My name’s Angela. I’m a slut and a swinger and I make no apologies for it. I’ve read many stories on the ‘net about Cap d’Agde Naturiste Village and have enjoyed them. Not because they were funny or outrageous but because they were so very similar to my first trip. A strong feeling of deja
In my last letter, I told you how my husband Tom had made me show off my body in a gas station, a grocery store, a pharmacy, and an adult book store. At the end of that letter, I was in the back seat of a car with Tom (my husband) driving, on my way
For the next several weeks Sue and I talked about our experience with Jim and Glenness and had some very hot sex. In our conversations it came out that Sue loved the feeling of being nasty and having been fucked. She had enjoyed watching Jim’s big dick slid in and out of her, and I
I’d worked at my present job about nine months when I received the invitation. It arrived in a company envelope, and simply looked like any other inter- office correspondence. However, when I opened it, there was a card inside, which read: “Congratulations. You have been invited to become a member of a very exclusive club.
I am a First Secretary at our Embassy, one of several such diplomats who are next rank down from the Ambassador himself. That means I have to tread the cocktail circuit a fair bit, which frankly is a bore. It sounds great to be out partying as a profession, but unfortunately you have to stay