Summer Heat

In the summer, it's just too muggy to wear extra clothes. In fact, the less clothes the better, no bra, no panties. Just a light sundress. Perfect. No one will know, but us.

EXTRA SNEAKY PEEK

ARTE CINEMA

I went to a film festival in Italy. The people there were all beautiful, especially the women. They wore elegant fashion, which Italy is so famous for. It wasn't that they were so well dressed, but so sexy. The women seemed to embody sexuality. The dresses were cut low, always seeming to promise a glimpse of cleavage, or rise up to reveal soft thighs. Every where I looked, I saw more and more luscious skin. And once, I caught a glimpse of even more.

Looking Outside In

They knew with the lights out no one could really see into their apartment, but they could see out. They could watch people in the building opposite them doing dishes, watching TV, etc. It seemed so much more erotic to know that while the neighbors went innocently about their various daily lives, they were fucking. She loved being pressed to the window and fucked in the back. He'd pinch her nipples, or rub her clit, or spread her lips wide. The more lewd it was, the hotter it was that no one could see, but almost could. Darkness is the thinnest of curtains.

HIKING WITH GINA

We started out in the afternoon. Near the road, there were other hikers, always in view whenever we stopped for a photo. This added to my frustration, but Gina's thrill, as she knew I wanted to be alone with her out in nature. As the sun got lower and as we hiked farther from the road, Gina became more daring in her poses. By the end of our hike, the sun had almost gone, and she pulled out her jacket from her pack, but she had given me plenty to look at, and a few photos to always remember.

SUMMER SHORTS

When it gets hot, sometimes women skip underwear and just slip on shorts. And sometimes, at just the right angle, you notice.

Before Work

Girlfriend in New York, just before leaving for work in morning.

OREGON COAST

Colder, but still sunny in September. Kids back to school, safe for flashing

DARE TO BARE

We were hanging out in the backyard, kicking back on the weekend, having a few drinks, and enjoying summer. She lay out on a towel, and was looking pretty sexy. As we were both enjoying a buzz, I complimented how her body looked in the sunlit and said it was too bad we weren't in Europe where she could sunbath topless without worrying about the neighbors. She seemed curious about this idea, and I could tell maybe a dare would encourage her. She stripped off her top and held it up for me to see that she was brave as any European woman, and just as proud to look sexy.

Emily Dickenson

Emily Dickinson, regarded as one of America’s greatest poets, is also known for her life of self-imposed social seclusion. Her lifestyle created an aura, often romanticised, and frequently a source of interest and speculation. But ultimately Emily Dickinson is remembered for her unique poetry. Within short, compact phrases she expressed far-reaching ideas, questioning the nature of immortality and death. Amidst paradox and uncertainty, her poetry has an undeniable capacity to move and provoke.

Emily Dickinson was born on 10th December, 1830, in the town of Amherst, Massachusetts. As a child, Emily proved to be a bright student. She delighted classmates with her original writings of rhyming stories. Emily’s father was strict in bringing up his children. Emily said of her father: “His heart was pure and terrible.” He censored household reading materials; Walt Whitman for example was considered “too inappropriate” and novels had to be smuggled into the house.

At a young age, she said she wished to be the “best little girl.” However despite her attempts to please and be well thought of, she was also independently minded.

Because of her discomfort in social situations, Emily gradually reduced her social contacts, going out less and less into society. By her late twenties, this led to an almost complete seclusion; she spent most of her time in the family house. Still, she maintained close personal relationships through letters, and penned more than 1,700 poems, which were published after her death. She had instructed her sister to burn all her letters. Not specifying poems, those, luckily, were spared. There are only a few known photos of Emily. No doubt many of her secrets were kept from history.

SARONG

On really hot summer days, she likes to slip on a sarong over her naked body. None of our neighbors can see much of our backyard, but even if they could, it looks like she's completely clothed from a distance.

Last Call

Riding home on the MAX on Friday night, just after the clubs had all closed. Girls out dancing, dressed in their "I'm hot and feeling sexy" outfits. I was going home from working late. The girl was sitting in the seat opposite me. We were the only ones on the train. She swayed to her seat and flopped down, obviously tipsy. Her skirt fell open and she just laughed. She looked at me, not embarrassed in anyway. She was either very drunk, or just really loved attention. I asked if I could take her picture with my cel phone (this is why so small) and she raised her skirt a bit more to not only show more skin but that she wasn't wearing any underwear, and then smiled.

Unfortunately my stop was before hers. I went back home to my wife and she went home to...pass out? A boyfriend? A toy? It was enough to fuel my imagination that night.