PART 3 The boat cut through the late afternoon sea like a whispered promise. Fred stood barefoot at the bow, wind tugging at his open linen shirt, the salt air clinging to his skin. Behind him, the hum of the motor faded beneath the low pulse of music and the sound of laughter — female, warm, effortless. The girls were already aboard when he arrived — sun-kissed, glowing, their energy a magnet. Elena greeted him with a sm...

PART 2 The sun climbed lazily into the sky, gilding the thatched rooftops of Phi Phi with light that shimmered like brushed gold. Fred sat barefoot on the wooden deck outside his suite, a quiet contentment seeping into him like the morning heat. A bowl of tropical fruit sat beside his coffee, and the faint scent of salt lingered in the air, carried by a soft breeze that played with the edges of his open book. He had read...

The white beaches and the blue sea were exactly what Bethany needed. It had been a rough year, and she had needed a break. A friend had suggested Maui, and she had jumped at the chance. They had travelled together and planned the trip meticulously, but as always happens, the plans never worked out. So it was, nineteen-year-old Bethany found herself walking along the pristine beach, enjoying the sun beating down on her bar...

Jolene desperately wanted to run away and hide. Her mother divorced her father when she was five. Her father had abandoned the family. For several years, her mother grappled with financial difficulties. She started doing what she needed to do to keep things on track. Her mother frequently sent Joelene to her friends' house so she could spend time with various men, couples, and women. Jolene wasn't naive; she figured out h...

Many months had now passed since that night I moved through that crossroads with Eric. He left the morning after and sadly I haven’t heard from him. I was a changed person. I was hooked. Something had triggered my inner slut. The only thing that I knew for certain was that I wanted more. More lingerie, more toys and more boys. Leading into the New Year, I purchased lingerie and toys online. The postie, who had hardly ever...

Warm sand beneath their feet, A carefree day by the sea so sweet, Teenage girls, friends so bright, Being naked and free, is their delight. They run and play, without a care, Their laughter echoes, through the air, Gentle waves caress the shore, As they bask in joy, forever more. Men stroll by, with leering eyes, The friends smile, with a playful surprise, No shame, no fear, just pure glee, In this moment, nude and carefr...

It happened in January this year. I was on my favourite beach just prior to dawn; I love watching the sun rise or set over the ocean. It was a secluded little beach near Byron Bay, on the New South Wales north coast. I was on my two-week holiday from Sydney, about eight hours and 800 kilometres south. There were several couples on the beach in pre-dawn light m/m, f/f, and m/f. All waiting for the great orange orb to lift...

The sun hung low over the horizon, staining the sky in swirls of pink and orange as waves lapped lazily at the shore. The air smelled of salt and coconut sunscreen, thick with the heat of a summer evening. Olivia dipped her toes into the water, letting the coolness chase away the warmth that still clung to her skin. Two weeks of nothing but sun, sand and relaxation—that had been the plan. But now, halfway through her trip...