Faye climbed the steps up to the boys' flat, her heart pounding with every pace. She wore a long overcoat, but was naked underneath except for a sexy brassiere and matching panties, all of white silk to match her pale skin and blonde hair. The lace and frills accentuated her girlish and innocent looks, while the thought of being out in public with so little...
Author's note: a bit of a slow builder, but hopefully worth the wait. * Mark says... A few Decembers back and, facing the prospect of spending Christmas alone for the first time in years, I found myself at a low ebb. Having split with Donna in the summer, a stopgap at work colleague Gary's house had turned into an elongated stay. Not that Gary minded undul...
Following are a trio of short stories resulting from interviews. None have sufficient depth for a standalone tale but all have facets that it would be a pity to lose. The three stories respectively are Beef, Family Ties and Three card trick. ***** Beef When I married Amanda three years ago I knew that she had been with a load more guys than she admitte...
CHAPTER 5 - SATURDAY MORNING I woke up on Saturday morning still half in a dream. I was naked, my cock nestling against the arse of a sexy naked girl, my hand on her hip. She'd discovered a hitherto unexplored exhibitionist streak since we met, and I was having a great deal of fun encouraging her to play it out, fucking her outdoors, getting her to wear rev...
As I walked in Viv was sitting at the table looking confused and nervous. "Nath love what happened?" I sat down opposite her. "You know full well what happened Viv. You fucked Yves, right there in front of me. All this bullshit about lesbian fantasy and loving seeing me dressed up was all just a load of shite. All you wanted was an opportunity to fuck Yves...
This is my entry for the 2018 Valentine's Day competition. It's a standalone story in which all participants are over eighteen. No puppies or koalas were injured or abused in the writing this story. I missed the train. I had missed trains before, many times. You can divide the world into people who always get their trains and those people who are habituall...
Katie Thomson looked out of the aeroplane window and saw the city of Hamburg spread out below her. The young English woman was very excited about her weekend trip to Germany's most hedonistic city. The final year of her postgraduate economics degree had proven to be very demanding both in terms of time and energy, and Katie rarely seemed to have a chance to...
Hi everyone, here's my latest story, hope you enjoy it. As always, it's fiction; please don't go asking your accountant (or any other person who provides professional services to you) for sex (unless you are already in a sexual relationship with them!) There are laws about that kind of thing! And, believe it or not, not all accountants are like Shell and Ni...
Hi-I'm Rachel. This is my third story and I hope you enjoy it. In my second story I related several exploits from my exhibitionist life and in this third story I will continue these revelations and how eventually things spiralled out of control. This is a true story about my life and what it has been like being burdened with the urge of being an exhibitionis...
Author's Note: This is my Valentine's contest entry. If you could vote and comment, the gay werewolves will be eternally grateful. This story was inspired by the Team America "Montage" song; if you're not familiar with it, you might want to look it up on YouTube (not essential, but will definitely enhance the experience). **** It's been four days, three h...