I like publishing my stories on the Internet because I can remain anonymous to the many readers that I share my adventures with. Even though I've revealed my name, I've never submitted a picture of myself because I feel that the mystery adds to the fantasies associated with erotic literature. There have been pictures of me posted on the Internet a few times...
I'm in the second semester of my freshman year at a college in the mid-west. Exhibitionism was difficult when the semester began. Winter brought lower temperatures, which meant more clothes and less skin. When spring finally arrived, it was time for my sorority sisters and I to begin displaying our goods. It all started one warm afternoon. Amy, Kelli and I...
I knew Bridie in school. I would see her all time in the library for our spare period. We were both 18, the age of hormones. We would be alone for our spare, but we didn't usually talk very much. She was kind of shy, and so was I to tell the truth. She was not exactly beautiful, more like pretty. But she was definitely something to arouse desire, alone in th...
I am a 20 year old Indian girl and this is the story of how just one incident transformed me. Right from the age of 14 when my body really began to blossom, I have been aware of the stares men gave me. I had been brought up decently if not exactly conservatively, and even though my parents gave me a lot of freedoms, they always expected me to maintain my Ind...
It was day two of my long weekend with the house to myself since my wife was away on a week-long business trip, my two strapping, young adult sons were on an extended camping trip in the mountains, and my sexy early 20s something daughters were each working and then having sleepovers with friends. Like many guys, I've certainly fantasized about engaging in...
Reminiscence. Claudet awoke early to the cry of gulls, that piercing plaintive cry so often heard on those cold, crisp autumn and winter mornings just after daybreak, and before the sun has awoken to warm the day. This was the time of year she most enjoyed, when all the tourists having retreated from their summer migrations allowed the village to sink back...
This is a sequel to the story House Sitting Tuesday Mercy went over to lunch at Kelly's house, something that had been arranged for a couple of weeks. I got home from work around 4, and Mercy came back shortly after that. I asked Mercy about her day and she said she had been over at Kelly's all afternoon, but she kept changing the subject when I asked her a...
Still humiliated from the hard face fucking the Bike Shop Uncle gave her, Linda mounted her bicycle carefully, trying her best not to expose her sweet young pussy as she did so. However, her short denim skirt was so tight and so tiny that her attempt was an utter failure. Already a few passers-by had stopped to observe her the moment they noticed that a hot...
One thing that is very intriguing to me is the thought of my beautiful and very sexy wife exposing herself in public. Not the flasher type of exposing that would just be creepy with images of the creepy old man in the trench coat walking up to a beautiful lady and flashing his pathetic cock at her. No what really turns me on is the thought of her "accidental...
When Albus Belua was young, he had been told stories of an exotic race of demihumans – werewolves. Of course he didn’t believe any of that nonsense, for he lived in a small hamlet on the far outskirts of the noisy city life. Perhaps the city folk had the leisure time to sit around daydreaming about such things, but most of his time was dedicated to helping h...