Dana had just finished moving his corduroy girly clothes from the washing machine to the dryer when the phone rang. Being a closet fag and having a corduroy fetish, he not only dressed often but jerked off with his wardrobe on a daily basis, sometimes two or three times a day. As you can imagine that created a lot of sperm stains, and his skirts and dresses...
Just a short story about being with a friend who finally wet his pants after a long struggle trying to hold on whilst we sat trapped in my car above Birmingham on Spaghetti Junction. irrelevant I suppose but we were heading north to get to the M54 for Telford where I was living for six months whilst deputising for my manager on a project whilst he was off si...
Wednesday was just another day: long hours at the office and the typical 5 o'clock traffic rush. I was finally through with my day. I hit the time clock, and was on my way. That's when I noticed my phone ringing. "Unknown caller," I thought to myself, "it's been a rough day, do I dare answer the phone right now? I could take a chance. Who knows, I could wi...
This story was written to be narrated by another Literotica member, SomeAussieGuy. Here, is the manuscript. * Introduction: Another day at the gym. I've been working out for about 20 minutes, now. Not too long. I'm walking on the treadmill at a pretty steady pace. Not too fast, not too slow. Even though it hasn't been that long, I am starting to break a li...
Whenever I go into the local Mexican restaurant I make sure I sit in the same place every time. I'll even wait in the lobby to get one of the three tables along the windows. I'm not interested in the view outside the restaurant, no I want to sit by the windows that look in on the tortilla lady. In all that restaurant, there is no better entertainment to w...
All characters in this story are aged 18 or older. _____________ "Come in," Mr. Foster said as he heard a knock on the door of his office. In his fifties and the head of the English department, he was expecting one of his students, Britney Thompson, a senior, who had scheduled a meeting with him to discuss her terrible grades. He had been looking forward...
Wooldridge markets mystified Amy; her Mother used to take her there every weekend, now Amy visited a couple of times a year. When Amy was a child, visiting the markets was like an excursion to the circus, the stall holders all seemed descendants of Gypsies with scruffy hair, earrings of all shapes and sizes dangling from their ears and bright and wonderful c...
I am an exhibitionist and I love showing off my naked body especially while my voyeurs are clothed. Unfortunately, I also need to be extremely discrete so nudity in public places is out of the question. Just the thought of being caught by a cop or one of my neighbors is a huge turn off. Luckily for me, I travel for business quite a bit giving me several oppo...
Tanya and I were strolling, hand in hand, down the supermarket aisle. With my free hand I pushed the trolley and with hers she occasionally dumped things into it as we passed the shelves. It was a blazing hot summer's day and we were dressed to suit it. I had on only a pair of shorts and a T-shirt. Short shorts, because Tanya hated those long things that com...
I offer conclusive evidence of the scientific difference between voyeurs and exhibitionists. "Brenda, wouldn't you agree that guys are voyeurs?" "God, yes," said Brenda wiping a wisp of blonde hair that fell across her blue eye. "Guys are pigs." For the time being, I let that comment go unchallenged. "If you agree that guys are voyeurs or in your words p...