Author's note: thank you for your interest, comments and votes on chapter 1 - all appreciated. Chapter 2 sees Kirsty continue her journey into exhibitionism, I hope you enjoy and I welcome your feedback. ***** The next few days continued the epiphany of her exhibitionism and voyeurism. The sensation of a completely shaved pussy was wonderful, and even mad...
Your plane gets in at 4pm. I meet you, kiss you hard when you see me, then we grab a taxi. The kind they have here are sometimes fancy cars, and we get in one of those. We make out in the back seat half the way home, and in between, I try to make conversation with the driver about where he's from so he doesn't hate us. But he smiles at me in a way that he ge...
Andrew was going to be a short term solution. He was into all the boy things like beer, cars, football, and other girls and I came a good way down his list of interests. His Dad lasted a little longer (In more ways than one) but I think I became a nice source of young flesh for a shag, rather than a real relationship. My thoughts were more on A levels and ge...
I never wanted it to happen. Or at least I always thought I wanted to keep it a secret. I had always been fascinated by women's clothing, for as long as I can remember. One of my earliest memories is of, at the age of four or five, wearing a pair of thick, woollen tights from my dressing up box. I loved the way they made my legs feel and that stayed with me...
The ice cream seemed a great idea at first. The day had been hot, searing hot. The road tar was sticky, dogs were silent, even the trees wilted. Talaya had got back from working a half-day, and the relative coolness of her flat had inspired some tidying up. This had been a mistake: now she was hot and grumpy, but not much tidier. So she had promised herself...
I think The Kingston Trio said it first. But then Frank Sinatra said it more eloquently. It was Frank who moved it from the major key to the minor key. Brilliant. 'When I was twenty one, it was a very good year. A very good year for city girls who lived up the stairs.' And, yes, not only did the city girls live up the stairs, but - as Frank observed - the...
The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 14c: Back to Egypt Part 03 Copyright 2000 by Paul. All rights reserved. All events and characters are fictitious. * * * * * Part 3. Chapter 8. (Linda). Cairo. December 1971. My head was splitting when I next opened my eyes. I closed them again and took two deep breaths. I could still smell and taste the chloroform they'd us...
Below this is a small email that I received from a young, college age girl from England named Julie. Julie had requested my assistance in exploring embarrassment and humiliation and I was slightly excited about the entire process. Julie had already done a task which could have had her caught naked in the open, but it didn't. But she also did not do the task...
It was the last few days for me in Bangalore, my hobby of displaying myself to women was coming to an end and I thought it had already reached its zenith. Now there was a girl named Aishwarya who stayed near my place. She was a colleague of mine and we knew each other but hardly spoke. She would have to cross my place to go to hers when she returned from off...
Some of my fondest memories of masturbating are in the 70's, 18 raging hormones, no internet just your imagination and maybe a women's mag, if you could sneak one away. I masturbated most nights when I showered. I recall discovering my Mum's Ponds Beauty Cream and this became my go to lube when not showering. Thinking back now I'm sure my mother must have s...