Cleaning my closet is such a tiring task. I have to take out each individual piece of clothing and make sure it fits, and if it doesn't, then I usually force it to. I wonder what's in the back...Oh, my god. All my old clothes from my gothic phase! Hah! These are hilarious. Who wears this shit in public? Wow, a fishnet shirt. Hm, that could be interesting. I...
I hadn't spoken to Val for a long time, and we had lost contact after she had taken offence at an email I'd written after a pub meeting. But when I knew I was going to be in Brussels for a night, her home town, it seemed worth getting in contact. Quite simply, she was a girl I'd never liked – she irritated the hell out of me - but I'd often wanted to fuck he...
Many years ago while away on a business trip I had an encounter I was not expecting. I was a workaholic who did everything by the book and a series of events had begun that would change my life forever. A week long trip had come to an end and my work was all but complete when the office staff decided to go out that night on the town. This was a fun group of...
Meetings today. A two hour one in the morning off site and a three and a half hour video-conference this afternoon. A new board member at the first meeting. Tall with reddish hair. Reminded me of a taller version of you. Especially her eyes. The shape of them. So naturally when the tedious meeting began, I thought of you. Leading you to my bedroom. We si...
{Author's note: this story follows on from Beach Bums, but it can be read on its own.} It was a short distance from the beach to the car, but as Kara and I walked there our pace grew quicker and quicker until we were pretty much running. The experience on the beach, of bringing each other to a deliciously constrained public orgasm, had left us only wanting...
He first noticed her at the Stephen King section of the local bookstore. She intrigued him for two reasons: Firstly, Stephen King novels were his life passion, the focus of his PhD study, and secondly, the logo on her handbag was from the same company his wife worked for. And she attracted him like a magnet. So he struck up a conversation. "Do you read many...
Annabelle's Diary: Lunchtime in South America At lunchtime when I went back to my hotel room, the sun was streaming in the windows and the room was cozy and warm. I thought I’d lie down for a few minutes to have a little siesta but it was so warm I stripped off my clothes to nap in my underwear. Before I lay down, the sun felt so good that I moved closer to...
We had been walking around looking and selecting different outfits for you to try on. Walking over to the changing room I remove your leash placing it in my pocket. Watching you walk over and open the curtain turning you smile and wink at me closing the curtain. Sitting there the attendant walks over handing me a cup of coffee saying if she can help just as...
Brianna had the kind of looks girls envied and males loved, she was petite slim and leggy with long red hair, blue eyes and pale skin. In Summer she loved to wear short dresses and short skirts that showed off her legs to perfection especially when she wore black stockings to go with her black suspender belt. Brianna had two main passions in her life one wa...
This is a continuation of how I became a public exhibitionist. It helps if you read my first story, at least you get a background of the progress I am making... After several months of flashing the truckers, I had gotten used to the idea of exhibitionism. I was doing it because my husband enjoyed letting other men see me, but I have to admit, I was starting...