My name is Ana Fleiss, and I am an exhibitionist. It's the thing that most makes me feel alive; the thing that feeds my deepest, most erotic desires. But this isn't quite a story about my current life as an exhibitionist and all of the many incredible experiences that I have had since discovering and embracing this side of myself. This is an account of how...
Following the class on Friday, I met up with Grindle to go shopping. First, though we went by my place to leave my books. On the door step was a package with my name on it. It was a box with pink and white stripes. Grindle immediately cried out, "Wow! A box from Victoria Secrets." "How do you know," I asked innocently. "The box, silly. It's their colors. O...
Reworked note: Beside tease and denial, this story is a mix between lovely romance and female domination, it belongs to the "gentle femdom" category that emerged on reddit and tumblr a few years ago: extremely soft and caring femdom put into idealistic romance often marketed at teenage girls. But this one takes place in a universe ruled by women teasing gu...
"Not this again," Abigail sighed. "What happened to being patient and waiting until the time is right?" "I have waited, and the time is right," Kennedy said flatly. "I still think we should wait," I said. "Do you know how long something like this takes?" "Yeah, I know exactly how long it takes," Kennedy said matter-of-factly. "I timed it." It seemed that...
This is a sequel to “Home By Eight” authored by Lothario the Great it is with his permission that I submit Part 2, and Part 3, which will follow. Any readers unfamiliar with the original work should read that first before reading the second or third parts. The second and third parts of this story are rooted in a real situation that took place in the early 19...
Once upon a time, back when the word Corona only elicited thoughts of a beer with lime, there was an older man in his late fifties. His name was Tom. He was a good husband and the father of three grown kids. Tom and his wife Grace lived in a nice neighborhood in a nice town. Both had good-paying jobs, he as a part-time consulting engineer working mostly from...
Its been a long time since I've contributed a post, but for years, unfortunately, there have not been any escapades in my life worth writing about. Since my last story, I've gone to law school and, until a few days ago, I worked at a large firm in New York. Law school was bad, but working as a first year Associate was worse - far worse. A good week was 70...
(Author's note: This is one of those stories that pretty much wrote itself. I began with a basic premise, a fantasy, but as the characters developed, it turned into something more. Admittedly, it has a bit of a Deus ex Machina ending, but I hope you enjoy it.) *** "Prostitutes are like a box of chocolates. You never know what you're gonna get." Okay, so m...
Jane was not plain. She was a student at the Art Institute of Chicago. She had fire engine red hair, but, as an art student, she referred to her hair color as "magenta." She wore her hair in an old fashioned bob with bangs and people often mistook it for a wig. She had to touch up her dark brown roots every three weeks, as her hair grew rather quickly, by bl...
Just a little prologue... I'd discovered Marjory my wife cheating on our marriage with a sociologist from State College. He'd been driving way out of his way to make the hook up, and it had taken him nearly six months before he'd scored. My wife's perfidy aside, I thought the whole thing seemed suspiciously odd. Why would a man drive so far out of his way,...