“I’m getting cold.  Let’s get going.”  And she picked up her bag.           They went over the rise and into the clearing into the glorious view of the ridge, huge and distant, the stand of redwoods going up to the rocky precipice to the right, above the expanse of forest.  The path then wound around to the left, down into a little cove and a bridge over a stream, then up again.           “Unhhh!  Unhhh!”           Corey and Lisa looked at each other and exhaled in exasperati

Tami Smithers tried to numb her mind as she walked into Chalfont, ignoring the close inspection of her breasts and bare butt as she passed by the usual gaggle of white-coated nerdy students milling around the entrance. They all knew her weekly schedule and tried to be around to see her come in.  The naked girl adjusted her bookbag strap and walked in, noticing that even the sunny day and fresh spring air did little to change the musty, creepy atmosphere inside.  To insulate h

I shouldn’t have been surprised by his businesslike manner; after all, Prof.  Harald Warmspring was the Dean.  But I didn’t expect the head of this fashion institute to be built like a linebacker.  His biceps seemed to bulge out of his shirtsleeves.  None of the swishiness I saw in some of the other faculty teaching their respective classes up and down the hall.  When he got done with his New Synthetics class, he whisked me briskly down the hall, turning down the opposite hal

Bracing her hands behind her on the front table where her papers lay, Tami stood bolt upright in front of the class, giving them an unembarrassed full frontal view of her statuesque nakedness.  Her topic: measuring bra size.           “My, uh, project is on a very basic topic, but I think one that maybe could be done better.”  Tami had little trouble with public speaking, having been Vice President of the student government in her sophomore year.  “I think you girls, anyway,

The wind and icy rain continued to pelt the quad.           One might think that, of all people, changes in weather would affect Tami, whose naked body had no protection from the elements, the most. In fact it seemed to affect her the least. Summer or winter, hot sun or cold rain, gentle breeze or gale-force wind, Tami walked across the quad with pretty much the same pace, on this occasion her feet splashing casually through the melting slush, her upright frame accepting the

Another sequence I’m fond of. This Parts 26 - 27 of “Tami Beethoven”. The atmosphere in the crowded dining room was electric.           The seven onlookers stood around the seated, slightly overweight figure of Mayree, Tami and Rod’s old friend, back in town for the St. Patrick’s Day weekend.  Mayree’s husband Brad, tall and dark and silent as always, stood behind her, watching what she was doing with a quizzical interest.  As was Rod.  Not so quizzical was the inter

This was where the story invaded another genre. To some readers it was too much.         Now she was led down another hall and into a pen with no name plates.  She was pushed in with a knee in the back.  Then, to her surprise, they didn’t close the waist-high door.  It turned out the doors were only ornamental.  A set of bars were drawn out from a channel in the wall and they clanged shut in front of her.  Like a jail cell.           The naked teenager, trying to hold back t

. . . and finds her way back to college for her sophomore year (and latest plan to get into clothes). This is from near the end of “‘Tami Smithers Was Here’”. P.S . I highly recommend Bikerbloke (fka “Biker”and “Bikertoo”) and his inventive “Jenny” drawings, which were an inspiration for this series. He has them up now at Deviantart.      This is a real find.  A beautiful naked girl sleeping on the beach, lying on her stomach, arms and legs spread as if out on a mattres

She’s from Rhode Island, which is not a gun-toting state. This is from Part 19 - 20 of “‘Tami Smithers Was Here’” and she's in Mississippi.          “Oh, good grief,” Dyle said, reaching over to cut off a forkful.  “Just so you know it’s not poison, or loaded with some super-strong laxative.”  He gulped it down.           Tami wrinkled her chin.  Then, still holding one arm across her breasts, she switched the silverware to the left side, took a fork and started eating.  The

This is from my new book, “Strong Naked Women”, available on Amazon. https://www.amazon.com/Stong-Naked-Women-Historical-Examples-ebook/dp/B0FSGCS9LF/ref=sr_1_2?dib=eyJ2IjoiMSJ9.wur6PVI8LB3VmeyPTxn1PelMB578Vdmjiu2WfAFS0THGjHj071QN20LucGBJIEps.fHPl_-XrculnkzDqo99oSRcryXoltdf9GCdCEV9Qlmw&dib_tag=se&qid=1770656104&refinements=p_27%3Adonnylaja&s=digital-text&sr=1-2&text=donnylaja# June 4           Yesterday, Sunday, she had knelt down to try the blocks on Abigail, taking the pins

This is a long sequence, set about two months later, Parts 22 - 26 of “Tami the Strong”. As you can shortly tell, written in 2000.         Damn these April blizzards.           The two friends contemplated the gusty whiteness from behind the protection of the glass doors of the dorm foyer.  Outside were updrafts and downdrafts and crossdrafts of white powder, above soft white dunes a foot high, the stiff driving wind so forceful that the powder hit the glass doors with a sou

This is from Parts 3 - 4 of “Tami the Strong”. I was careful not to get too unrealistic with how a naked girl, even if well-toughened from months of exposure, would survive a Vermont winter.      Tami decided to put her mind to getting ready for the first day of classes.  They were in the dead of winter now, the deep freeze this north country was famous for.  Tami had heard that in January and February, weeks could go by without the temperature going above zero, even in the

She turned onto Rodney Street, and the modest house that was the home of Professor Eltin Schreiber of the Foreign Language Department, Ellen Schreiber of the Biology Department, and their adopted son, the Sire, though his given name was Khalil, and everyone still called him by his childhood nickname, Kai-Kai. Checking her cell phone she saw that she was right on time —7:15 a.m. She was welcomed in by Kai-Kai’s parents, who were leaving to go to a conference down in Redding. G

Another smile from Dareen.  “I don’t eat pork.  My religion.”  Then quickly she said, “I’ll have the pizza burger.”  She knew Billy was feeling awkward, first ordering beer and then recommending ham.  Yet she was liking him more.  They had never hung out like this before.  It made her feel relaxed, less shy.           As they ate Dareen noticed Billy wasn’t touching his beer.  Finally she said, “I order you to drink that.”           Billy obliged with a modest sip.  “You don’

The flight test was a relief, a momentary respite from the constantly peering eyes.  They had gone out to a clearing, branches snapping under her feet as she walked, then Dr. Vanaver had set up his radar gun and all she had to do was jump and be off.  Up past the tops of the trees she was out of their sight, though the sensor she clasped in her hand told them where she was.  She felt good doing her loop-de-loops and dives and ascents as if she were once again in the night sky

The boy had to be kept naked at all times, and nudity, even so innocent and well-meaning, was a stumbling block to many cultures, even with him still in Semillas. As she took another sip she remembered reading about the long back-and-forth between the Region 4 people and the Health Minister of the emerging country of South Sudan, an afflicted area where the Project had already run an obstacle course to get official approval for penetration. Fortunately the official language o

Angela tuned back in to the conversation around the snack bar table. She noticed that the three women were listening quietly while the young men were talking. This gave the air of a polygamous society with “sister wives” who were utterly subservient. Of course that was not true here. But the women were from far away and not familiar with what was going on in Semillas, so their lack of comment was not surprising. During a lull one of them, Ms. LePen, finally spoke up.

Ms. Chakravarty had to put a damper on adolescent enthusiasm. “It’s not quantity that matters,” she said with as gentle a voice as she could manage. “Many men new to Tantrism see it as some kind of game. They treat the woman like she’s a, well, a pinball machine.” “A what? Oh . . .” The boy at first did not understand the historical reference, but then remembered. “It’s more a matter of intensity,” the older woman explained, “which has a spiritual element to it. I’ll send you

“Here we go again, Steve.  If this is what I think it will be, they will let us in just as she is reaching, uh, sexual climax.  Mr. Zhou?”             “Yes, Mr. Dynarski, Mr. Poris.  If you will only wait a moment . . . you may enter now.”             “OHHHH!  OHHHH!”             “Steve -- don’t look away! . . . YOUR HIGHNESS, GOOD AFTERNOON!”             “OHHH!  OHHH!  ohhhh  . . . G - good afternoon . . . Nick . . . ohhh . . . “             “This is horrible!”             “

The game of dodgeball started slowly, each side afraid to go after the other, but soon both sides got more aggressive and each found their style.  The guys, at least the stronger guys, lost any inhibition about throwing as fast as they could.  Rod wasn’t among the strongest but he tried not to cower in the back like the unathletic boys.  He protected the right flank, dodging successfully and throwing his shots as hard as he could -- at the girls’ legs, the best strategy.