I had just graduated from college with a major in journalism and was thrilled to be hired by a local weekly newspaper. This was my first professional job and I was determined to do whatever it takes to be a top reporter. After a week of orientation I was given my first assignment which was to report on a local members only Swinger Club located in a nearby s...
Please note that this is a work of fiction, and no resemblance to any person living or dead is intended. Hi! My name is Felicity, but my friends call me Fi. I live in Sydney, Australia, and am 22 years of age. I am like a Kylie Minogue copy in many ways. I am only about 5 feet 2, and am a Size 8. My boobs are about 34c, & and my bottom is also about 34 –...
"Damn it Terry. How could you do this to me? I'm your wife Damn It! How dare you bring that little slut into our house. What were you thinking mister?" "Momma. I'm sorry. Please forgive me. I promise it will never happen again." "I'm going to call a good divorce lawyer in the morning. Do you think I'm going to stay around here and work my ass off and come...
I was on the west coast visiting some of my friends and I went to a dress club. I still laugh at the connotation of it, dress club instead of strip club. I was confused. I didn't know what to make of it. Am I supposed to dress up formally? Am I supposed to wear a dress? What? I had no idea what to expect and what I was in for until I walked through the door...
Note: This story is entirely fictional written for readers' enjoyment, and bears no resemblance to any people living or dead. It is in a sense of re-working of some of the concepts behind my "Burrinjack Social Club" story, which I was never fully satisfied with (& is my lowest scoring story). It also picks up characters from my previous story, "Fun In The Tr...
I arranged a night out for myself, Cassie and Kayla. We went to an underground club in Detroit for their monthly bdsm show. This club is strictly a performance art show, no actual sex going on. Kayla used to take me to this club back in the day when we were heavy into the bdsm scene. Total nudity was not allowed but see through clothes and underwear, thongs,...
After I had submitted the story about up close and personal exhibitionism with the guys in the hotel rooms, I realized we had left out the stories about our St. Martin trips. I wish I had submitted this story as part 5 in the exhibition series as it is straight exhibitionism without the involvement of anyone else. Because of this, it is a milder story (or a...
We drove back to the airport area and to a place that did not look all that great from the outside. It was called “The Cave” The parking lot was full of cars and looking at my watch it was not all that late I had 10 after 8. I was amazed because with all that I had done so far I was sure it was much later. Paul parked the car in the only empty parking space....
In the Nixon years of 1972-73 in Washington DC there was a restaurant called The Exchange. In those days there were no stock exchange data on TV and no Internet. The Exchange had a ticker tape band of red numbers moving across the wall above the bar and you could have a drink or lunch and keep up with the market. It was located within walking distance of th...
You arrive at the club. "Welcome to Club Jasad, Beirut's ultimate hedonistic experience our philosophy is- if it feels good, do it- and we do. Located between Martyrs Square and Gemmayzeh, we have become the hottest and best known underground club in Lebanon. The Lebanese are a party people, a sexy people, a Mediterranean people and we love to have a good t...