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The conference room was now darkened by automatically descending blinds and the leader started the first video from her Tablet PC.


She explained: »Here you can see the working area of the ship. We’ve found that a large number of tropical plants, high humidity, and a high room temperature are ideal for wellbeing of the crew.«


The room that appeared on the video seemed relatively large, as it was not clear where the end of the premises could have been found behind the green plants. The controls and computer consoles nestled between the plants, like natural rocks of a landscape.


»You must understand that the main task of the crew on such a long journey is to check the proper functioning of the spaceship and to avoid boredom.«


In the final thought, she seemed to grin involuntarily, which somehow caught the journalist in their otherwise very dry businesslike manner.


At that moment, a woman came into the picture, went over to a computer terminal and made some input.


»That's Lea« the leader said. »She's been in the lab for 463 days now, living there in conditions the same way as in a spaceship.«


»She's… completely naked« stammered one of the two journalists, visibly irritated by the performance and the lack of clothing of the practicing astronaut.


»Yes, of course. Didn’t I say that?« the the project manager commented, unmoved, turning her upper body to the journalist. »We're investigating the possibility of all astronauts being naked during their entire journey aboard the spaceship.


We have indications that people feel happier and better and also interact more positively with each other when they are completely undressed.«


»This means… all the people in your lab are constantly naked?«


»Yes« the project manager explained. »Why not? Isn’t it our natural state? The sense of well-being in your own skin is the greatest in any case.«


»And you? Do you actively participate as a leader in the investigations?«


»Of course! I am the scientific director of the project and also live most of the time in the lab environment. I left the laboratory only today to receive you here.«


»And you are…«


The leader just chuckled and turned back to the video. She already knew the question and the journalists already had their answer.


(from 'Interstellar')


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About the author

 »M.C. Hanlon writes the most imaginative, unusual and brillant erotic stories you've ever read.«


M.C. Hanlon is writing erotic shorts for many years. He published several novels, anthologies and ebooks at Ars Amatoria Publishing. His stories are about shameless women, nymphomanic exhibitionists, swinging actresses, cool coeds, chaotic girlies and many other entertaining specimen of the species women.

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Ars Amatoria Publishing
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Apr 24, 2018
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Fiction / Erotica / BDSM
Fiction / Erotica / Collections & Anthologies
Fiction / Erotica / General
Fiction / Erotica / Science Fiction, Fantasy & Horror
Fiction / Romance / Erotica
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 ***** Yea, that’s great! I really like it sexy.. 

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There weren’t many people around, and those who were there disappeared into the tiny bistros around noon to grab a bite to eat and drink a cup of coffee. 

That’s how we got to walk around without any interruptions and look at the offered goods. After a while, we reached a tent offering jewelry and goldsmith’s works. It was a sort of dark tent made of dark blue linen. The front was lifted halfway and there was a table covered in velvet next to the entrance, where they offered the most beautiful pieces. There were countless ear rings, necklaces, broches, and rings. My darling looked at the pieces, but apparently didn’t find what she was looking for. She picked up every item, studied it intently, testing it out on her arm or the back of her hand to see if it matched her color. 

A thin golden chain caught my eye; as thin as a necklace but much longer. I asked the owner – a stocky Frenchmen with a beret – what it was and he covered his hand with his mouth while he explained that it was certainly a belly chain that could be worn around the naked stomach of a beautiful lady like mine. I showed my darling the item and she was over the moon. She took the chain in her tiny hands and felt it. It was light; a piece of work recounting a tale of impressive craftsmanship. 

»Should I put this on?«, she beamed in question. I agreed. 

She lifted her dress high above her breasts and asked me to put the chain on her. She wore neither panties nor a bra. I wrapped my arms around her naked stomach and carefully closed the chain. It hung loosely down her belly and the end dangled in front of her naked vagina. 

She artfully rotated her hips and the little chain went flying. Her breasts swayed, together with her soft round behind. She looked down her body and studied the jewelry intently. But she wanted to take an even closer look at how the chain decorated her body, so she pulled the dress over her head, draped it carefully over the table in front of us and was now standing completely naked in front of the tent. 

Then she lifted both arms up to the head and bent them at the elbows, so that her hands grabbed the back of her head. She looked at herself, then at me, and asked: »What do you think?«, and turned in a slow circle before me. The chain dangled around her stomach and she grinned like a little kid. 

»Ce bien«, the seller said in a business-like, very convincing tone. Then he lifted his index finger as if her were thinking, shortly thereafter disappearing into his tent. 

(excerpt from Nude in Paris)


Our 'Top Sex Stories' Series collects our most highly appreciated sexy stories. These stories that are for the first time available together in this anthology all got top five-star-ratings (*****) from our readers. 


3 Nude in Paris Paris, The city of love. Breakfast on a tiny balcony with a view the river. And a woman, who discovers and lives her joy of presenting herself to others. Out and about in Paris at night it’s easy to find many more opportunities for erotic escapades. Music and dancing invites you to feel free and uninhibited. 

4 Sex Party It’s a very relaxed bbq evening. Especially the hostess but also her friend indulge in nudism and soon her new girlfriend also gets infected by her freedom. One leads to another…

14 Nude-Roommate There is a new girl in the shared flat. She is a nudist by heart and stirs up things quite a bit. The result is plenty of nudity and hot sex. 

Top Sex Stories is the fist anthology of Marcus C. Hanlon's top stories. Wild lust and entertaining humor in more than 30,000 words on over 140 pages. 

5 Stars *****


»It's so nice to be with you again« Michaela called to me. I wiped my sooty hands on a cloth and came to meet her. She was beaming like an angel. Then she abruptly picked up her shirt and pulled it over her head; she shook her hair out of her face and dropped the shirt carelessly on the lawn. She was completely naked underneath and her beautiful breasts were wet with sweat in the evening sun. Her nipples were big and hard.


She embraced me passionately and pressed against me. I could feel her breasts clearly. Our eyes met for a moment and then she closed her eyes and kissed me. After that wonderful moment of loving and tender touch, she opened her eyes and smiled happily. »I missed you so much« she said. »You can not go on vacation like that for so long«


»Next time you just come with us« I replied, stroking her warm back.


She immediately accepted the idea. »Where do we want to go? Maybe in the mountains, or to the sea? That would be great!« 


She fantasized about various possible destinations. She took her arms away from me for a moment and, without loosening my embrace, began to take off her pants. She moved her hips slightly back and forth until she had pushed the pants down over her bottom and she fell down her legs, so that she could get out with a small step. She embraced me again with dedication, pressed her now completely naked body to me and talked about possible joint vacation plans. »I've always wanted to go hiking in the mountains?« She said, grabbing my bottom and gently stroking through the pants. In response, I ran both hands down her back and let my palms glide once over the female curves of her buttocks. Her skin was soft and hot and a little sweaty. She paused in her words and closed her eyes to enjoy the touch. Then she opened her eyes again and looked at me.


»What do you think of that?« She whispered, looking questioningly into my eyes. I had my hands on her bare buttocks and slowly kneaded her soft flesh.


»Very promising« I replied ironically.


She giggled, breaking the tension of ambiguity. »Oh, I wanted to do it all day« she explained. »It's so beautiful, completely naked. I feel so free – and it's the only bearable in this heat.« 


(excerpt from Sex Party)


It’s a very relaxed barbeque evening. Especially the hostess but also her friend indulge in nudism and soon her new girlfriend also gets infected by her freedom. One leads to another. . . 


Sex Party is Marcus C. Hanlon’s highly appraised novel. More than 8.000 words full of nudity, sex and fun. 


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When circumstances leave her with little choice but to volunteer for the Interstellar Bride Program, Hannah Johnson finds herself matched with not one but two mates. Her soon-to-be husbands are warriors of the planet Prillon, a world whose men are known far and wide for their prowess both in battle and in bed. 

Following her transport to a starship halfway across the galaxy, Hannah awakens in the presence of Zane Deston, the huge, fiercely handsome commander of the Prillon fleet. After informing her that she is now his mate, as well as the mate of his second, Zane takes it upon himself to supervise as Hannah is thoroughly and intimately examined. Her failure to properly cooperate with the ship’s doctor earns her a painful, embarrassing spanking on her bare bottom, but it is her body’s response to the exam which truly leaves her blushing. 

Though Hannah is shocked by the prospect of being shared by Zane and his second, the equally handsome warrior Dare, she cannot hide her arousal as her two dominant mates take their time in mastering her body. As the day of the claiming ceremony approaches, Hannah begins to long for the moment when Zane and Dare will make her fully theirs, but can she risk giving her heart to men who might die in battle any day? 

Publisher’s Note: Mated to the Warriors is a stand-alone book set in the same world as Assigned a Mate. It is an erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, medical play, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
 5 Stars »Yea, that’s great! I really like it sexy.«

She had pulled back the curtains and was now opening the door. The pleasant fresh spring air came in and the curtains blew back slightly with the motion, billowing slowly. It looked as if it was a little windy but still pleasantly warm. I stayed beneath the sheets and observed her. 

She walked out on the balcony until she reached the railing. She grabbed the forged railing with both hands, put her head back and let the sun shine down on her face. The wind blew around her naked legs. She remained motionless for a moment and sleepily looked over towards the river.

Then she started to examine her surroundings. She rested her lower arms on the railing and looked down at the street. It seemed like there was a lot going on as the noise of the people strolling by could be heard and she observed the on goings very closely. The morning breeze played with her silky shirt. It didn’t seem to bother her that the wind raised the hem of her shirt and revealed – sometimes more, sometimes less – of her bottom. She loves the feeling of being caressed and especially the sensation of the warm breeze on her naked skin. If somebody looked up from the street, surely the shirt would only cover little of her private parts.

Now she looked upwards to where our neighbors seemed to get out on their balcony. She smiled at them and wished them a good morning. After looking up at the façade of the hotel she focused her attention back on the people down on the street.

Then something interesting seemed to happen at the entrance of the hotel, which was diagonally below her. She leaned forward, her uncombed brown curls falling into her face, so that she had to pull them back. In the process of leaning over the railing she stretched her body, causing the shirt to ride up over her behind and exposing her backside almost completely. I could see her rump, saw the sensible gap between her round buttocks that went down to her soft lips. I’m sure the neighbors on the other balcony also had an amazing view of her naked butt.


The Book

Paris. The city of love.  Breakfast on a tiny balcony with a view the river. And a woman, who discovers and lives her joy of presenting herself to others. Out and about in Paris at night it’s easy to find many more opportunities for erotic escapades. Music and dancing invites you to feel free and uninhibited.

Told in an insightful and sensual manner, gentle and erotic.  Mindful, sensual and erotic, sexy and cheerful.  Eroticism also for women. Nakedness, exhibitionism, showing-off, revealing.

Naked in Paris is the first great work of Marcus C. Hanlon. More than 13.000 words full of eroticism and joie de vivre.

 4 Stars »Awesome Book, fantastic Stories.«

5 Stars »Coool.«


There was no Nudity in our small shared flat. Everything was normal until Eric moved out. Then a lot has changed. Well, strictly speaking, not directly because he moved out, but because he passed on his room to a quite remarkable contemporary. Her name was Irina and she also seemed quite normal – at first…


Her name was Irina and at first she seemed completely normal to us. With us I mean the left-over apartment ‘inmates’ Karin, Elisa, Peter and myself, Ralf. Just a regular shared apartment, as normal as any living arrangement of this kind can be when it consists of three singles and one woman, who likes to do her lover four to ten times a week – loudly. Elisa truly was without inhibitions and luckily her room was at the end of the hallway, otherwise this story would probably be about her escapades, told in a significantly more furious tone. But as it is now, there are others who plan to tell stories of Elisa’s moans, and I will be the one telling some tales of our newbie Irina, who moved in when spring came along. 

 

One day, she stood in front of our door and told us she was Eric’s backup, grinning wickedly as she did so. I can still see her standing there, in her flower-patterned shirt that fell over her dark blue leggings, her dark, shoulder-length hair that was tied in two funny ponytails and stood wildly from her head. I was a little perplexed but asked her to come in. She took off her shoes at the door like a good girl, revealed her bare feet and came inside. 


Eric had been gone for several days and his room was empty. I asked her if she’d even seen the room yet. I heard that she’d visited Eric a while back. Eric wasn’t exactly lazy when it came to picking up women, and so I could imagine that she knew his room, but maybe hadn’t yet seen it in daylight. I grinned a little. 


»Not what you think« she laughed and pushed me to the side. »Maybe not« she added with a flirty pout. 


I opened the room and she walked in like she already owned the place. 


»You have anything yet? Like a rent agreement?«, I asked her. 


»How do you manage that stuff?«, she replied and I explained how we usually did things around here. 


The day after, a gigantic matrass rang the doorbell. I opened and that humungous thing stood there. 


»Help me?«, the matrass said. I grabbed it and tried my hardest to maneuver the thing into our hallway, and since I knew that matrasses generally didn’t speak much, I had a feeling that Irina was literally behind the action. We lugged the matrass through the hallway and let it bang to the floor in her room. 


»Thanks« she said breathlessly. 


»What the hell kind of thing is that?«, I panted. She took off her shoes and threw herself down on the matrass. Lying on the stomach she grinned at me: »Only a woman is more comfortable to lie on. Trust me, I know that?« A really sweet and lively thing, I thought to myself. How agile she was indeed, wasn’t even starting to dawn on me at that point. 


»Can I help you?«, I asked in the hope that everything was already taken care of and that I would receive a small reward for the drudgery.


»Yeah..?«, she made a thoughtful face. Crap!, I spontaneously thought.


»But the rest is just small stuff that’s already up there?« Whew, you're in luck.


So, I disappeared into my room and after a while Irina waddled back toward the apartment door and came back a few minutes later with a large duffel bag. Then out again, in again, this time with two suitcases. Silence, finally digging and fumbling. Aha, she was tidying up. The room was furnished with a wardrobe and Eric had left two shelves on the wall. 


I focused back on my seminar work and tried my best not to slam my head down on the keyboard. She flitted past my room. Out of the corner of my eye, yellow alarm sensors registered skin. I woke up on the spot almost completely and immediately gruffly answered myself »daydreamer?«. 


Before I could finish the thought, I heard her voice very close to me. I switched gears internally right away, and tried to concentrate on the reality of the situation. Earth to Ralf, someone wants something from you. Probably female. I turned my head and looked to the door. She stood there, in other words, I just saw her head leaning around the left side of the door into my room. …


Wild lust and entertaining irony in more than 8.000 words on more than 50 hot pages. 

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