"I can't wait to get home..." I mumble to myself as I take my exit from my long ride through rush hour traffic. I pull into the complex and quickly turn off the car while pulling out my purse in one swift movement. Upon unlocking the keys to my empty apartment, I kick off my heels and slide off my cardigan. I decide to stay home from the gym today, I'm so t...
So, many of you know that years ago, I learned that I enjoy having my shy wife exposed. She has tiny boobs and used to try to cover up that fact with padded bras and bikini tops, making it even more fun when she would accidentally down blouse one of my friends exposing her tiny tits and nipples without her knowledge, revealing her biggest (smallest secrets)...
CHAPTER 5: EVE'S MIRROR She uncoiled her scarf as I had seen her do on numerous occasions, then pulled her jumper off over her head. With her back to me, I could only see the straps of the dark green bra she had on today. If she was going to have a shower, I may just be able to make my escape... Eve kicked her black leather boots off and unfastened the fro...
It all started a few weeks ago, when I first realised I was attracted to my best friends ex one night when we were alone in my bedroom since we still run in the same circle. He saw my 5'2 curvy figure in its normal state, my pussy shaved and my 36d breasts aching for his touch. That night was unexpected as he ran his hands over my hourglass figure during a g...
I would like to thank everyone for their words of encouragement to the first installment of My Summer of CFNM. I would suggest reading the first part before the second installment but this may not be necessary. *** On the 60 mile drive home from Lori's house after my "audition" with the girls I couldn't believe my luck. I had just had the most erotic nigh...
Nisha's mother had been nagging her to wear a saree for some time. It is a traditional wear, she must wear or atleast know how to wear one before getting married. To wear a saree one must need a blouse. The blouse comes from the shoulder to below the breasts. That week she told her mother about wearing a saree. Her mother was excited to hear it. The next d...
I dance in the light of a bonfire. I dance under a full moon, the beat of the blood in my veins syncopating the rhythm my body sways to in the crackling, sparking light. The red glow illuminates my flesh in warm, ethereal light, highlighting each curve in the fire's glow, each shadow a hollow of darkness hinting at secrets. Delicate shadows at the insides of...
Jake woke up around nine in the morning to the sound of his neighbor Janine pulling weeds out of the front fence that lined the street of her rental. She must have been up for a while because Jake noticed that the two glasses of water she had placed on her steps were almost empty. She was sweating and the straw sun visor she was wearing did nothing for the h...
I was at a netball park. You know the sort of thing. A large park with an area where a number of netball courts are marked on the grass. The league I played with played there on Saturday afternoons. We had a number of grades in the league, starting with the tiddlers, who played first, right up to the older women, half of them mothers of the tiddlers. I was...
When my wife was about 35, I started taking her photograph and as I got better at it, she agreed to pose for me in sexy clothes. She could see that I was looking for more artistic poses and she eventually began posing topless and then fully nude, even full frontal nude shots. The deal was that no one was allowed to see them but me. Needless to say, she was...