It was my orientation day at the museum. An exciting day, to be sure. I guess I should explain. I'm an exhibitionist. I get off on other people looking at my body and watching me get off. Heck, I get wet just thinking about it. I discovered this in school on a dare and eventually I became a cam girl. Being a cam girl is fun, don't get me wrong. I mean, I si...
What is better -- REAL or MACHINE STIMULATION? Real probably will be different each time. OR Machine Stimulation that will be consistent each time. YEARS AGO Dwight was born in 2065 and raised in a small Northeast town about thirty miles from a major city. Learning and using computers came at an early age -- -- as Dwight's Father and Mother both worke...
Once autumn came, Jimmy and Maggie were reunited and headed to college together. The small liberal arts school had a program that was especially attractive to them, a small Honors dorm. Given that they were on scholarships and in the program, the school gave them the privilege of choosing that dorm as a couple. Not that they would share a room, but they wou...
I had been looking forward to the opening night of our local symphony concert for weeks. There were several reasons: it was a program of all French music. Two of the main pieces had sexual themes. And I was really excited to be going with my new love interest, Kimberly. The program in and of itself was interesting. Right before intermission, "Bolero" of Rav...
This story is a continuation of the "The Girl Across the Street" story. I urge you to read the initial chapter before reading this. This chapter will make more sense if you do. This story is a work of fiction. Some real institutions are mentioned, but they are used fictitiously. Insofar as the author knows, no real person affiliated with any of those instit...
Barb turned her chair away from her desk once again to face Daniel. She was working on her clipboard, totaling her inventory counts. She sat with clipboard and pen adding up the rows of numbers. When she looked up she noticed that Daniel had shifted his position. He was now sitting farther back and more upright on the chair. He also had his hands wedged betw...
Author's Note: This story could reasonably be classified under Nonconsent or Fetish (Tease and Denial) or perhaps even some other category like SciFi. I think Fetish is the best spot, but will offer an apologetic shrug if readers think differently. Happy reading! * "Wake up, sleepyhead!" The guard tapped my bunk with her police baton. I opened one eye and...
Author's Note: This is a work of fiction. It is a story of sexual fantasies and fetishes. These sexual practices are not for everyone, but those of us who delve into them understand the allure. The characters in the story certainly do. If you enjoy this story and the fetishes involved, great. If not, please forget the whole thing. Read Chapters 1 -6, first...
Tammy was thinking about what Jamie had said. "I am getting closer to the realization that I will have to model with my legs spread, showing my very intimate being to keep my scholarship, but I don't know if I can overcome my conservative upbringing to model erotically." The young woman remembering the medical exam was still upset with Jamie. "What Jamie did...
What happens in California, stays in California? Irene wrapped the damp towel around herself, before stepping into the room, just to find it almost totally dark except for the one light beside their bed which had been left on. Looking over at Tina's bed she found her there, apparently asleep. She realized that they'd probably spent a lot longer in the bath...