Nympho: Shameless Lesbian Nuru Massage Dirty Talk Polyamorous Adult Confessions Embarrassing Stories

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Anita was sure that she had found the right Christmas present for her parents this year. Above all, they wanted to learn more about her life, and they wanted to share in the life of their youngest not-anymore teenage daughter. That she had become a Nymphomaniac, they would probably understand that…

So Anita had followed that request and had compiled photos from the past few months of her life, photos of beautiful moments, or just beautiful snapshots. And now her mother unpacked the gift from the red Christmas wrapping paper and looked at the photo book. There was a large portrait of Anita, facing straight to the viewer and below it said: »One year from my life, for my dear parents.«

Her mother hugged Anita warmly and her father also thanked her. The photo book was professionally bound in a DIN A4 format, but it was bound on the short side. The pictures had to be large, so she had chosen full-page pictures.

Then her father picked up the photo book, opened the cover, and came to one page with an inscription written in soft, sweeping letters. He kept flipping through and the pictures started. On the right of the open double pages there was the first photo of Anita. 

The photo showed her under palm trees on a very beautiful sandy beach. But her father looked irritated at the picture. Anita sat cross-legged on her beach sheet and beamed friendly into the camera, her head slightly bent to one side. However, she wore no swimsuit and no bikini – to be honest – she was completely naked. 

Anita looked over her father's shoulder as he stared at the picture. He did not quite know what to think of it, but she laughed happily and began to tell that the picture was taken in the Caribbean, where she spent a two week vacation  last January.

»There was a nudist beach?« the father asked a little skeptically.

»Yes, of course« Anita answered. »Well, no… but no one objected that I was naked« she curtailed happily.

»You have a pretty seamless tan, too« her mother remarked appreciatively.

"Yes, it's nice, isn't it?« Anita answered. »That's because I was always naked in the sun. Some wore a one-piece, or a two-piece bathing suit – and I just wore a zero-piece« which she apparently found a very good joke.

Her mother smiled widely and the father apparently spontaneously decided not to pursue the topic. He kept turning the pages.

On the next page, Anita was apparently on a stage with other girls.

»That was the wet-T contest in the beach disco!« she exclaimed. And then she added »It's basically a naked competition, of course. That's why I have not participated with a wet T-shirt for long, but just taken off everything. That made me win, because all the other girls were too prudish to take off their panties. What's a nude competition for, if you don't get undressed to be naked on stage?«

»But did you want to show yourself to everyone…?« asked the mother a bit bithered.

»Yes, of course, I'm a girl!« Anita exclaimed. »And I really like to be naked. I love my body. Why does one have this wonderfully sensitive naked skin if no-one never frees it to show it to everyone. My body is no secret. And my feelings aren't either. I can show everything. My body is a gift that I can freely give to others.«


Anita gives her parents a photo book and uses the pictures to tell episodes of her life. Since she prefers to be extensively naked and likes all forms of sex. Her parents wonder every now and then about their very adult daughter. Shameless, exhibitionistic, sexy, wild, sprawling, spicy and a bit nymphomaniac.

Nympho is Marcus C. Hanlon's hot novel on a very special specimen of woman. More than 8.000 words full of nudity, sex and fun. 

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 »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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Nov 29, 2017
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 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. 

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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