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
Karen Stark awoke at the sound of her boyfriend, Joe, gargling in the bathroom. He’d been up for the better part of an early morning hour while she slept to the sounds of his preparations for leaving. They had been seeing each other for nearly a year. A mutual friend had brought them together because,
Alison always felt safe going back to work in the afternoons. She was a teacher in a school that was safe. The students, she thought, all liked her. The janitors were always around and the school had no problems. She had no idea that this day would be different. As she walked into her classroom,
On one occasion while at university a few of us lassies were wanting to go to see a top boy band that was going to play in the city. I confess it was not my ‘cup of tea’ however, I did not want to miss out. Of course, all being students money was short, and