This is a short story about a dream I had about attending an orgy… I was driving an old Jeep Wrangler as I pulled into the parking lot at a large resort. There were several single-story stucco buildings, in close proximity to each other, on some acreage. I parked, got out of my Jeep and immediately stripped off all my clothes. I walked into one of the buildings and went into a sauna full
It was pride weekend in Dallas and I was hoping to just avoid the mess and crowds so I had planned to be out of town but my schedule changed. Lucky for me (good or bad?) a friend decided he was coming to town, but did not tell me until he was on his way. We had gone out to the Eagle to check out the men, packed but very little, okay no, action was directed toward us. I really tried to put
I knew what Island House was going to be, sort of a clothing optional resort with a little bathhouse element to it. For my first vacation by myself I thought I would give it a shot and see if I would be brave enough to participate in the possible goings on. I arrived on Saturday December 13th and got a quick tour and went to my room. I spent a few days wanting to get naked and wander
I knew what Island House was going to be, sort of a clothing optional resort with a little bathhouse element to it. For my first vacation by myself I thought I would give it a shot and see if I would be brave enough to participate in the possible goings on. I arrived on Saturday December 13th and got a quick tour and went to my room. I spent a few days wanting to get naked and wander
I knew what Island House was going to be, sort of a clothing optional resort with a little bathhouse element to it. For my first vacation by myself I thought I would give it a shot and see if I would be brave enough to participate in the possible goings on. I arrived on Saturday December 13th and got a quick tour and went to my room. I spent a few days wanting to get naked and wander
It was an unusually cool Tuesday in Texas with a chance for rain, rather than take my Harley out for a ride I booked a massage to cut some of my stress. The massage therapist was a hot older guy that I would totally let fuck the hell out of me but it was not a massage-hooker but a business with two massage therapists in a little office in a larger town nearby. No draping was necessary and
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