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Our Anniversary

by gpbvkb on Sep 13, 2017
Erotic Couplings

We celebrated our 16th anniversary by renting our friend's nude B&B for the day. I made arrangements with our friend's massage therapist to come to the house and perform her magic on us. Their home is just off a state highway, but once you open their front door, you have privacy to over 20 acres of land, along with a beautiful pool and hot tub. We arrived a...

Al Capone's Treasure

by A_Little_Show on Aug 30, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

Everyone even remotely involved with sex in this story is an adult. I was intensely body shy when I was eighteen. I don't know why. My family wasn't particularly prudish or anything. My father and my older brothers often lounged around the house in underwear when I was growing up. As the only girl in a house full of men, I probably saw more flesh then most...

Erotic Intentions

by whatsawhizzer on Jul 14, 2019
BDSM

Your eyes snap open. There is a light hovering over your head. A chandelier is swinging back and forth, although there seems to be no movement in the room that would suggest why it is doing so. You lift up your head and glance around. You do not recognize the room you are in. It looks to be some kind of bedroom suite. You’re sitting on a luscious white carpe...

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Our Watcher

by jackvick on Sep 12, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

Some mornings you wake up and the sunlight wafts gently through the window and warms the room slowly, deep breaths filling your nostrils with the sweet scent of springtime. And sometimes you just wake up with a boner. Your mind is trying to catch up to your body's already heightened state of arousal, possibly caused by some dream you can only wish you rememb...

Phone Sex

by sparkle8 on Aug 19, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

"This is Celeste. How can I turn you on?" So began my first experience with phone sex. I had been without real sexual contact for some time, and masturbating to porn was getting old. I thought I'd give something different a try. "Hi, I'm Jim. I've never done this before. Help me out." "Jim, I like your voice. I'm getting wet just listening to you, especi...

Topless Jen Ch. 04 Pt. 02

by ShirtlessMike05 on Sep 25, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

Topless Jen Ch 04: The Boardwalk Adventure Part 2 Jen and Crystal stand at the bus stop where the driver let them off. Jen paces around nervously as Crystal ponders about their next move. An idea suddenly pops into her head. "Hey Jen, do you want to grab some food?" "Sure." "They have this little diner here that serves breakfast." Crystal looks around...

Pissing Around The House

by CanadianForLife on Aug 18, 2017
Fetish

I still remember my first time doing it. I had just got back from school and was locked out of the house. "Damnit," I thought. All I had to do was pee. Actually all I had to do was piss like Niagara. The bus ride home had nearly killed my bladder and I thought it was all coming out every time we hit a bump. So there I was, cross legged and bobbing like an id...

Colour Me In You

by ticklechambers on Sep 14, 2017
Romance

The hardest thing to do is to begin with goodbye. To watch the world spin for only a moment, and to know, that the beginning of this moment, would soon become a silence, a stillness. Love is always the end. While I had known the man before me, for so long, I could never be sure when it was that I met him. The question always arose; can you know a man whom...

An Author's Brief Respite

by MarkPines on May 13, 2020
Erotic Couplings

The fickle New England winter was over as the snow and chilly rain showers were a thing of the past, at least for now. In their place, were beautiful flowers and foliage scattered throughout the outdoors, the very same flowers currently admired by Julie in her backyard. An aspiring author majoring in English at the local college, Julie was a college senior...

Estranged

by Alexisex on Sep 14, 2017
Erotic Couplings

I felt nothing when my father died. No sadness. Not because I hated him; I had rarely seen him in the last 10 years to to love or despise him. It's true that I left home in a bitter mood on that January day. I was 18 and a month. Now I'm 25; and my father lies stiff, in the best suit he's ever worn. If only my mother was alive to gloat. But I'm not here to...