I lay with my eyes closed as everyone mingles around the table. A strange calm flows through me despite the hungry eyes on me, examining every inch of my body, turning me on more than I've ever known I could be. The reaction I'd normally have is run for cover but I can't, I don't want to. I feel something cold being placed on my stomach and soon fruits and...
"What?" I said, not paying a whole lot of attention. Hell, the race was on TV and my favorite guy, Morgan was running in 3rd. Dang, 3rd place and moving up, wow. It had been years since he even got into the top 10 but I always loved to watch the guy race for some reason. I scooted forward in my seat, feeling my own body strain as I tried to help mentally p...
I have shared how my exhibitionism got started. I have also shared a couple of stories from college at this point and I want to share more of my college/early years but thought I would briefly explain my life as it is today. Once I have done that I am going to start to share short stories in between the longer stories of smaller exhibitionist events that eit...
Note: Much of the dialogue was actually in French but obviously I have written it in English. * I had only been back home a few weeks and already I needed a holiday! I looked on the web and found a nice Chambre d'hote in Provence about 30 minutes from Avignon. I have never used the Euro star before, so decided to go the leisurely way through the channel tu...
I had first met Bing some two years earlier. She was a co-worker and friend of my wife's and they both being Thai, had much in common. My wife left her position at that workplace and her relationship with Bing faded over the months, but I saw her pretty much every week. You see, Bing's main job and source of income was acting as a human billboard for a Thai...
It had been a great show. One of my first big events working as a model so it was a rush of excitement, exhaustion and shock all rolled into one evening. There was a stellar crowd looking on as well of course, the usual kind that always gathered for these events. Everyone from designers and fashion journalist's to celebrities. And of course it was the celebr...
A note to readers: I know the last chapter (3) said "Part 1" in the description and I intended to write a Part II. The story moved in another direction, seemingly on its own. 2nd note: I try to proofread and edit my stories before I post them. I still miss errors (misspellings, punctuation, incorrect words) from time to time, but I did a particularly poor j...
We know that many folks have been waiting some time for this next installment. We hope you find it worth the wait. These stories demand a particular taste, and we've loved hearing from those of you who share ours and believe that the mind is the most sensual organ of all. This time, we're back in Loving Wives, as that is the place that we've found many simi...
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction concocted entirely within my imagination. Any resemblance to real people shouldn't be surprising since most of my stories are based on people I know. While I hope you enjoy this story and are compelled to provide feedback, I don't expect the subject matter will appeal to everyone who reads it. As such, I discourage venom...
I stand to a degree in the garage. My arms shackled above me and my feet secured to the cold floor. My ass stings from that wicked wooden brush that he knows I hate and adore. With each lash given my body begs for more but my mouth whimpers for him to stop. My excitement still leaks from my body even though it has been a long hour since his presence was be...