In 1961, before I had access to the pill, I was a camp counselor. One weekend, we played a banzai stripping game. I don't know how many of us were virgins when the weekend began, but when the weekend was over, there were no virgins left. My daughter was born the following spring. I'm not sure which guy is the father.
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Sometimes I'll tell you when a story is true. Sometimes I'll tell you when a story is fictional. Sometimes I won't tell you either way. This is one of those times. In 2001, I entered this story in Nanpa's Photo Contest. The challenge was to explain the photo at the website. The photo shows two women in a pool, one naked and one wearing a bikini. The bikini-clad woman is holding the naked woman's bikini in the air.
This story is about a wager between two women, on an NFL football game. It is a five part clothing wager. Each quarter of the game stands alone, with the final score being the fifth part. Each woman is only wearing four garments. The loser has to pay two penalties, one on Sunday afternoon and evening, and one at lunch on Monday.
I wanted to get to know Ray better, so when he invited me over to watch Sunday football with his friends, I accepted. The friends didn't show up. After a while, we began to wager a buck on the next play. Then we were wagering our clothing. Eventually, the loser would become the servant.
Expanded revision of the original Frat Boys story, based on reader comments. It is about 20+ years in the life of a sorority girl. Her parents force her to go to the prom. She is raped instead. The frat boys next door did the heavy work for the sorority, in return for 'mercy fuck' duty by sorority pledges. Her duty was to deal at the frat's poker night. Whenever a hand was won with a full house or better, it cost her a garment. After the last hand was dealt, she must give her first blowjob.
My friend Stan and I took a one-day trip to Yuma, to see a Padres spring training game. On the way, we decided to skip the ballgame, and drive farther. A week later, we were visiting friends in Dallas. They took us to a party, which ended up in a no holds barred strip poker game.
One of my great goals in life is to break one hundred, in both golf and bowling. This is the fictional story about a golf game I never played, with people I've never met. I call my story "Golf, A Skins Game." As the game progressed, more and more skin was exposed. Only one of us rode home fully dressed. Of the other three, two rode home naked. This is NOT a stroke story.
Payoff on a lost bet. I must drive home alone, 550 mi, in halter, shorts and heels. No undies; I look like a hooker. I visit a friend on my way outa town. She got revenge for an old dare. I left soaking wet, clothes plastered to me. I had a flat on I-5. My spare sucked. My credit card expired. A grandpa hits on me. For an after hours alignment, I agree to bring beer and condoms. I can't get a motel room. I drove 160 mi topless. I was broke, and ran outa gas. I got home a day late.
