While walking towards home, after all those exhibitionist adventures, horny as fuck, all I had to think about was the crazy shit I did the whole day. Showing my tank top-clad body to my classmates- more than enough cleavage, armpit and navel and hugging all 4 of them and making sure they were hard for me, then heading to the theatre where I removed my bra...
Lisa the Risk Junkie - Beginnings This is planned to be a series of stories related to each other. They are not in any particular chronological order and each is planned to be able to stand alone. All characters are over the age of 18. --------------- Beginnings She can't help herself. She knows it's stupid, but she keeps doing it. Her life's all fucked...
I have written this story from a first person point of view. Reading 'Only One Piece of Clothing Ch. 01' would be helpful in understanding the following story. Disclaimer: All the characters in this story are above the age of 18. As you lie naked across my lap in your bed with your face down and I caress your smooth round ass cheeks with occasional pinchin...
Heather 1: Gentle Nostalgia NB All the characters in this story are over 18 As I lay on my back in my bed, gently exploring my hardness, I thought back to that first time with Heather, when everything began... Heather was a friend of my mothers, with two daughters much younger than me. Her husband Ken knew my father too - it was one of those neighbourly f...
Rachel lives with her boyfriend, Matt, in their quaint rambler home. Their simple suburban lifestyle is nothing glamorous, just two hard working people getting by. Rachel is 5'5 with long thick brown hair that ends below her size 36 C breasts. She has an athletic body that she maintains by going to the gym daily after work. Rachel works at the local café ser...
All through high school and most of college, I never felt good about my body. Objectively I knew it was fine—a little flabby at worst—but I could never shake the insecurities of the chubby kid I had been before puberty evened out my baby fat. Junior year, I decided to do something about it. I started copying the exercise and diet regime of my track star room...
With high school graduation only 2 weeks away, my mind was focused solely on making it through the day as quickly as possible. I was ready to leave this stuffy building and my drab uniform behind. The short, red, black, and plaid skirt seemed to get even more boring the more I wore it and my short-sleeved, button-up white shirt had a hard time holding in the...
This might be the perfect shirt: black, with just enough of a sheen to impress without overdoing it. Yes, this is it, Stephen thought, holding it up before him. This should be just right. At least he hoped. He lowered the shirt, ready to take it to the register, and if he'd held it up a moment longer he would have missed her. But he didn't. Stephen lowered...
Awakening a few hours later after our first lovemaking session on a bed, I ambled off to the kitchen for a drink of water. On my way, I opened the patio door to listen to the sounds of the French Quarter from across Canal. The low murmurs of people and the occasional waves of jazz music made their way across the seemingly always busy boulevard. The warm hum...
It was almost noon on a beautiful summer Saturday, and I was still in bed wearing my nightgown. Lori burst into our room and started rummaging through my dresser. "What the hell are you doing? And didn't you leave for your picnic or whatever?" She tossed me a pair of bikini panties. "I get that you're upset you broke up with Donny," she said, "but I'm not...