A Swimming with Kate Story More about Frances and Ben and Kate and me. Nudity may not lead to sex, and being nude in itself isn't necessarily a signal that you want sex, but it sure puts you in touch with your body when you feel the sunshine, warm air, and breeze on your bare skin. If you're swimming nude, the water flows over you and touches all the right places. What happens next is up to you. Possibilities. That's what swimming nude means. A note on the codes: the Mm is very light.
I hadn't originally planned on writing a sequel to "A Very Lucky Man," but I got so many nice emails requesting one that I couldn't resist. This story picks up a year after the first. Our hero arrives home from work early to find his lovely young daughter engaging in naughty experimentation with a boy from down the street and is inspired thereby.
A brother and sister, in late blossom, get to spend a week alone down in Florida. There's some young stuff as a side story, but not that young, and as always handled in a very Losgudian manner. The endnote is worth reading.
You write books that will never see publication. Until you get noticed by your lesbian neighbor who works for a small press. You have a wife and she has a partner, and then the fun begins. Any real lesbian will declare the premise of this story total bunk. Well, duh, that's the very definition of fiction slash fantasy. To my loyal readers: I have to go on a small hiatus--read the endnote.
When Kylie, a black college coed, is asked to change room assignments by her sorority, she doesn't realize that her new roommate is a dominant lesbian determined to turn Kylie into her personal pussy slave!