Sexy Witch: Nude Boobs Sexy Story Barefoot Ecstatic Lesbian Kissing

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It was a photo session in the private swimming pool of an architecturally interesting villa.

The photographer let it slip to the owning landlady it would be good if somebody was swimming in it. She immediately agrees »that's no problem«.


»Oh, sure, I see«, started the landlady »I didn't take that into consideration at all. People usually swim naked here, that's the usual for me.«


After the photographer had made his suggestion, the landlady went to the lounge chairs, took her slippers off and the robe she was wearing. Soon it was evident she wore nothing under the robe at all.


She took two quick steps and jumped from the pool's edge into the pool itself and started to do a few routine strokes.


The photographer seized the chance to do a few pictures. They were perfectly bright and radiant, full of the clear and cool sophistication he was looking to convey through them, especially when the waves had faded out and the water's surface was calmed and even but for the swimmer's shape.


The woman, also on the photos he snapped, obviously naked in the clear water, made that cool sight carnal, soft and a lively contrast to the atmosphere – exactly as he had wished. That she was naked, gave the spirit of the photos some extra elegance and clarity.


The hostess gave no signs of shyness as she rose with her hips dripping wet in her shiny skin. »Are the photos ok?« She asked cheerfully at the photographer. He now realized the hard nipples on a body that was very carefully groomed except for a thin strip of shaved pubic hair.


»You got my naked butt in there?« She asked entertained, leaning over the laptop screen in which the photography perused the on-location photographs.


»I had no idea you were such a free spirit…« the photographer thus buried his most dominant thought and look straight at her at last.


»What do you mean?« She asked emphatically »Because I'm naked and not shy?«

(from Architecture)


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33 The Clairvoyant 

She gains her knowledge through a particular method. But she's very effective and nice to be read by too… 


116 Architecture 

He's a professional photographer. And now he's learning the deep secrets of the hostess' intimate life. 


120 Sexy Witch

She is aware of what makes life worthwhile. And now her daughter has come of age so she is ready to learn those lessons. Without ifs or buts. It belongs to her, it is our nature. 


141 The Ripper

The theatre play inspired by the famous London serial killer is amazing. The female lead lets her friends know how every evening the heat increases as she performs on stage… 


Sexy Witch is Marcus C. Hanon's new book. 4 wild stories of erotic adventures and understated humor in over 8500 words on more than 50 pages.  

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

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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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Dec 12, 2017
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Marcus C. Hanlon
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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USA Today and New York Times bestselling author of erotic romance Olivia Cunning has delighted readers with her wildly popular Sinners on Tour rock band series, the perfect blend of steamy sex, heartwarming romance, and wicked humor. Now, get all five scorching reads for one low price.

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1. Backstage Pass
It's been months since lead guitarist Brian Sinclair composed anything. But when sexy psychology professor Myrna Evans comes on tour to study groupie mentality, Brian finds the spark he needs to reignite his musical genius. When lust turns to love, can Brian convince Myrna that what they have is more than just a fling?

2. Rock Hard
The stage is the only place lead singer Sed Lionheart feels any passion since he lost Jessica, who broke off their engagement to go to law school. But trapped together on the tour bus for the summer, Sed and Jessica will rediscover their penchant for public encounters and the millions of steamy reasons they never should have called it quits...

3. Hot Ticket
Struggling with his past, bassist Jace Seymour seeks dominatrix Aggie to help placate his inner turmoil. Aggie doesn't have much use for men, but Jace quickly steals her heart. When Jace's position in Sinners is compromised, Aggie must help him regain his rightful place while showing him that time and love can heal all wounds.

4. Wicked Beat
When Rebekah Blake becomes the Sinners' new soundboard operator, she can't wait to seduce guitarist Trey. Instead she catches the eye of red-hot drummer Eric Sticks, who sets out to prove that he is the only man who can give her everything her dirty mind desires...

5. Double Time
On the rebound from the tumult of his bisexual lifestyle, rhythm guitarist Trey Mills falls for sizzling new guitar sensation Reagan Elliot. Ecstatic to be on tour learning the ropes with Trey's band, Reagan finds she craves Trey just as much as the spotlight. When Reagan's ex, Ethan, returns, Trey's secret desires flare, and Reagan agrees to a hot new world of sexual experience with the two men she loves the most.

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Marcus Wicker
“Tough talk for tough times. Silencer is both lyrical and merciless–Wicker’s mind hums in overdrive, but with the calm and clarity of a marksman. You have to read these poems.”  
—Tim Seibles, author of One Turn Around the Sun and finalist for the National Book Award

A suburban park, church, a good job, a cocktail party for the literati: to many, these sound like safe places, but for a young black man these insular spaces don’t keep out the news—and the actual threat—of gun violence and police brutality, or the biases that keeps body, property, and hope in the crosshairs. Continuing conversations begun by Citizen and Between the World and Me, Silencer sings out the dangers of unspoken taboos present on quiet Midwestern cul-de-sacs and in stifling professional settings, the dangers in closing the window on “a rainbow coalition of cops doing calisthenics around/a six-foot, three-hundred-fifty-pound man, choked back into the earth for what/looked a lot, to me, like sport.” 

Here, the language and cadences of hip-hop and academia meet prayer—these poems are crucibles, from which emerge profound allegories and subtle elegies, sharp humor and incisive critiques.

“There is not a moment in this book when you are allowed to forget the complexities of a black man's life in America. These poems evoke so much—strength, beauty, passion, fear. There is the quiet, ironic pleasure of life on a cul-de-sac juxtaposed with the tensions of always wondering when a police officer's gun or fists might get in the way of the black body. The stylistic range of these poems, the wit, and the intelligence of them offers so much to be admired. There is nothing silent about Silencer. What an outstanding second book from Marcus Wicker.” —Roxane Gay

“Marcus Wicker’s masterful and hard-hitting second collection Silencer is exactly the book we need in this time of malfeasance, systemic violence, and the double talk that obfuscates it all. Wicker’s poems have the wit and rhythmic muscle to push back against the institutional flim-flam. He writes the kinds of vital, clear-eyed poems we can turn to when codeswitching slogans and online power fists no longer get the job done. These are poems whose ink is made from anger and quarter notes. They remind us that to remain silent in the face of aggression is to be complicit and to be complicit is not an option for any of us.”
 —Adrian Matejka, author of The Big Smoke and finalist for the National Book Award and Pulitzer Prize

“Silencer is an important book of American poetry: wonderfully subtle, wholly original, and subversive. Politics and social realities aside, this is foremost a book that delights in language, how it sounds to the ear and plays to the mind.  We have suburban complacency played against hip-hop resistance, Christian prayers uttered in the face of dread violence, real meaning pitted against materialism, and love, in its largest measure, set against ignorance.  To say Silencer is a tour de force would be an understatement. What a work of true art this is, and what a gift Marcus Wicker has given to us.”
—Maurice Manning, author of One Man’s Dark and finalist for the Pulitzer Prize

"Silencer disarms and dazzles with its wisdom and full-throated wit. Wicker’s highly-anticipated second collection snaps to attention with a soundtrack full of salty swagger and a most skillful use of formal inventions that’ll surely knock you out. Here in these pages, sailfish and hummingbirds assert their frenetic movements on a planet simmering with racial tensions, which in turn forms its own kind of bopping and buoyant religion. What a thrill to read these poems that provoke and beg for beauty and song-calling into the darkest of nights."
—Aimee Nezhukumatathil, author of Lucky Fish and poetry editor at Orion Magazine
 
“With Silencer, Marcus Wicker writes a country, and that country is this country, these United States, right now, and that country is also black. In poem after poem, and with one of the best ears in the game, Wicker demonstrates the simple and difficult truth that we, as Americans, make each other, inescapably—Wicker’s America is a black America because it is America. But Silencer isn’t, for all that, a place of congratulatory hugs and campfire songs. How could it be? It is a place where we are seen: ‘Black squirrels, / they fit in, get along. Know no one. / They see other black squirrels & run.’”
—Shane McCrae, author of In the Language of My Captor and The Animal Too Big to Kill
Marcus C. Hanlon
 ***** Yea, that’s great! I really like it sexy.. 

***** Hot Hot

**** Awesome Book, fantastic Stories 

***** Coool


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. 

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Marcus C. Hanlon
 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. 

Marcus C. Hanlon
 ***** Yea, that’s great! I really like it sexy.. 

***** Hot Hot

**** Awesome Book, fantastic Stories 

***** Coool


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. 

Marcus C. Hanlon
 5 Stars »Yea, that’s great! I really like it sexy.«

She kept her eyes closed, because she knew that this sensation was more intense that way. She bit down on her lips. My fingers slipped over the incline of her coccyx and between her butt cheeks. As far as she could, she tiled her hips back and pushed her feet apart. The slit of her bottom had opened and I could easily see the soft brown hairs on the skin. Amid a crowd of people, she stood there, naked, parting her legs and shamelessly presenting her most intimate zones to me. 

I looked around. None of the remaining people seemed to notice us. Everyone had seen the naked beauty, and now they worked hard to refrain from giving into their inner longing of looking at her more closely. Most of them were busy with themselves or the boats on the river. 

My finger slipped deeper. The skin turned satiny soft and I felt the rounded incline of her anus. I pushed against it a little and she relaxed the muscle. My finger slipped inside, making her groan slightly. I softly moved the finger inside the opening of her body, slipping deeper still. It was damp and warm inside of her, and her sphincter muscle tightly wrapped around my finger. 

A feeling of being entirely revealed flooded her in that very moment. She had not expected that. She was standing there completely naked on the edge of the balcony and nothing hid her nakedness from the people down on the street or on the other balconies. And now, in front of everyone’s eyes, I happily penetrated her behind. She enjoyed wild lust. Her stomach touched the cool iron banister

This eBook presents Highlight from some of Marcus C. Hanlons highly appraised erotic novels. These stories that are here for the first time published in one volume all received top ratings of five stars from our readers.

(from Nude in Paris)


'Erotic Short Stories' is the latest anthology of highlights of the Top Stories by Marcus C. Hanlon. Wilde lust and entertaining irony.

Marcus C. Hanlon
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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Marcus C. Hanlon
 It was again one of those routine afternoons. The homework had been done together quickly and now they sat around, hugging, Emil, Jannik and the four girls, the upright Jule, the chaste Christina, the quiet Anni and of course Michaela, in the house of their parents where they had gathered as usual because of the generous space. 

The six were really good friends, really good. Michaela had last month celebrated her birthday to the age of majority and all went to see the graduation together.

The silence was long and heavy. A bit of Robbie Williams dabbled out of small speakers, everyone was dwelling on their own thoughts  and the sun heated up the room quite well through the windows. The summer was warm and everyone wore only casual summer dresses and the girls all were of course barefoot.

Suddenly, without any advance notice and without warning, Juli said: »I would like to dance completely naked. Do you know where you can dance naked? I mean, without being arrested immediately…« 

The silence continued for a moment, but now for another reason. Everyone was baffled, the chaste Christina even was a bit piqued. A witty smile crossed the boys' faces.

»What makes you think that's great to be…« Anni skeptically interjected »_naked_.« She said it as if it were a swear word. Only Michaela smiled openly at Juli.

Michaela quickly replied before the others got their mouths shut again »I used to dance naked in a disco. That was pretty nice. Somehow different, but nice.« Michaela nodded, confirming the truthfulness of her statement in her memory.

»You were… I mean naked?« Anni wanted to know, and still did not know if she was going to say something more, or just say it like that.

 »Who were you with, Michi?« Jannik wanted to know, because a slight jealousy stirred in him, which always made Michaela feel comfortable in the abdomen.

(from Nude Coeds)


You’ll find these two stories in this volume:

*107 Nude Coeds**

A small group is bored. Four girls and two boys, just past the threshold of adulthood, meet in the afternoon to explore life. It’s about their desires to try out and to playfully explore feelings, their body and sexuality. The girls are always more open in their fantasies - and to realize them together. The girls love to dance naked and without strings, and then one thing follows the other. A little unrestrained, a lot of first love, lustfully naked dancing, sensual massage and more.


**113 Casting** 

The young actress wants to take on a role in which clearly erotic scenes are played. How does she feel about this…?


»I would really like to dance completely naked. Do you know where you can dance naked?«

then she just pulled on the loose ends of the bows that held the bottoms together and with her next hip swing they fell uselessly to the ground.

Juli wasted no time and immediately kissed Michaela again on her lips.

»I'm so horny to do it now. Come on, let's do it.«

»…then you can get fucked by the masseur, if you want.«


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