My name is Vicki Lynn Hauser and I am an exhibitionist. Well, I don't know if there is a technical definition and if I qualify under that definition, but I know that I get very excited whenever I am accidentally or purposely exposed to men or women. I think I discovered flashing, and how much I enjoyed doing it, when I was almost nineteen while a senior in h...
Note from Slickman: Although this story can fit in other categories it fits best in loving wife's or even loving husbands if there was one. Copies of this story may not be made for distribution, be publishing or copied to another webpage with explicit permission from the author. *****. Tom and Jennie were sitting on their back patio when they noticed some...
"Ms. Smith!" Jennie sighed as she set her stuff down, quickly rushing into her bosses office to see what it was he wanted. She knew what she was getting into becoming a secretary for a CEO, but she never realized how much she hated being bossed around. Honestly, she probably would have quit had it been any other man. He was a true sight for sore eyes, one...
My name is Harrold Bishop. I'm about to tell you a story that not even I would believe if it was told to me. I'm putting pen to paper under duress, possibility a threat. There are five other people who do believe this story and they've dared me to tell it in a way that's believable. They've made all sorts of enticing, imaginative and desirable promises if I...
Amy finished her homework finally. It was much more difficult for her today than normal. Her mind could not stop wandering to Jim. This was the first time that she remembered obsessing about what lay under a boy's clothing. From the tight shirts, she could tell Jim had an athletic body, and his butt was certainly cute. And her curiosity wandered to his hard...
It was Saturday night and Mike was home alone. He didn't mind because there were absolutely no interruptions as he watched hockey. It was the playoffs and the second game of the night was just coming to an end. He went to the kitchen to get a drink and paused to take a long look at the freezer. He pursed his lips and frowned, trying to make a decision and,...
Jennie put the last of the boxes on the stack in the living room of her new apartment. Everything she owned: a life's collection of books, clothes, and memories, sat in a 10 by 10 space in front of her. She thought about her childhood neighbor, a friendly older woman that had passed away when Jennie was 16. After the funeral, the woman's family had divided...
Chapter 2: In order to keep up with the story line, please read Ch. 1. It is simply titled "Bradley". This is the second chapter, Bradley's character is more defined, and his dilemma is further proliferated. I hope you enjoy this chapter. Please vote, or e-mail me to tell me what you think...good or bad. I would love to hear from my readers. Look for Chapter...
It is not surprising that so many stories—adventure, comic and creepy—have been written about the railways and railway stations. We have the delightful "The Railway Children' by E Nesbit; then there are Arthur Conan Doyle's stories about the master detective Sherlock Holmes, which would just not be the same without the call for a 'Special'; and one of Dicke...
We needed something to reignite our sex life. Jennie and I have been married for almost twenty-six years and our love making had become something more like a duty and not a desire. We needed something. I stumbled on the answer last Sunday morning as we sat and talked over breakfast at our favorite diner. That may sound dumb, but we don't often just talk. Si...