This is a tale of exhibitionism, though sex would have been great, it was not on the menu. For those who share my appreciation for this, you will know what I mean. * I have always enjoyed the freedom of being naked. It's a simple thrill that we can all enjoy, but even better when there is a valid reason for being undressed in the presence of the opposite s...
Oh the Toilet, the title? - a skillful play on words - or not A voyeur driven fantasy following many viewing of hidden cameras, ingeniously designed and positioned. Where is he taking me this time? In his hand and warm, voices young and old. Some excited, some just chatting, a female one very close to me and constantly talking to him and he responds. His s...
She woke up in her bedroom. The sheets were spread across the deluxe-sized bed like a bomb had gone off, her long, platinum locks in a halo around her serene, sleeping face. Almost like a goddess, only a goddess has free will. The sleeping beauty was most certainly a beauty. A girl many men would wish to marry, to dedicate their life to chasing. Her most c...
Terry was a genuine beauty. One of those women whose perfectly formed body would attract the gaze of men and the admiration of women regardless of what she chose to adorn it with, and Terry was very, very good at adorning herself in a manner that accentuated her many charms. It was therefore inevitable that, sooner or later, Terry would attract the attention...
It was a long three-day weekend during the spring quarter of my third year at U---. My then-boyfriend Bryon and I planned to visit our good friend Paul in Las Vegas. Paul had just moved there from S. D. because of his work and was feeling homesick and missing friends so he invited us to spend a long weekend with him. His new home was in a new development out...
My heart pounds in anticipation. It's beat gradually increases until it becomes a roaring thunder blocking out all other sounds. My eyes crave to look about, to see from which direction You will be coming. Yet they are blinded by the silken softness of a cloth held tightly by a knot behind my head. Drawing my attention from the racing of my heart, allowing...
I'll never forget our first time. Billie was at her boyfriend's house feeding and walking his dog. Billie's boyfriend, Mike, was my best friend and had been since we were 5 years old. Mike was out of town on business and Billie couldn't get the door locked as she was leaving so she called me to come over and look at it. I got their and found Billie in tears...
She looked up and gently stroked his face, brushing his long brown hair back. Kissing him softly. She was suddenly aware of the beating of the sun as they were both pretty much out of the water at this point and the trees were no longer shading them. It seemed as if time stood still for a bit.....a few moments or much more, she couldn't tell. "I think we sho...
This story is a mixture of fact and fiction about my wife, her mother and I. My wife Marcy and I have been married almost seventeen years and have three beautiful kids. Over the years we have experienced most of the normal problems that married couples go through in bringing up children. Marcy has had some health problems which at times can restrict our sex...
I like to drive. I like to leave the overcast and lonely city full of fast going people in their obscuring beige and gray trench coats. All of them blending together and yet ignoring one another, like pigeons milling about. There, in the city, I despise driving. It is stop and go, a jilting journey of endless lights in which I never actually enjoy going anyw...