I live in a large city famous for its beautiful people, very hot summers and free spirited way of life. I commute to work every day, go jogging, biking or hiking several times a week. I encounter and experience other people's beauty everyday. I get glimpses, accidentally or not, of their intimacy, and sometimes naughtiness, quite frequently. Here are a few...
FOREWORD: This is a story based around a woman discovering she's bisexual. The story is about her coming to terms with it and talking to various people, most of whom she can also fuck. The story is open to others adding their own chapters, so feel free if you're interested. There're plenty of options located in the sidebar and I'm working on some of them mys...
So, confession time. I went on a kinky cruise to Newfoundland ("guaranteed to get ya puffin!") a while back. If you've never been to Newfoundland, a rocky Canadian island in the North Atlantic, maybe you haven't heard about this thing they do called "screeching in." It's kind of like a hazing, where they make tourists pay to do a bunch of silly things like k...
Author's Note All characters in this part of the Amy the Exhibitionist series are over the age of legal consent. V * Ch. 10 -- Part 14 -- My first few months at University - sixth part Ella We'd told Ella that her third hazing was her final one; and to be fair, she'd performed extremely well at all her hazings. She'd also done other things that proved...
Chapter 01: The Journey The close jostling of the commuters as the train blasts back into its tunnels, the roar of the underground winds and the washed out faces in the train rushing by all add to an air of intimate strangeness. Packed amongst other forgettable nonentities, her sight filled with an endless mirage of sameness, hearing the murmur, the whoosh,...
Hier ein paar Geschichten zu Paola. Im Folgenden schreibe ich aus der "Ich" Perspektive auch wenn die Geschichten nicht wirklich passiert sind. VG bedeutet, dass es eine (kurze!) Vorgeschichte gibt, bevor das eigentliche Thema beginnt. Erstmal Allgemeines: Mein Name ist Paola. Ich bin 19 Jahre alt und wohne in einem kleinen Dorf direkt am Waldrand....
Chapter 6 - A night at the Tri-Alpha House As soon as the ceremony ended and the 80 fraternity and sorority members left the room, Tracy ordered her group to kneel so she could take off their blindfolds and handcuffs. The pledges returned the restraints to the black bag. Tracy then ordered the pledges to get some cleaning supplies and to clean up the ceremo...
"Are you crazy? Do you have any idea what you're getting into?" "Yes, I do," Pam replied. "That's why I want to try it." Donna's face was etched with disbelief. "This isn't some frat hazing, you know. They don't just swat guys on the butt then get drunk on beer. It's a ritual, like a pagan thing. They do dangerous stuff. They'll make you their slave for se...
Brooke was a quintessential southern belle. Her father owned a textile factory, and growing up, she rode horses on the family ranch and participated in pageants. She'd been a competitive cheerleader in high school, had won prom queen, and was now a member of one of the most popular sororities at her southern state university. Little did Brooke know that a ha...
The following story takes place during the 2003 United States Curling Women's Championships in Utica, New York. It is a work of fiction. It was roughly 10 PM when I walked into the bar. I was a newbie sports reporter with the New York Times, sent to cover the United States Curling Women's Championships. My editor thought it would be a hazing ritual but to b...