrate on performing,...