“What’s a nice girl like you doing in a pair of low-rise jeans like this?,” I asked myself as I walked into the dance club. I should be ashamed of myself, dressing so brazenly at my age. (more…)
“What’s a nice girl like you doing in a pair of low-rise jeans like this?,” I asked myself as I walked into the dance club. I should be ashamed of myself, dressing so brazenly at my age. (more…)
Finally the last customer left the bank and Dean could close up and go home. Working late was not on his top list of things he liked to do. Grabbing his bag of clothes he boarded the subway. Finding a strap to hang onto, he stood watching the buzz of people go by. (more…)
It is just daylight in New Orleans and I’m walking into the sun to buy one fresh croissant at the French bakery. On this balmy morning the idea of wearing any clothing at all is irritating, but after shaving my crotch, ball sack and butt smooth, I put on just enough not to be nude, which by Big Easy standards is a pair of (more…)
Melinda page nervously through a two tear old Newsweek, while waiting for the receptionist to call her name! She had just turned eighteen, and her mother had decided that it was about time she had her first “female doctor’s visit”! (more…)
“Have a seat Mr. Raye, I’ll be with you in a minute,” ordered Hannah Stern, as she finished up a telephone conversation! “Now,” she asked while putting down the phone, “how may I help you, Mr. Raye!?!” Winston Raye had made thousands (more…)