A story in the This Naked World Universe
A young Lifestyle Nudist teenager discovers he has three wishes that he hopes his penis, as his newly discovered magic wand, can grant. This story is about the fulfillment of the third wish with the fulfillment of the first two recounted in the previous story… Kaden’s Magic Wand.
At 28 years old, Billy Sherman lost his job, his home, his pickup, his girlfriend, and his pride to the economy. His dad was a 'handy man' all his life and Billy is now taking his dad's tools and starting a new trade. He meets some interesting people along the way. A lot of them are women. Billy has a weakness for women, he's a 'butt man' and he can't resist looking or touching when opportunity comes knocking. Billy becomes a busy man at his new trade.
Serori has been exposed to a whole new world, one that she knew existed but never thought she would be a part of, partially because it isn't allowed. This whole new world within the human world is attractive and soon becomes consuming. Are aliens really any different than us?
A Blues Story Mark, a math geek, is assigned by his teacher to tutor little miss rich girl in Algebra. It's a formula for experimentation that adds up to something neither of them planned on. They find out one plus one might make three! Who says math is useless in everyday life? / (Reviews)
People keep asking me what I'm doing these days and such. So much has changed in my life in the past few months it's hard to even know where to begin but hopefully this will help out. It was time for a change, that was for sure, and what better way than to spend an evening out with my cousin Kristen?
An AU scenario where instead of Makoto's debut has her saving Usagi from the thugs who corner her in an alleyway, things take a sharp turn for the worse.
During a family vacation, young girl, Indy, has a sexual awakening. The story follows her coming of age as a sexually active young woman. Exploring and experimenting, giving in to her curiosities.
Once a year, the gate opens—for Aisha and Elior alone. The garden remembers them, and as vines part and figs split, they answer its call with sweat, laughter, and a hunger sharpened by absence. Among trembling leaves and blooming fire, their bodies meet in a ritual of rhythm and release. What begins with a pomegranate becomes worship and undoing. This is no paradise. It’s something wilder—sacred, erotic, and entirely theirs.