Nudism Stories

A The Pyx Series Story
Pyx has chosen Alex as her master, but she has much to learn. But she's not the only one who needs training.

The mother of a single dad comes for a visit with him and her grandson.

A girl awakens, trapped in a cramped cage. Can she escape, or will she come to love the cage?

A Danielle story
My name is Matt, and I work part time at a coffee shop. We've had some trouble enforcing the lockdown rules, so my boss came up with a creative solution that led to the greatest experience of my life. There was this girl - this really pretty girl - and ... well, who knew she would take the rules literally?

On an exploratory road trip to the east coast I found the perfect home in New Hampshire. Now, if I could buy it I'd be happy...If I could find someone to sell it...If I could find out who owns it...and what about the fine red lines surrounding the house when it's foggy? Why do most of the old men look alike and why are the women young, buxom, blond and beautiful. But, most of all, what casts the shadows on the windows?

Lisa has been suddenly transferred away from her super-hot boyfriend Steve in Atlanta to the NC mountains. After lonely months, a lesbian seduces her, steals from her, and disappears, just as Hurricane Helene strikes and leaves her homeless. When she calls him asking for help, he needs only seconds to offer her shelter, and a bed. Heh. His parents come over to help out; they're very open-minded.

Siblings Emma and Mike Baker, high school students, live in a tiny city apartment with their two parents. Surprise! After three years of exile there, they're returning to their suburban house, and reconnecting with their next-door neighbors and friends, Dora and Paul Lincoln. All four are similar ages, but puberty has changed them. A lot. Their four parents are reconnecting too. The Lincolns have added a pool, and some pineapple-themed decor. Hmm.

An archaeologist finds a statuette of a Fertility Goddess on a dig and is compelled to smuggle it home, where it causes changes in her, her children, her neighborhood, and more.

The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across Redwood Estate as I patrolled the neighborhood, the call for a "disturbance" involving two young women ringing in my ears. At first, I thought it was nothing—just a couple of kids making noise. But when I arrived, my heart skipped. Two identical girls, standing naked in the street, explained it was their family's tradition. The law had an exception for cultural practices, and there was nothing I could do.