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Lisa asked. "No," Slut answered. "We were stuck in some traffic. Nasty accident with no easy way around it." "We have plenty. Have a seat," I said. "May we get naked?" Rose asked. Slaves enjoyed being without their clothes. We got used to our nudity and preferred it that way. "You might as well," I answered. "We'll be taking your pictures nude. I see no reason to wait." "Thank you," Rose said stripping off her two items of clothing, Slut following suit. "We've been stuck in traffic for two hours. It's the longest I've worn clothes in a month. I hated it."

I'm going to stay positive. "Her heart has not stopped and restarted yet. It's as if her body is rejecting the bond." That doesn't just happen, and I refuse to believe she would want to reject us. "I would like time alone with my mate. Thank you." Doctor Green nods and leaves us alone. I crawl into the bed beside her and rest my head beside hers. "Wake up, babe. We have so much to do, and there's a beautiful lake I want to show you. No one goes to it because it's on our property, so we can go skinny dipping in broad daylight if we wanted to. It's not like nudity is a huge deal in this territory, but being naked for the hell of it isn't something we do. I can't speak for half-bloods and full-

All he knows is that I’m a thirty-two-yearold scientist with a kinky side. The only thing I’ve been honest about is my kink. Through my texts, I’m brave. I write my heart out. I tell him my innermost thoughts and the most depraved of my fantasies. I don’t know if I can be that way in real life.

THEMES: Public danger, anonymous possession and shame kink KINKS: CnC fantasy, breeding talk, public risk, clothing ripping, praise & degradation mix, light restraint and humiliation arousal --- "I haven't finished yet!!" "Fuck off you horny bitch! I can't kill myself because you." I scoff at this, "You didn't even last more than 5 minutes!!!" However my boyfriend doesn't even look at me and rolls over to his side of the bed, keeping his back to me.

“Okay. How about… what’s the wildest thing you’ve done?” I raised my eyebrows. “Wildest? Like sexually?” He smirked. “You said it, not me.” I took another drink. “Maybe skinny-dipping at midnight in college.” Nathan made a face. “Tame.” “Excuse me?” “You said wild. That’s barely reckless.” He tilted his head. “What about kinks? What gets you off, Reeva?” I swallowed. “That’s not a normal question.” “Normal’s boring. Come on, I told you mine.”

My name is Elena, 45, married, and bisexual with three grown children. We raised them in a relaxed, body-positive home where nudity wasn’t taboo. Now that the kids are out of the house, my husband and I enjoy our quiet country property. I spend most summer days sunbathing or swimming topless or fully nude. Last month I was alone, floating lazily on a pool mattress in just a tiny string bikini bottom, my 34C breasts warmed by the sun. I must have dozed off because I didn’t hear my son Ryan’s truck pull up.

Now that they were done, they lied face-to face on the sofa, with only a small blanket to cover their nudity. Nathan ran his fingers through Crystal’s hair. She touched his cheek and whispered his name. She ran her fingernails against the short stubble on his face. “Are you tired?” she asked. “Not really. Maybe a little bit.” Nathan shrugged. “Are you?” “I’m exhausted, but I don’t think that I could sleep. I’m too wound up. Why don’t you tell me a story?”

someone calls out, and at the same moment, a naked man walks by. “Where are we at?” Marcus asks the guy who was just talking. I lean closer to Esme. “I think this is really happening.” “Oh yeah,” she answers. “Who are they?” the naked guy asks, looking at us. “Friends of mine… good people,” Marcus says with a reassuring smile. The naked guy actually gives us a once-over, then he smiles. “Okay… welcome.” He throws out his arms and walks away. “I just want to tell stories about real people… you know what I mean? P**n is just real in a way that Hollywood can never be,” Esme explains.

Property? Me: Uh, are you like, swingers? Harold: Do we look like swingers? Marcy: Swinging is about the sex. Nudism is about being unclothed. It has almost nothing to do with sex. It's about comfort and freedom and relaxation. Harold: Answer me, boy. Do we look like swingers? Me: Uh, no? Harold: Damn straight.

They were standing, holding drinks in their hands, looking like they were at a party. The next photo showed the blonde woman sitting on a couch. This time she was naked, her legs spread, and her pussy was shaved like it said in the ad. The third photo showed Greg. He was sitting on a deck chair by a swimming pool, naked as well, his erect cock flat against his belly.