To say I was feeling frustrated with all this virus lockdown and social distancing would be an understatement. My name's Sarah, I'm twenty and I was at university until all this happened. I'm now back at home with my parents studying on line. But I miss my friends, especially the boy on my course, David, whom I had my eye on before all this happened. I don't...
I saw a survey the other day which stated that the vibrator was the number one sex toy. I don't think it is; for me the camera is the number one sex toy. I say that not because of the digital age we live in now (where every mobile phone includes a camera), but because of what happened to me in November 1987. Back then I was 26 and had been married to Paul...
Julia, the air hostess view 1 So there I was in the early sixties, a spotty faced schoolboy sitting at the dining table minding my own business. My mother was in the kitchen when there was a knock on the kitchen door. It was Julia. She was the daughter of our rather posh, prim and proper neighbours. Julia was in her late twenties and was, in my eyes extr...
© 2016 by Kelsey d'Eligny FOREWORD Based on true events, this is the story of a young woman's first experience of public nudity at a World Naked Bike Ride, which inspired her increasingly daring adventures. This embarrassed nude female has an erotic awakening as she explores the limits of exhibitionism on her bicycle and elsewhere. Her girlfriends would be...
If only I knew then what I know now. As a teenager I was very naive. Sex was something that adults did and was 'naughty' but nice. I was always 'prim and proper'. What an idiot I was. My life changed when I was 22, I was getting so bored with my life in the pokey little town in North Wales that I decided that I had to do something about it. I managed to get...
Essentially an English telling, Carla's tale will not appeal to everyone. That said, for those with a taste for exhibitionism, voyeurism, dressing-up, and the downright rude, perhaps Carla may have something up her sleeve – er, skirt. Her story endeavours to balance plot, pace and imagery with an occasionally despicable eroticism, designed to titillate and e...
I regard myself as a professional providing a quality service to my clients. I choose my clients carefully, and like to think they've chosen me with discernment and taste, not just for the rather specialised things I'm happy do for them. That's what I was thinking as I walked to my meeting with a new client. We'd arranged to meet in the bar of a rather smar...
"Burgh.. Confound it!" A lady with attractive and refined features, was perched on the edge of a sofa. Attired in a full floral dress, shiny black heels and pearls. Her greying, dark hair bunched up into a severe looking, matronly-like bun. She was determinedly, and with just a touch of exasperation, attempting to fasten shut a suspender clasp to the welt...
We pull into the picnic site at just after ten o'clock, after a few hours in the pubs in Edgware where Mary has been flashing her wares at the males (bending over from the waist to pick up dropped change, exposing her stocking tops and thong, allowing me to finger her in the street outside and be spotted by groups of young men). It is still relatively quiet,...
Jane was already seated when Paul arrived at the restaurant. It was her first date since her recent divorce and she had arrived early. She was wearing a thin summer dress, low cut and flowery, the sort Paul liked. Paul, for his part, knew he would spend most of the evening imagining what underwear she had on. Summer dresses had that effect on him. He knew sh...