We live on a golf course fairway. Which makes for an expansive view and an extension of our yard that is beautifully and dutifully maintained by someone else. But that comes with a trade-off. Occasionally, duffers fire errant shots into our backyard. Fortunately, our house set back far enough that it never gets hit. But these interlopers are a common occurrence, especially on the weekends. They are usually oblivious to everything around themselves, focusing fervently on their frequently futile searches for their elusive five dollar lost balls. During the hot and humid Southern summers, I… Read more

You again? If you play golf, you’re likely familiar with the betting game known as skins. Well, my hubby and I play a different kind of skins, more like a game of chicken, with real skin on the line. And losing has its consequences. The hole was just past the turn, so we were near the clubhouse, but hitting away from it, on a par four dog-leg bending left. Each stroke took us farther away from possible witnesses but still within sight. Hopefully, you can visualize the scene. If you can’t, you should take up golf, the views are beautiful. And you never know who you'll meet or what they are… Read more

It was a long drive back home. I was getting restless and bored as a passenger. My hubby was focused on the road ahead and wasn’t paying much attention to me. I would change that. It was a warm day, so I’d dressed appropriately: shorts and button-down sleeveless cotton blouse. Since we’d be in the car all day, I decided to forego a brassiere, my perky B-cups needing little restraint anyway. Fiddling with my blouse buttons, I was inspired to change my look, so I untucked my shirttails, undid the bottom few buttons, and tied the tails a la Mary Ann from Gilligan’s Island, my blouse was no… Read more

If you've been there, what was your experience? And should we go?… Read more

It was a beautiful weekday morning and my husband and I decided to go for a walk along the beach. It was a warm day with mild humidity and overcast skies. The farther we walked down the beach away from the pier the fewer people we saw until we were alone on the beach. I was feeling naughty and playful so suggested a dare: we should strip and walk naked for five minutes. It really wasn’t much of a dare because we could see anyone that approached long before they could discern that we were naked. But the thought of stripping on a public beach turned me on. My husband added the condition that… Read more