Public Restroom Stories

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Night at the Bar

by xinycep1 on Nov 30, 2015
Fetish

"Hi Gabby," Melissa greets as you walk into the restaurant to join her and several of your other colleagues from your new job. Melissa has graciously invited you to join them for dinner and a local stand-up comedy act, and you've seized the opportunity, hoping it will help you fit in better at the office. You contemplate taking a quick trip to the...

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Killing Time

by Irish Moss on Sep 13, 2017
Erotic Couplings

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction concocted entirely within my imagination. Any resemblance to real people shouldn't be surprising since most of my stories are based on people I know. While I hope you enjoy this story and are compelled to provide feedback, I don't expect the subject matter will appeal to everyone who reads it. As such, I discourage venom...

Home Run

by GoodyGoodyTwoShoes on Sep 16, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

Texas Rangers fans eagerly anticipated the game against the division rival, and more importantly, the weather on this cool August evening. Showers in the morning and a cold front bringing Canadian air had left the temperature in the eighties with an overcast sky. The summer ritual of car-influenced back sweats had been broken. This was a great change from th...

Rebecca

by Seahawk76 on Sep 13, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

REBECCA The young bride stood naked, handcuffed, and trembling in the bridal suite of the large hotel. She was about to play a game: Andrew Compton's game. Compton sat watching her closely, a thin smile on his face, a cigarette smoldering between his fingertips. He could sense her fear and fed on it like a predator gaining strength from the scent of fear in...

Panties

by spankableBelle on Sep 19, 2017
BDSM

I looked over at him seated directly across from me, my chair turned to face his. “May I be excused, sir?” “For what reason?” he asked with a tone of indifference. He continued eating and didn’t once look in my direction. The silence lengthened while I nibbled on my bottom lip, contemplating actually telling him the reason. “Well?” He did look at me then...

School Grounds Ch. 03

by GettingItDone on Sep 26, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

The rest of the day went by in a flash and soon she was finding herself getting organized to leave once the children were to leave for the day. Not long after the ringing of the final bell than her e-mail began chirp notifying her of a new message from him. It briefly stated that he enjoyed the picture she sent him, and that he was to be there to pick her up...

Exposing Katie 007

by Tom and Katie on Sep 12, 2017
Loving Wives

I have been receiving some feedback for these stories of our adventures that I have been posting here. Many favorable comments and some good critiques of my writing skills, such that they are. I thank all of you who take the time to write (as well as those who have voted). I doubt that our chronicles are spicy enough to garner great popularity, but the kind...

The Real Courtney

by playerpimp203 on Sep 17, 2017
Celebrities & Fan Fiction

This is my first attempt at writing erotic fiction. I have read a lot of what the other authors have written and tried to keep it on the same level as what they do. So I guess this where I write the disclaimer. THIS IS A WORKOF FICTION NOT MEANT TO DEGRADE THE BEAUTIFUL AND TALENTED COURTNEY COX-ARQUETTE OR HER HUSBAND. YOU MUST BE AT LEAST 21 YEARS OF AGE T...

The Joy of Being Slutty Ch. 06

by poetic_life on Dec 24, 2019
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

Plans for the Weekend Joy and Austin sat very closely together at the restaurant bar. They were turned toward one another on their stools in the manner they always sat together. Austin's legs framed Joy's. His right hand rested just below her very short, black dress on her stocking-clad left thigh. The dress was one of his favorites. He called it her "gre...

Our Fantasy Date Night

by bechtelheidi on Sep 14, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

The restaurant is intimate and secluded. Our booth is in the back, and we are more or less isolated from the few other patrons who are enjoying their meals tonight. As we are sitting close to each other, talking quietly, my right hand has slipped under the floor-length table cloth, and is tracing lazy patterns on your leg. "What are you doing?" you ask, pret...