“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.    

“It’s nothing, chica.  It’s the beautiful body God gave you.  You’re no puta.  You’ll still be a virgin!  And it’s for a good cause!” ​         Remembering Rosa’s comforting words did not help.  It was her third dance and it was now time for Guadalupe -- stage name “Naughty Nina!” -- to take off her G string.  She said a short prayer and, careful to keep her hips gyrating, balanced her petite body carefully on the clunky, ridiculously high heeled sandals.  She bit her lip as

Next on the agenda was “Greetings from the Sire”. It was Frau Redl who had the honor of introducing him. “Members of the International Assembly, observers, staff, Board Members, physicians, members of the press, I am proud to introduce the young man who powers the Project, feeding it every day, making it grow, who has given so much, in a literal sense, for the health of the human race, the Sire, Khalil David Schreiber, or as we all know him, Kai-Kai! ” Another

This is Part 4 of “Tami, the Naked Freshman”. Percy Jorgon, age 52, Dean of Campbell - Frank College for three years, Assistant Dean at another college for eight years before that, was a longtime veteran of bureaucratic politics.  He was good at stroking egos, and at gently crushing them.  He knew how to get his point across with such subtlety that one could hardly know that the point was his.  He could engineer controversies and purges without anyone being able to de

This is Parts 9 and 10 of “The Long Escape”.         It was not one of your more glamorous exhibition halls, a little run down, Tami told herself as they drove up to it.  It reminded her of the auditorium part of her high school, only bigger.  Actually it was a remodeled hockey rink, with a modest front entrance, above which was a little banner that said, “Sexpo 2001”.           The nude girl bit her lip.  She knew McMasters would be demonstrating some of his sex toys, using

On this spring evening, around the dorms at Campbell - Frank College, the scent of newly risen flowers and fertile, moist earth mingled in the air with young voices from the open windows.   From Pilgrim Hall, Rankin Hall, and the other dorms, students could be heard chatting, laughing, sometimes singing, music from CD’s playing here and there.   Mid-terms over, finals a long way away, an easy, carefree season.           In Pilgrim Hall, Room 207, Jeanette and Latosha, sociolo

He caught up with Brigid after the bell, and walked with her toward the new wing for their last period, Chemistry.  But they didn’t get there because Ms. Kleinfelter stopped them.  She seemed nervous and rushed.           “Miss O’Dierna, sorry for imposing again, but .  .  .  new uniform .  .  .  changes .  .  .  why don’t we go into my office here.  It will only take a minute.”           Ms. Kleinfelter whisked Brigid into her office.  Rod waited in the hall, looking at the

The class went on for the next few minutes, during which Mr. Gianelli reviewed the quadratic formula and the guys in the back of the room reviewed Brigid’s bare shoulders and either her left or right butt cheek, depending on which side of the room the guy was on.           “Attention.  Brigid O’Dierna, please report to the Principal’s Office.”  It was the scratchy voice of Ms. Kennedy, the Main Office secretary.           This announcement jolted everyone.  What is going on? 

Rod tried to fight his way in to see what the crowd of kids was looking at, without seeming like he was trying to imitate the gametime moves of the football team guys who were in their uniforms on this “Uniform Day”.  There was one overhead light that was brighter than the others, in the center of the lobby, and that was what they were crowding around.  Rod was not a short guy but he couldn’t get a glimpse, especially since some of the Tunemasters even came to school in their

This is parts 19 - 21 of “Tami Beethoven”, told through the eyes of Professor Vanessa Congi (whose name, like several in these stories, is taken from the works of F.E. Campbell, whom I owe a great debt to). In “Tami Beethoven”, Tami has become used to permanent nudity and is constantly pursued by a small army of “TL’s”(Tami Lickers).    “Sorry to interrupt your work, Tami,” said Assistant Dean for Student Affairs Vanessa Congi.           “That’s -- uh -- O.K.  I’m -- uh -- a

Could I have written it better? It's from "The Girl in the Mirror", 25 years ago. Tami, after her first semester of enforced nudity, is home for Christmas break. Well . . . They came drifting in like a dream to the sleeping girl.  Christmas carols played by Salvation Army style horns.  She opened her eyes and her room was magically brighter than usual.  A quick glance up told her why.  The back yard was a soft, silent heaven of white stuff.  Big wet flakes were com

Xifeng turned over, and because she was hugging Ngo-kwang, that girl turned over too, then all the girls repositioned.  There was no danger of falling off the mattress.  It was twelve feet across, with a little wooden table in the middle that the girls used as a nightstand.  At present it held the five decafs that Tami had made for them after foot-stretching.  For any Mailgirl taking good care of her feet was of first importance.  Every night and every morning they stretched

He is a short, distinguished-looking man, obviously from afar, with a top hat, carefully tended beard, and an elegant suit with a fob chain in his vest pocket.  They have seen him before, watching the women unpack the vegetables at market, perched on one of the benches where the businessmen in town chat, the bankers and the contractors and the lawyers, as their wives buy what they need for the week.  On the third week he makes so bold as to approach Nudische, who not seeing h

Rosa brought Guadalupe out the back door which opened up to a rickety little porch.  The club was outside of town, basically a big old cabin perched on the edge of a huge sand pit surrounded by weeds.  There was a rock to prop the door open with.  After Rosa kicked it into place she said, “How was it?” ​​         Guadalupe, by now overdressed in her blouse and jacket, covered her breasts as if she were naked again.  “I - I don’t know if I can keep doing this.” ​​         The

She went on with that figure ten times, twenty times .  .  .  She was lost in her own world, just her and that figure, trying to master it.  Rod watched as her face got a little red, and then the area over her breasts started getting red too.  Her toes slowly wiggled and flexed on the floor with her level of concentration.  This is typical Brigid, he told himself.  Practicing over and over, just like with her baton, determined to get it just right.           “Got it!” she sai

“Gaspar!  Bring her here!” ​         “Ah -- your unclothed maid-of-all-work.  Her savage beauty is well known, cousin.  What is her name again?” ​         “It is a crude Anglish name, Alysoun.  I have not given her a proper one.” ​         “She bows obediently.” ​         “Yes, she is well behaved.  Though what notions reside in her half-formed mind, only God knows.” ​         “One must concede that nature by itself often produces a beauteous body.  She is like a finely bred

McNALLY You should just write this stuff instead of making me do it in real life.  With everyone leering at every little bit of me.  I’m surprised you didn’t supply magnifying glasses. MEIER They weren’t leering. McNALLY They sure as hell were leering. . . At least some of them.  And where did you get the loony ideas about talking twats?  Yams in the butt? MEIER Online.  That kind of stuff used to really be performed, in the 70’s and 80’s. McNALLY And what was that photo abou

“I can’t believe this is going to go over well,” Mitzi says, as Mordecai paints another flower onto her concave tummy. ​         “This film will be the backdrop to my multimedia presentation.” ​         “Ha!” Saul harrumphs.  “Suns on her boobs, planets on her butt, stars on her toes.  Now flowers.  You and your beatnik friends.” ​         “If I can get that old 8 millimeter to work, it will be ‘out there, man’.  We don’t have to use those bright overhead lights any more.” ​

Are you sure D. is properly secured in those “scaffold” scenes?  Her spasms during orgasm are so violent as to shake the entire flimsy structure.  I am afraid it will collapse, or that she will break the ropes and fall.  We have to be sure that she is never in danger of injury.  Putting a mattress on the ground, out of camera view, is not sufficient.  Along those lines, note that it is unhealthy for her to be suspended upside down for more than a few minutes. ​ You might have