Reject Reality

I've got a few stories on the back burner. No clue which ones will get moved to the front, whether they'll stay there until done, etc. "Quick N' Dirty Fix" is a Milf office sex tale. Most of the setup was done long ago, but I abandoned it when the transition into the sex wasn't going smoothly. The last time I picked it up recently, that transition wasn't working out any better for me. "Quite Neighborly" is a group sex tale. I'd already written the setup quite some time ago, and made the transition into the sex. All this one needs is to finish what will be a long sex scene. I'm trying to get every first letter represented by every pen name, and I was missing Q as RR LOL So, there have been a couple started. Eventually one of them will finish and fill in that alphabetical gap. "Three Cheers" is a quickie triple blowjob story. Still in the concept stage. "Jessica's Rabbit Hole" is about a woman from the neighborhood named Jessica Coney. Redhead, hot, last name means "rabbit". Naturally, everyone called her "Jessica Rabbit". Unfortunately for all the guys drooling over her, she was a lesbian. Our protagonist has been friends with her since fifth grade. He's about to find out there are some few and far between, very specific exceptions to her lesbian status. "Air T-N-A" is a exhibitionist voyeur story. There's this incredible house that's available as a resort, but only by invitation, and only to hot young women. The place is absolutely filled with cameras. The price drops and the perks increase with nudity. "At Heaven's Bate" is about an aspiring filmmaker and a neighborhood girl he's always crushed on, but never asked out. When she wants to make a masturbation video and comes to him... Still in concept stage. "Reel to Real" is about a guy who used to do porn years ago, and since he got divorced, he's had to go back into the biz to make ends meet. The best paying jobs for a man his age are father-daughter porn. The title probably gives away the rest. I've got several different concepts running for another incest tale, all quite similar. I'm fiddling with each of them, trying to figure out which one will eventually flow. One is girlfriend introducing his mother. One is middle-aged brother and sister renewing an incest relationship from college, only to find out his daughter and sister have been at it too. Another is girlfriend bringing his sister into the fun. Depending upon which one flies, how long it is, etc., any of those could end up as a Les story. Currently, I'm working on "Quite Neighborly" whenever I take a break from SOTM as Dark.

Here's a quick preview of "Something Afoot". Obviously, since I just finished the first draft, this is completely unedited. ================================ I had just pulled up to the apartment I shared with my sister after a trip to the grocery store when I got a text from her. I shut off the car and checked the text before climbing out. “I know it’s so weird, but don’t forget my tampons. Please?†I shook my head and chuckled. Little did she know that my ex-girlfriend had broken me of that phobia. It seemed that every other month she would run out, and I’d have to go to the store for her, to an aisle no man should ever venture into. Other than the sex, it was probably the only good thing to come out of the relationship. “Already have them. Just got home from the store,†I texted back. “Sorry to make you go through that, but thank you.†The store was out of her way coming home from college, but something else wasn’t. “As long as you pick up the free pizza on my account, and it counts as my turn cooking, we’re even.†“Done. I should be home by five.†That saved me from having to make something for dinner that evening. Happy with the outcome, I gathered up the eight bags of groceries on one arm, and headed for the apartment. Unlocking the door proved an adventure as usual, but I was determined not to make more than one trip. It was a matter of male pride, and doubly necessary because I’d just bought tampons for my sister. The place was clean, which was the big plus since Becky had moved in with me. In her last year of college, she was tired of the dorm life. I had an extra room, couldn’t stand the thought of her having to move back in at home, and I’d always got along with her, so her cleaning up and pitching in when she could worked out for us. Of course, we were both between relationships at that point. I wasn’t looking forward to the weirdness that was sure to happen when one or the other of us hooked up. Once the groceries were put away, I kicked back and enjoyed my reprieve from cooking duties by watching the last couple of episodes of a series I’d started binge-watching over the previous weekend. Becky would have been pissed if she found out that I watched them without her, but I wasn’t dumb enough to let her find out. The credits rolled with five minutes to spare, and I looked forward to playing it cool when we watched the shocking conclusion together in a couple of days. Sis arrived with the pizza, and I flipped the box open almost as soon as it hit the coffee table in front of the couch. “Pig,†she teased as I took the first bite. “Nag,†I answered with a mouthful of pizza. She made a gagging sound and said, “Gross.†The doorbell rang, and before I had time to wonder who it could be, Becky explained, “Vera’s coming over to borrow a book.†That was one of the disadvantages of living with my sister – the regular stream of her hot little coed friends dropping by. Becky and I had made an agreement years before, while still living at home, that dating each other’s friends was off limits. So the parade of hotties was nothing more than cruel temptation. Vera was a particular weakness. The redhead was a year older than Becky, and had a smoking hot body. She also loved to flirt with me, knowing I couldn’t do anything about it. I knew I was in extra deep trouble when Becky opened the door to reveal Vera in a pencil skirt, open-front jacket, heels, and stockings. She looked incredible – classy and sexy – but it was the stockings that were the real kicker. I’ve got a serious thing for stockings and feet. Don’t ask me why, because I couldn’t tell you if I tried. There was no denying it, though. “So, how is it going at the new job?†Becky asked as she let Vera in. It was all I could do to eat my pizza and feign disinterest as the redhead’s heels clicked on the tile in front of the door. Vera answered, “Not too bad. I’ve made a couple of friends, and haven’t screwed anything up yet.†I’d been waiting for it, and sure enough, she turned toward me. “Hey, Andy. Have you been hitting the gym?†she asked, and then made a sultry meowing sound. I rolled my eyes, feigning indifference, and said, “Hello, Vera.†“God,†Becky laughed, and then said, “Come on,†while walking toward her room. “I just want to borrow him for a few minutes. Or maybe an hour. Or two,†the redhead said as she followed my sister. It earned her a playful slap as they walked in the door, followed by them both breaking out into laughter. Yep, Vera is pure evil. The book changed hands, and Vera left, but not before blowing a kiss to me on her way out the door. “She only does that because it embarrasses you,†Becky said when she plopped down on the couch and grabbed a slice of pizza. “It doesn’t bother me, so she’s wasting her time,†I lied. “Oh, that’s why your ears are as red as stop signs, huh?†Maybe I should amend that to women are evil. Even – or maybe especially – sisters.

Yep, I finally finished something after all this time. It was only about five minutes ago when I typed the last word, so this is naturally unedited. I'll let it simmer for a couple of days, and then begin the editing process. If I had to guess, I'd say it will probably come out week after next, due to my work schedule, time to get it edited, and timing the release for a decent day. Without further ado, here's "A Fine Substitute". ========================================= I had just stepped out of the shower after work when I heard my phone announce a message. I grabbed a towel, dried off one arm, and tapped the screen. What I saw brought a wide smile to my face. “Bored and horny. Come over?†the message read. Natalie and I had been friends with benefits for a couple of years. The sex was great, and it was easier than trying to play the dating game or find someone to hook up with all the time. We both had hectic schedules between college and part-time jobs, so it worked perfectly for both of us. “On my way,†I answered, and then hurried to dry off and dress. A few minutes later, I jumped in the car and headed to her house. There were two cars in the driveway when I parked in front of the house, and one of them belonged to Nat’s mom. At any other girl’s house, it would have been either a disaster or an inconvenience. But at Natalie’s place, it only made me smile again as I climbed out of the car. That grin widened when her mom opened the door in response to me ringing the bell. Nat’s mom was smoking hot, and every guy’s favorite substitute teacher at the high school. Seeing her at home was even better. She was wearing her red hair down, spilling over her shoulders instead of up in a bun. Those shoulders were mostly bare, obstructed only by the thin straps of the white dress she was wearing, and dotted with freckles. The hem of the dress only reached halfway to her knee, showing off a great pair of legs as well. Her tits were the real showstopper. They were huge, and the dress looked like it could barely contain them. “Come on in,†she said, and squeezed my bicep as I passed. “Did you just get back from the gym?†I chuckled and said, “No, I haven’t been in a couple of days.†The flirtatious banter between us was something that had developed in the last couple of months. “Nice dress, Ms. White.†“Why, thank you.†That was when Natalie called out from her room down the hall. “Hey, when you’re done perving on my mom, bring me a bottle of water from the fridge.†Ms. White folded her arms in front of her, which lifted her tits and made them look even more incredible. “Are you perving on me?†“Would I do that?†“I don’t know,†she said, and then grinned. She nodded toward the kitchen before strutting over to the couch. My eyes dropped straight to her ass swaying back and forth. The dress wasn’t tight enough to see much, but it was still a fine show. “Hello?†Nat called out. “Water. Got it,†I answered on my way to the kitchen. On the way back through the living room, I saw Ms. White putting on her noise-cancelling headphones. It wasn’t my first visit to the house, after all, and she knew exactly what was going on. Thankfully, she wasn’t a prude. Natalie was lying on the bed in nothing but a red bra and panties when I walked in. She smiled at me as I closed the door, and then beckoned me with a waving finger. I whipped off my shirt as I walked toward the bed, and sat the water bottle on her dresser along the way. Meanwhile, Nat sat up over her knees and popped the clasp on her bra. Our clothing fell to the floor in a rush. I was there to fuck, and she’d called me to get fucked, so there wasn’t any need to talk about it or play games. She had a head start, so by the time I was pulling down my pants, she was already naked and playing with herself. Fingers slippery with her juices wrapped around my cock as soon as it sprang free. Trying to wriggle and stomp my way out of the denim while she jerked me off wasn’t easy, but I’d had plenty of practice. As soon as my legs were free, I pushed her down onto the bed. She squealed in mock alarm, but it only took her a second to find my erection again when I crawled over top of her. They weren’t as big as her mom’s, but Nat had awesome tits, and they were calling to me. Her hand squeezed around me and she gasped when I sucked her left nipple hard. It was all raw sexual need as we writhed on the bed. She stroked me. I sucked her tits. She ground her pussy against my leg. There was no mistaking how wet and horny she was when she did that. As nice as her tits were, I was ready to head south. I let her nipple go and planted a kiss on her stomach. Her phone sounded off the alert for an incoming message, but she ignored it to push on the top of my head. She was just as eager for me to get between her legs and eat her out as I was. Natalie was the first girl I ever went down on, and in all the years since, I’d never found a sweeter pussy than hers. “Fuck yes. Lick my pussy,†she barked at me as I dived in. I heard the text alert tone go off again – though it was muffled by her thighs against my ears. Her yelp when I flicked her clit was much louder. She dug her fingers into the back of my head as she push me away from the sensitive bud. There was a half grin on my face as I resisted and tickled her hood with the tip of my tongue. Then the phone rang, playing Moves Like Jagger. Nat said, “Damn it,†and let go of my head. I assumed she was reaching for the phone to turn it off when she shifted on the mattress. I was too busy licking her to look. Then she gasped and said, “Oh, shit.†The next thing I know, she’s pushing on my head and trying to wriggle away. I held on tight and tongued her clit again, but that earned me a bop on top of the head. It was hardly what I expected. “Stop,†she told me, and I knew from the tone of her voice she was serious. Frustrated, I pulled my head from between her legs. She immediately sat up and grabbed her phone. Before she answered it, she said, “Be quiet.†“Who is it?†I asked. “Shh,†she admonished, bringing a finger to her lips. There was a hint of apology in her voice when she said, “Just a second.†I pushed up onto my hands, and then my knees while she tapped to answer the call and brought the phone to her ear. “Hey,†she answered the phone, and then said, “Yes, I’ll take it for you.†I leaned back on my elbow, making sure she had a good view of my dick bouncing. She noticed, but turned to look away as soon as she did. “Yeah, but it doesn’t matter. A deal’s a deal. Let me know how it goes. Okay. Bye.†“So what’s up?†I asked, and stretched out a leg to tickle her with my toes. “You’re going to hate me,†she said. “I have to go into work.†“Now?†I said, and then fell back flat on the bed. She sighed and said, “Yes. Damn it. Jean took one of my shifts so I could go to that concert with you last month. I promised that I’d take a shift for her if she needed me to. She’s got a date with this guy she’s been flirting with for like ever, so today’s the day.†“Great,†I mumbled. “I’m sorry,†she said as she swung her legs out of the bed. Her eyes homed in on my hardon and she added, “So sorry. I want you so bad, but...†“I get it,†I told her, trying not to sound as irritated as I actually was. I had a good thing going with her, and didn’t want to mess it up. “Maybe there’s somebody else you can hook up with?†she asked as she grabbed some moist wipes from a drawer next to the bed. I shook my head and said, “Probably just head home.†Then I slid out of the bed to grab my underwear. We weren’t technically exclusive, but neither of us had been with anyone else in almost a year. Natalie finished cleaning up while I pulled on my pants. I tried not to watch, knowing it was only going to leave me even more frustrated, but it’s hard to ignore a hot, naked girl wiping her pussy a couple of feet away. After putting on my shirt, I sat down on the bed to put on my shoes and socks. “Oh, shoot,†she said in the midst of digging underwear out of her dresser. “Could you do me a huge favor and go get my work smock from the laundry room?†“Yeah, I got it,†I answered. She was still naked, so leaving the room was the only way I was going to get rid of my raging hardon. Once I had my shoes on, I opened the door just wide enough to slip out and headed for the laundry room. Ms. White glanced my way when I walked into the front room. She did a double-take, and her expression left no doubt she was surprised to see me. I was surprised she was seeing me, too. The smock was easy enough to find, so I grabbed it and made my way back to Natalie’s room. “I take it I’m not going to need these?†Ms. White said when I walked into the front room again. She held up her headphones, and then sat them down on the coffee table. I let out a rueful chuckle and said, “Probably not.†She shrugged and said, “Sorry.†“Yeah, me too.†Nat was wriggling into her jeans when I walked back in, so I left the door open. “Thanks,†she said as she buttoned her pants. I laid her smock on the bed and said, “No problem.†“I only have to work four hours. Maybe you could come back over after?†she suggested. “Have to see if I’m awake enough to make the drive. It’s been a long day.†You would think an invitation for a booty call would be an automatic yes, but it was going to be an early morning. The thought of the round trip that late gave me visions of walking around like a zombie the whole next day. She threw another idea against the wall while she pulled on her blouse. “Maybe I could come over to your place when I get off?†Either she was feeling really guilty, or she was even more hot and bothered than I thought. Maybe both. It didn’t really matter. “Ed’s going to have a couple of guys over tonight to watch the game,†I answered. Natalie sighed and buttoned up her blouse. “Well, I’ll text you when I get off. Okay?†“Sure.†She was dressed and almost ready to leave, so I hung out while she grabbed her purse, phone, and smock. I led the way out of her room, planning to walk her to the door. Ms. White had other ideas when we hit the living room. She said, “Vince, is there any chance you could run to the refrigerator and get me a bottle of water?†“Go ahead,†Natalie said, and then puckered her lips into a kiss before continuing to the door. “What’s in it for me?†I bantered. Nat’s mom grinned and asked, “I don’t know. What’s it worth?†Let me see those tits, was the first thing that popped into my head. Of course, I didn’t say it. I was drawing a blank otherwise, so I shook my head and said, “I got it.†“Well, that was easy,†she remarked as I walked to the kitchen. I brought her the water, and I was about to say I was headed home when she hit me with a verbal sucker-punch. “Pretty bad case of blue-balls, huh?†“Holy... What the...†I spat and stammered, taken completely off-guard. She chuckled and said, “Well, you do, don’t you? I know why you were here, and I know you didn’t have time to do it. At least I hope not.†With the initial shock fading, I regained my cool and said, “Yeah, they’re probably a little blue.†Ms. White offered a sympathetic, “Aww,†and then said, “I hate to see you leave like that.†I snorted and said, “You and me both.†“Maybe I could help you with that.†So much for keeping my cool. I was probably standing there with my mouth hanging open, looking like a complete dweeb. I honestly don’t remember. Ms. White stood up and said, “Natalie was just telling me this morning that I was bitchy and needed to get laid. So, we could help each other out.†“Nat would fuckin’ kill me,†I said as soon as the thought formed in my head. She shrugged and said, “Why? You’re... What is it you call it? Friends with benefits? Fuck buddies? You’re not dating. You’re just fucking.†“Because you’re her mom.†“So, don’t tell her. I won’t. She’s the one who told me to get laid.†She held up a finger and smiled. “I know.†If I had any doubts that she was serious, they were gone the instant she grabbed the front of her dress and pulled it down. The straps snapped down off her shoulders, and out tumbled the biggest set of tits I’d ever laid eyes on for real. She cupped them in her palms and said, “You’ve always wanted to see these, haven’t you? What do you think?†They weren’t just big. They hung down a little, but they were round and firm for tits that size. She had big nipples, too. Her high-beams were on, and they burned straight through the fog of surprise in my head. “You’ve got incredible tits, Ms. White,†I answered. “Thank you,†she said, and then bent down to pick up the water I’d brought her. “If you want to see more, I’ll be in my bedroom. It’s up to you.â€

Still behind SOL on votes, and only up by a couple thousand views. I have to wonder if the extra length is hurting it. It's probably 4000 words above my average, and even though almost all of that is sexual content, that could be a factor. Guess the next one may help determine that. I'm working on a MILF tale that's going to clock in at less than half the length of this. If it performs normally, that tells me something. Either hit my sweet spot, or go long and involved in the Mature category. Middle of the road may not be a good place to be in the category at Lit. Not getting too down yet, because Lit's "honeymoon" window seems to have stretched out a great deal in the last couple of years. It's also been months since I posted anything in the category, so I don't have a recent reference. We'll see.

Story is finalized, and will probably go into the queue tomorrow for Lit, and then in the queue at SOL for a near simultaneous release, as soon as I know the release date at Lit. I can't find a good place to break it into parts under 10k words each for Lush, and a query about fudging over the wordcount barrier came back in the negative, so this one won't be posting there. That's the drawback to breaking my wordcount "rule" for this one. It's breaking a far more concrete rule there.

Roust has some things to do, so it will be at least Sunday before I get this back from editing. So, I'll make a call on release date once I have it in hand and finalized. Have another short story moving right along.

Waffling a bit on assigning this to Les. It was originally written for this pen name, but the length is a couple thousand words above where I like to set the limit, but I'm starting to question that, since the story is so very much in the RR style. I'll probably begin work on the editing tonight. I guess I'll make up my mind once that's done

This was sent anonymously through the site feedback function at Lushstories a little while ago, and forwarded to me. The story, Nude-Holly-Day, by Reject Reality was one of the most enjoyable, intense, well crafted, and even instructive stories I've ever encountered. While the biology-based eroticism is excellent in most of your stories, this one (Holly) was far beyon that. The Holly story was to regular good stories as color is to black-and-white because of the added layers in the story. a. Honor and decency. The protagonist portrayed the best characteristics of respect and appreciation for the Holly character. b. The caring he showed Holly added depth to the story far beyond the delightful eroticism. c. The honor and care showed for the Holly character by the protagonist put this story into the top level of literature. d. The details of the physical love-making functioned almost as a lesson for top-level love-making. Society would profit from this sort of story being made to be required reading for all high-schoolers. I would give the Holly story a 10 if that were possible. If permissible, pas on my comments to the author, and know that I would give him a 5. What can I say but, wow. And link to the story, of course Storiesonline: http://www.storiesonline.net/sex-story/71998 Literotica: http://www.literotica.com/s/nude-holly-day Lushstories: http://www.lushstories.com/stories/mature/nude-holly-day.aspx

Here's a brief ( unedited ) preview of a new website exclusive story called, "Sucksess" ==================== Being forced to close the windows turned out to be an accidental boon, because the temperature shot up to the mid-90s by noon, and Logan had slept in on his day off. With no particular reason to go out into the god-awful heat, he was sitting on his thrift-store couch watching baseball when the doorbell rang. Upon looking out the peephole, he recognized one of his sister’s friends, though he couldn’t remember her name. He opened the door and said, “Hey...†“Terri,†she said, and then fanned her face. “Can I come in?†“Yeah, I guess,†he said as he stepped out of the way. Even though she was his sister’s friend, he couldn’t help but look. She had a gorgeous face, pale blue eyes, long, dark hair, and a rockin’ body. He risked a glance down her low-cut top at a pair of nice tits as she passed, and then a slightly longer one at her sweet ass in tight denim shorts. Terri hurried inside and breathed a sigh of relief as the air-conditioning washed over her. Logan shut the door and said, “Denise isn’t here.†“Oh, I know. I wanted to ask you something.†“Like what?†“So, last night Erica told me that you’ve never come from a blowjob. And Christie said she heard that too. So, like, really? Seriously? Never?†All he could do for a few seconds was stare at her in surprised disbelief. It was the last thing he would have ever expected to hear coming from a friend of his sister. It was also a bit of a sore spot for him, because he’d been left with blue-balls a couple of times when a girl hadn’t been able to suck him off and it hurt her feelings. “I can’t believe you just asked me that,†he said when he composed himself. She rolled her eyes and said, “Come on. Like I don’t know what a blowjob is or something. I wanna know.†He thought to himself, If she wants to act all worldly and shit, fine. “Yeah. No girl’s ever been able to suck me off.†“So, you’ve seriously never come in a girl’s mouth?†“I didn’t say that. I said no girl’s ever been able to suck me off.†She made a jerking-off motion and said, “So, you mean, no hands? Just sucking it?†“Even with hands, as long as she’s not just giving me a handjob and sucking the head or something.†Terri nodded and said, “Okay. Can I try?â€

Just dropping a note here for my own convenience. My current place on the top 250 authors' list is 202 with 1071 favorites. I'm curious to see if/how much the story released today moves me. If I finish the second Nude Day story I'm working on, that one will be even more interesting.

Here's a quick ( unedited ) preview of my Nude Day story for Literotica's contest. I'm aiming for it to come out on Thursday night/Friday morning. ==================== Jeremy nearly blew beer out his nose when Brad cracked an unexpected joke. He swallowed and sputtered a few times, but managed to avoid an embarrassing display. His friends were all laughing too hard to notice. It was nice to go to a party and have fun again – something he hadn’t really done since Nancy had dumped him just before graduation the year before. College had been enough of a challenge to keep his mind off things, but with the return of summer, that had changed. It was time to get back in the game. He downed the last of his beer and said, “Be right back.†When his friends nodded, he headed toward the bathroom. The door was open, and nobody was passed out in the floor. That was a bit of a surprise, considering the party was winding down and there were bodies sprawled everywhere. Upon finishing his business, he opened the door to a surprise. “Hey. I haven’t seen you in forever,†the brunette said as he stepped out of the bathroom. “Hey, Ann,†he said, breaking out into a wide smile. She’d come on to him once at a party, but he’d resisted because he was with Nancy, though it took no small amount of effort. Even though he hadn’t left the front room, he couldn’t believe that he’d missed her. “Heard you broke up with Nancy.†“Yeah.†“Good move. She’s a total bitch.†“Can’t argue with that.†She laughed, and then asked, “What are you doing on Monday?†Oh hell yes! Relax. Play it cool. “Don’t really have anything planned.†“There’s a charity bike ride for breast cancer at Sprite Lake. Want to come?†He started to answer, but then something dawned on him. “Is that the nudist camp?†She giggled. “Uh huh. It’s a nude bike ride. The sponsor is making a big donation to breast cancer research for every rider, plus more for every mile people ride. Not scared to get naked for a good cause, are you?†The way she fluttered her eyelashes at him could have melted him on the spot. “Nope. So, it’s Monday?†“Uh huh. Starts at eight in the morning. See you there?†“Yeah. Guess you will see me there.†She laid a hand on his shoulder and laughed. “I need to get in there before I head home.†Damn, he thought, having hoped to spend a little time with her. “Need a ride home?†“Becky’s coming to get me, but thanks.†She nodded and said, “I really need to go to the bathroom.†“Yeah. Sorry.†She waved as she closed the bathroom door. Realizing it would look creepy if he was waiting for her, he returned to his friends. She came over and said, “Monday,†in a sing-song voice before going to meet her friend at the door, prompting immediate questions – and then kudos – from his friends. For once, he couldn’t wait for the weekend to be over. **** It was the last thing he would have ever expected, but driving down the tree-lined road to the nudist camp had his nerves on edge. In the end, it was only the promise of seeing Ann naked that kept him from turning around. “Here for the bike ride?†the man at the gate asked when he stopped. “Yeah.†“Okay. Everyone has to be nude beyond the parking lot. Here are the camp rules.†He handed over a flier. “You can pick up the number for your bike at the table down by the lake. You can’t miss it. Happy Nude Day.†“Happy Nude Day,†he responded as the gate went up, though he’d never heard of it before. He could see a large gathering of people down near the lake as he parked, but it was far enough away to be little more than a blur of skin and reflections from bicycles. The place was pretty nice from what he could see – better than most of the campgrounds he’d used over the years. After putting the car in park, he looked over the flier. Rule number one, which was stated in bold letters, said that no overtly sexual contact was to happen in public spaces. Kissing was allowed, as were hugs, hand-holding, and any other familiar touch that would be acceptable in a public situation. Erections were frowned upon, but not strictly against the rules unless purposely displayed in a rude and offensive manner. Everything else mirrored rules he’d seen for other campgrounds. He knew the bout of nerves wasn’t going to calm down if he sat thinking about it. So, he climbed out of the car, bit the bullet, and stripped down. It was getting close to eight, so he knew he would have to hurry to find Ann before the start. The first test of his mettle came as he was pulling down his bike. A pair of older women walked up from the campground in his direction. They looked to be in their late thirties, and both were in good shape, with nice tits. They made absolutely no effort to hide that they were admiring him, and even smiled when he made eye contact. “Happy Nude Day,†they both said as they passed him. He responded in kind as he sat his bike down. A moment later, he caught them both looking over their shoulders at him, and they certainly weren’t making eye contact – unless he counted old one-eye. It was exactly the sort of encouragement he needed. He strapped a bag onto his bike, which contained a few essentials like his phone, and slid a water bottle into the holster. He was glad for one special modification he’d made from the moment he climbed on his bike. A bicycle seat and bare skin were two things he was certain weren’t going to go well together. An old t-shirt and a zip tie had taken care of that problem. The ride down to the lake revealed the truth of the picturesque location, and more amenities of the campground. He saw cabins with air-conditioning units, large open-air shower facilities, well-appointed campsites, a concession stand, and more. He also got a closer look at the other people in the camp. A few were scary sights indeed, though he’d expected that. His gaze did linger on quite a few nude women of various ages while scanning the crowd for Ann, though. When he did spot her, he had mixed feelings. Her tits were everything he had imagined, and she even turned to give him an incredible view of her ass as she talked to the people around her. One of them was an equally welcome sight, because Becky had a great body as well. The half-dozen naked guys were the problem. “Over here,†Ann called out when she spotted him. He put on a smile and tried to think positive as he rode toward her. “I thought you’d chickened out,†she said as he came to a stop. She glanced between his legs for a brief moment and her smile widened. “Nah. Nice day for a ride.†She pointed and said, “Better go get your number over there at the table. They’ll be starting the ride soon.†“Be right back.†“Hurry.†As soon as he climbed off his bike at the table, the guy there pointed at his seat and said, “Smart move.†Jeremy chuckled and said, “Yeah, I didn’t like the idea of sticking to the seat.†“Here you go,†the man said, handing over a laminated paper number and three zip ties to attach it to his bike. “That’s so the counters can keep track of how many laps you’ve made. Every mile is another donation. Hang it from the handlebars and loop the longer one around the neck.†“Got it.†“I see you weren’t the only one who thought ahead,†the guy said, and pointed at someone approaching. When he turned to look, Jeremy couldn’t believe his eyes. There, pushing her bike toward the table was Nancy’s mother – stark naked.

Here's a quick preview of "Vicki Cleans Up", which is being entered in the Lushstories "Money Talks" contest. It will go live on the other sites sometime next week. =================== I was already standing by the door when the bell rang. The fantasy that had been floating around in my head for two months was finally coming true. I was excited – even a little nervous – as I reached for the doorknob. She smiled when I opened the door, making an already beautiful face framed by blonde curtains all the more stunning. The rest of her was just as wonderful. The low-cut white top she was wearing revealed ample cleavage, and the cloth clung to her curves, leaving little to the imagination. Her short black skirt likewise showed off gorgeous legs. “Mr. Reynolds?†she asked. “Yes, but please call me Seth.†“Seth, then. I’m Vicki from Natural Clean. I believe you have an appointment.†I held the door open and stepped out of the way. “Yes, please come in.†Vicki grabbed the handle of her cleaning cart and pulled it inside after her. I openly admired the sexy way she moved, because there was no reason not to. The sound of her high heels clicking on the floor sent a shiver up my spine. She stopped at the center of the front room and pulled a clipboard from her cart. “If you’ll just sign this and have a seat, I’ll get started.†There was a great deal of text, but the only thing I was concerned about was the line on the bottom. I signed and dated it without reading a word. When I handed it back to her, she gestured toward the couch. I took a seat and prepared for the show. She was still wearing that stunning smile when she grasped the tail of her top. The dream I’d had ever since reading an online article about nude maid service was finally coming true. I drank in every moment as the cloth slid upward. The fair skin of her midriff appeared below the line, and then her navel. When the rising top revealed her lacy white bra, I had to adjust my hardening cock. Her top pooled into a basket atop the cart, and she wasted no time reaching behind her back. I saw the band go slack, and throbbed in anticipation of what was to come. I wasn’t disappointed. I’m sure that by cup-size, she wasn’t particularly busty, but on her trim frame, her tits looked huge. They were firm and perky as well. The rosy circles surrounding her nipples contrasted her skin tone to good effect, and I was mesmerized by every jiggle. Next came the zipper on the back of her skirt. I let out a quiet groan as I heard it sliding down. She then hooked her thumbs beneath the waist of the skirt and turned around. The black of her skirt gave way to the white of her panties as she pushed down. The cotton barely covered her round ass at all. She bent low to slide the skirt down her legs, and I swear I saw a slightly darker spot in a very interesting location. Two clicks from her heels sounded one after the other as she stepped out of her skirt. She didn’t straighten as she did so, letting me admire the play of her muscles with her butt still thrust toward me. I gave my raging hardon a squeeze. When she stood back up and faced me, her eyes dropped to my hand between my legs. “Do you mind?†I asked. “That’s not going too far, I suppose,†she answered while dropping her skirt in the basket. Then she slipped her thumbs beneath the cotton of her panties. I took in a slow, deep breath as she pushed them down. A thin line of hair emerged, culminating in a downward pointing triangle. I certainly didn’t need the arrow to draw my attention, but I appreciated it anyway. The cotton continued its journey past her thighs, and down her legs. As her panties neared her knees, she had to bend, giving me a fine view of the top of her breasts. Then she stooped down and pushed until the cotton dropped to her ankles. I got my first peek at what the arrow was pointing at when she lifted her foot and twisted it, deftly extracting it from her panties. The next peek was a little longer when she lifted her other foot, bent her knee, and plucked the last garment from her ankle. “Would you like the shoes off or on?†she asked while dropping her panties in the basket. I answered, “On is fine,†but the truth was that having her walking around stark naked in those high heels made her look even sexier. She nodded, and then pulled a long-handled duster from her cart. “Well, let’s start at the top then.â€

It goes. Work's trying to kill me, as usual, and it's usually too loud and chaotic to get anything that requires thought done at home. I usually end up vegetating on YouTube videos, Netflix, or watching the Marvel movies for the umpteenth time. Really need to set up my test board so I can prepare for 4.xx. Odds are I'm going to have to do a lot of code modification to get my stuff working right in the new version.

What bothers me the most is that she knows how Skye feels about Coulson, and everything in the preparation ( the foreshadowing of the scientist with the crystal, preparing Cal with his formula, etc. ) indicates that if Coulson had been sitting in that chair, her plan was the same. I think I like the character too much for her to take on such an adversarial role I also prefer the episodes where Ward is working with the team in some way shape or form for the same reason. Some shocks are just a tad bit too much for me, I guess LOL Up to that point, there were all sorts of positives. The opening was funny and brilliant. Tying into Age of Ultron once again naturally tickled me. You know something all those teeming masses in the theater don't. They have no idea Coulson pointed the Avengers to the scepter. They also have no idea about the thing in the climax that I won't mention because I don't want to spoil it for anyone who hasn't seen the movie yet. ( I just got back a couple of hours ago from my second viewing ) One thing people absolutely need to learn is not to watch episodes of AOS that follow the release of a new movie until they've seen the movie. The tie-in here wasn't as big as it was with Winter Soldier, but it's still a reasonably significant spoiler. Just noticed in my second viewing that the Shield agent with the most screen time ( other than the big two, of course ) was the same guy from Winter Soldier who wouldn't launch the Helicarriers on "Captain's orders". That was a nice touch This will most likely be something similar to my experience with Iron Man III. That revelation of the Mandarin completely destroyed my immersion, and I barely remember anything after that from my theater viewing. It's only after repeat viewings ( and the Marvel One-Shot "Hail to the King" ) that I've been able to enjoy that movie. The next time I watch my way through the whole series again, I'm sure I'll be less reactionary.

Pardon my multiple-personality disorder LOL It wasn't the death of Gonzales that brought me up short, but rather the ruthlessness of Skye's Mom. I know the Inhumans are a deeply insular and xenophobic society, but they way they've built her up, there was just too much shock factor for my tastes. There's also her sending Cal off with his Hyde formula. She's essentially dropping a time-bomb off on Shield in him. Ward was a shock in season one, but he was always ruthless. Skye's mom had a Zen Master vibe going on. I trust the writers to bring it all home in the season finale, but this certainly wasn't a favorite episode.

Got this comment a couple of days ago, and it just blew my mind. If that's how the reader feels, then that's how they feel, but... Wow. I just don't see it. What this comment is saying is that if she had won the bet, then all's fair. The exact same scenario playing out is fine. If she had admitted that she lost the bet and everything else played out the same, it's fine. Because she cheated and didn't actually win the bet -- even though she didn't get caught -- it's rape? "Coercion via guilt" just doesn't make sense to me. Natalie didn't even try to collect on her end of the bet. She was doing her best to pretend it never happened. Gene forced her hand by bringing it up. If anything, the guilt trip is going both ways. Never mind that he ended up loving it, and that he got his "prize" as if he'd won the bet as well, and she ended up loving it. I strongly suspect the reader never got that far. The moment she reluctantly ( and that's important, because that's what happened ) collected on her win, he backed out and left this comment along with a 1-star vote. Like I said at the beginning, if that's how the reader felt, that's how they felt, but I don't agree even in the slightest with the opinion.

Decided to be much more methodical and collect my view numbers from Lush again. I was scrolling and typing them previously, and I caught myself going cross-eyed and looking at the # of words instead of views several times. So, this time I isolated the views to get a completely accurate to-date view listing, which is: 892,182 107,818 from the Millionaire's Badge.