Preface Hi, I'm Rachel and this is another installment in my story about my life and what it has been like being burdened with the urge of being an exhibitionist. It is intended to be an insight into the thoughts and actions of a real girl / woman who is a closet and sometimes not so closet exhibitionist. This I fear will be a fairly tame story for some rea...
He clearly remembered the day he had signed up for the class in which he was now seated. It was an 800 level course intended for graduate students pursuing a Masters or Doctorate. The registrar had informed him that the class was restricted to twenty students and that there were strict prerequisites. Furthermore, since he was not a degree candidate, he would...
William Mallory had been in more airports than he could count, but this was his first time in a train station. If it had been any other time of the year, the place would likely have been far less crowded than your typical airport concourse, but this close to Christmas it was well packed with holiday travelers. "Excuse me..." he said, narrowly avoiding a fe...
It was cold. Even with the sun shining, it was cold. The six men had their greatcoats buttoned tight as they trudged through the woods. Overhead the branches of the trees were bare. They were walking along a small road in a forest. Several feet of snow lay on each side of the road. The snow on the road was packed down, except for the inch or so that had fal...
This is the second installment of the story of a beautiful American businesswoman (Elaine) who come to Jamaica to relax and eventually ends up working in an island whorehouse to pay off a debt. The story began when her husband, Paul, and she arrived on a weekend to unwind and enjoy some romantic time with each other before Paul has to leave on a business tri...
I topped off my tank and returned the hose; all that was left now was to swing back home to load up, then head out. I'd just wanted to gas up first -- there were some fairly long stretches along the way without gas stations. For an older Harley, my Road King gets pretty decent mileage, but even its big gas tank runs dry a lot faster than a car's would. A hi...
The sun caressed my skin as I sat there listening to their conversation. I had left the gym and done my three miles a few hours earlier. Zenning and being with friends was the plan for the rest of the day. If I wasn't Division I, I would have considered lighting up. "No, he's a piece of shit. Seriously, I just don't get your rainbows and puppies attitude....
Apologies for delay... A new round of my favorite thematic, Ancient History. Another shemale on male story, a little darker and rougher than the previous one (A Greek Woman In The Trojan Palace), a lot of betrayal and dishonesties in this one. Again, this conception is not intended to be strictly stick to Official History and Tradition, big thanks to my frie...
Iona honestly felt that she had done nothing wrong. Regardless, she did feel a tremendous amount of guilt eating away at her. Not only had she seen this man of darkness a total of three times now, she also was relieved that he had managed to not lose his life. She had no idea why he was still in the vicinity. Theirs was more or less just a meeting of the eye...
Author's note: Thank you all for the lovely feedback on chapter two. I hope you enjoy this one even better as things are slowly heating up... If you're new to this series - welcome! It would be easier to follow if you start at the beginning. As always, a huge thank you to my co-creator and editor, the outrageously handsome Brit! :) xoxo small_town_...