National Nude Daisy: Part 2

National Nude Daisy: Part 2

A timid waitress travels nude on the metro train.

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The train pulls in at the next station, and I'm forced to move away from the door. I grab the handle as if my life depends on it, and watch each face as it steps on. First, they gaze at me, then the others, then they awkwardly find a place to stand.

I try to make room, and it's not as though I take up a lot of it, but there isn't much to go around. The soft scratch of clothing as people push past leaves a ghost of sensation on my skin. I remember what it was like to have clothes on. I should have them on now. I shuffle my bare feet inward, toes resting on toes. Last thing I need is to be stomped on, especially likely considering the only handle was the vertical bar in the middle of the section.

A warm hand brushes against mine and, looking up, I see a young man in a cheap suit quickly averting his gaze.

National Nude Daisy: Part 1

National Nude Daisy: Part 1

A timid waitress dares to bare all on national nude day.

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Daisy: T minus 8 hours.

I spray cleaner over the table and start wiping. My thin chiffon black shirt rides up, letting the cold metal kiss the strip of exposed skin. I gasp, and my stomach flinches away, but settles against the cool surface. My five-foot-nothing frame can barely reach into the corners, so I rise onto my toes and stretch, raising my hips above the table's edge, and almost folding myself in half.

Perfect.

Gives the people milling about behind me an exaggerated view of my lack-of-ass. I'm fucking 23 years old! Someone tell my ass that it's not on a teenager anymore.

The last customer is dawdling on his way out, and Samantha's work smile twitches on her face as she inches the door closed on the unwanted conversation.

I don't share her enthusiasm.

Saving Ourselves For Marriage: Part 3

More Valentines Days.

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The guilt provoked by Mr. Jacobs' observation was fleeting, and Emily texted me 3 days later, "Can we have another Valentine's Day tonight?"

It was clear that the charade was over, and 'Valentine's Day' was her chosen euphemism for spending less-than-wholesome time together. Our relationship had become a dichotomy of two very different and compartmentalized romances. One of a pure and honorable public courtship, and the other of two young lovers clandestinely exploring physical passions.

Saving Ourselves For Marriage: Part 2

Next Generation Discipleship and Social Group.

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As it turned out, I would learn a lot more about the subject during NG group a couple weeks later. The study that week was on 'integrity in relationships'. The study material was pretty general and covered all kinds of relationships, both social and business. However, discussion among the unmarried college students naturally morphed into a dialogue of biblical perspectives on dating relationships and sexual purity.

The group consisted of students from very conservative Powell College, so the conversation was much what you would expect in terms of defining physical boundaries in dating relationships, avoiding temptation, abstaining from pre-marital sex, etc.

Emily was sitting a few chairs to my right and noticeably fidgeted with her Bible cover while others talked about various 'Christian' guidelines for dating. She listened politely to several volleys of points and counterpoints before adding her own perspective to the conversation.

Saving Ourselves For Marriage: Part 1

Two young Christians exploring love and passion.

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I sit naked in an overstuffed leather armchair absorbing my surreal surroundings.

The remnant scents of crushed rose petals and last night's love making fill my nostrils while the gentle glow of dawn filters through leaded glass windows and sheer drapery. Gold-leaf picture frames and an antique clock face give off a slight radiance that contrast against the historic mansion's otherwise dark furnishings and wood paneling. Of everything in the room, the object most strikingly highlighted by the soft illumination is Emily's smooth alabaster leg extending from underneath the king size bed's dark duvet cover. The room is silent except for faint, deep breaths of slumber emanating from beneath the duvet.

How Chloe Finally Got Some: Part 2

How Chloe Finally Got Some: Part 2

Chloe Goes Bat-Shit Crazy, then resorts to stalking.

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Chloe hopped out of bed and went to grab the drinks. On the way to the kitchen she thought not only had she not had Dave use a condom but she had him in her apartment. Both of those were pretty high on her list of things not to do. Her well-fucked cunt was leaking a long stream of juice down past her knees, by the time she had refreshments dished up. When she came back with the beverages she also had a bowl full of red and green grapes. They sat cross legged on the bed and ate the grapes and re-hydrated.

How Chloe Finally Got Some: Part 1

How Chloe Finally Got Some: Part 1

What does a hot girl have to do, to get some loving?

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“Jesus Cats!”

Chloe thought to herself as she slowly walked home on Saturday night, it shouldn't be this hard to get laid. At twenty four you would think she would have enough experience to be able to pick up a guy. It certainly wasn't from lack of trying.

She was a reasonably good looking gal. An old boyfriend had once said she was 'girl next door cute'. Her blue eyes and highlighted natural black hair looked good on her thin face. She always thought her legs and firm little butt, were her best features. One of her work perks was a gym membership, she took full advantage and kept in good shape.

Scholarly Dames

Two stories of scholarly lasses with healthy libidos.

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Stimulating Reading

Sexual adventures amid the bookshelves.

Unlocking the big oak doors, Emily glances up at the Spring sun filtering through the stained-glass windows of the 'Institute'. Originally endowed by a Victorian benefactor, now part of a modern university, this old building goes unnoticed by most people passing by on this bright 1993 morning.

Helping the Karlssons: Part 3.

Variations, before the church girls return to Father.

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"Do you like girls touching you?" asked Summer as she ran her fingertips over the shaft.

Tim simply smiled in reply and she traced her fingers over his ridges and veins.

"I've never really looked at a man's cock before," she murmured. "Yours looks gorgeous."

That compliment caused Tim's cock to pulse and harden. Summer did not miss the effect her words and touch had on him. But her eyes were on a new prize.

Helping the Karlssons: Part 2.

The young sisters take it further with the summer help.

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"Tim; Tim, I can't take any more," poor Summer gasped after uncountable orgasms. "I want your cock."

The young man happily rolled onto his back as Summer scurried down the bed. Still somewhat innocent, she understood what he needed. Eager, and confident, she grabbed him by the base of his shaft and took a good look.

Helping the Karlssons: Part 1.

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The Gullible Neighbor: Part 2.

Being a Study Partner with an innocent busty goddess.

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"Eh, Jim?"

"Yes, Emma."

"I am so excited to study these techniques! Your mouth therapy did so much to improve my tense muscle constrictions. But I think your swelling is acting up again." said Emma, pointing at his crotch.

Jim, still embarrassed by it, quickly tried to cover it up with his hands.

The Gullible Neighbor: Part 1.

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The Flu: A Pandemic Escape on a Sex Farm

Lusty young immigrants escape global plague on a Wisconsin farm.

By MVP6.  Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Ustin and Manon met while on holiday in Prague and fell in love at first sight. Ustin was Russian and Manon was French. He loved Manon's impulsive ways and she loved his strong resilience. They were the poster-couple for young beauty, love, and little more than dreams.

Other than the language of love the only words they shared in common were a smattering of Portuguese. Nevertheless, theirs was a whirlwind romance ending in engagement after two short weeks.

They were back in Shuvalovka by the end of the next week, getting married the very next morning.

In the Recovery Room.

Nurse had unique method to help with his recovery.

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The Emergency Room.

I was almost totally out of it. I was in the recovery room at the hospital after knee surgery. I'd messed up my ACL after a fall in the shower. The doctor was attempting to reattach some ligaments and muscles. I hoped it would ease the pain I'd been having and restore the strength in my knee. I'd been less than cooperative in the pre-op exam, when the surgeon asked me a series of questions about how the ligament tear had happened.

The full truth is; my wife slipped while I was pumping it into her ass from behind. I tried to catch her when her other leg slipped. In just a fraction of a second, I was on my ass, screaming in pain and her ass had landed on my left knee. A hot searing pain consumed me.

Home Sex Education

Stepbrother Introduces me to Handy Orgasms.

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My name is Debbie and I am now 22 years old and a senior at college and single, thank goodness! This is my last year here at college and I sure do hate to leave here. But that is another story!

First, I want to tell you about my initiation into womanhood, if you want to call it that.

Future Farmer's Wife.

Summer loving, working on the farm.

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When I was a young girl, every summer was an adventure. The farms around Stearns County, where I lived; would need extra help to cut, bail; and store up the hay for the long snowy winter. Everyone did small square bales back then, and that meant manual labor. The thing was that although the job paid great, it was not a regular job. The hours were always subject to change, with the weather, break downs, or hay production. You had little notice when you were needed, and then it was only for a few days. Farm kids also had to work on our own family farms; so you had to work it around that. Yet since every farmer needed the extra help it was like all the kids were a labor pool to be exploited.

Summer Camp Staffing Perks.

Summer Camp Staffing Perks.

Come to summer camp, it can change your life!

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Come to summer camp, it can change your life!

Walking in the moonlight one night Evan Walker reflected on just how not good this summer had gone for him thus far. He was beginning to regret leaving the familiar Boy Scout camp he had worked at for the past 3 years. Evan is just a few months from his 19^th birthday, but strict school district rules kept him from enrolling in kindergarten because he wasn't 5 years old on August 31^st.

Matching Day: Part 2

The struggle for honesty, and the grace to accept..

Based on a post by SmallTownPrincess, in 2 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Connected.

"So, tell me about your family, Mason," Livia said, tracing the lines of his palm with one finger. How long had they been out there? Although it felt like she'd been with Mason for only a few minutes, at most, she was deathly afraid that dawn would break soon, and they would have to part ways, sneaking back into their respective beds.

"Oh, they're nothing special," he said with a shrug. "My father's done pretty well for us with inter-community trade, and my mother's a self-proclaimed busybody. I have two little sisters who must hate me, for all the grief they cause me, and a cat that only eats because I ask him to every day."

Matching Day: Part 1

To love risks more than just her heart.

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Girls spend their entire lives looking forward to the fateful Matching Day - and whether or not they will admit it, boys, too, have at least a healthy curiosity. It's so reassuring, knowing that in your eighteenth year, you and your age-mates will be paired off, brought together with another from their own community or a surrounding one that match them perfectly. No song-and-dance dating rituals, like the ones in the books Livia liked to read, no old maids, no riotous bachelors; just simple, comforting compatibility.

Mrs. Bateman's Cougar Club: Part 2

The Women of '77 Changed My Life.

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Discrete Services.

"Wait; Mrs. Bateman; she paid to have sex with me?"

"Yes, Todd."

"I don't believe it; She's beautiful, I'd have fucked her for free! Any guy would!"

"True, but she's married and discretion is of vital importance. That is half of what she's paying for. A great fuck is the other half. And she said it was worth every penny. In fact she wants to come back next Friday, same time."

As I stood there trying to come to grips with this revelation, Mrs. Bateman knelt on the bed, her face pressed into the wet sheets. She inhaled the scent and moaned. I glanced over and saw far enough under her skirt to see she was wearing thigh high stockings rather than pantyhose. I stepped closer and lifted her skirt. She was panty-less. I touched her pussy and found she was very wet.

Mrs. Bateman's Cougar Club: Part 1

The Summer of '77 Changed My Life.

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Way back in 1977, I was a naive 18-year-old. Summer was here and I wanted to spend it having fun. I was going to start college in the fall and luckily, didn't have to work. Mom and Dad were fortunate and made good money. He was the VP of Advertising and Marketing for a major energy company and Mom was actually a successful author. I had a generous allowance and a car (a white '73 BMW) It had been Dad's, and he gave it to me at graduation.

Emmy, The Class Nudist: Part 3.

Emmy, The Class Nudist: Part 3.

Wes and Carson Become Part of the Jackson circle. 

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It's 7am Saturday morning. Carson is staring at his Windows XP screen saver. He's stayed up late, scouring AOL, MySpace, and even the new Facebook websites, looking for any accounts of Emmy's. He downloaded any and all photos he could find, then made a custom screensaver of Emmy's photos.

Carson believes he's the luckiest guy in Texas. He's living every teen boy's wildest fantasy; a pretty teen nudist who's sexually exploring, but still a virgin; for now.

What he can't figure out is; 'Why me?'

Emmy, The Class Nudist: Part 2.

Emmy, The Class Nudist: Part 2.

Emmy gains a new nudist friend. 

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Carson climbed the couple steps, feeling the abrasive texture of the springy board beneath his feet. The pool itself, lit by underwater lights, was particularly gorgeous and inviting at night. He glanced back at Emmy and found her smiling and waiting with her arms crossed. He sighed, took a quick approach to the end, bounced twice to get some elevation and then leaped off the end to land in a classic cannonball. The water was cool, but not near as bad as he had feared. By the time he surfaced, pulling himself clear of the diving area, he was already feeling comfortable. 

Emmy, The Class Nudist: Part 1.

Emmy, The Class Nudist: Part 1.

Carson discovers the secret side to his chemistry lab partner. 

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"Are you going to tell me where we're going now?" 

Carson Jenkins swatted away a mosquito while tromping through the brush under the oak and cedar. For all the fond memories he had of running around his friend's wilderness backyard while growing up, playing their imaginary games as alien hunters or fugitives on the run, he never could quite shake his fear of stumbling upon a rattlesnake, scorpion, or even the odd tarantula. They'd rarely ever seen any such creatures, but it wasn't impossible to come across one in this part of Texas.