My wife Sharon has from time to time spoken about being curious about strip clubs. This is not something that I could ever press her on. She would clam up and act like I was a pervert. However, I have always kept this in the back of my mind. I have a theory that all women, no matter how modest, have an exhibitionist streak in them to some degree. They like...
As I sat on my bed, reading a very dull book for a class I had the next morning, I saw Tamara from the corner of my eye as she passed by my open door. I called out a greeting and she backed up, coming to stand in my doorway and asking what I was reading. I tossed the book aside and told her that it wasn't even worth talking about. It occurred to me that she...
What started out as a normal night hanging with friends turned into one of the most memorable nights ever. We had all been drinking as usual, wine coolers, Jell-O shooters, mudslides whatever was in the house that had alcohol in it we drank. About 9pm everyone was feeling pretty good and that is when the fun started to happen. we had been playing cards and m...
I'm an exhibitionist and I mean that in the clinical sense. I am highly aroused by being watched and there are times when I have a difficult time masturbating if I'm NOT being watched. It wasn't always that way, I used to be your standard red-blooded male who could jerk off at the drop of a hat, but over the years I've delved more and more into exhibitionism...
I first saw her when I was lying on the beach. She and her man were walking toward where I was lying. I thought about rolling over so I would not expose myself to them as they walked by, but then on this beach you presume people are comfortable with nudity. I watched them walk by - hoping they might settle nearby and strip down. She was wearing little black...
If you've been to a strip club-- oh, pardon me, Gentleman's Club-- in the last decade or two, you know what the girls look like these days. Long and lean, muscular and aerobicized. The day of the buxom burlesque queen, or even the natural-breasted cornfed honeys of the 1970s, is long past. If you like back, at best you might get the occasional black dancer w...
I stood in the corner of the classroom. My patience was fading. I had no idea how long I had been standing there; I only knew it was a long time. I waited to hear his voice. I heard him move. I knew better than to turn and look at him; I'd already learned that it would make my situation a whole lot worse. "Turn around. Come and stand in front of me." I tu...
After a couple of hurricanes at Patty O's, we sauntered down the streets of New Orleans until we came to the perfect little sex shop where we elbowed our way in. "Oh,la la!" My eyes widened at the tantalizing array of toys and gadgets and things I had never seen before, enticingly laid out like sweets in a candy store. Chuck, my boyfriend, just laughed w...
The following is a true story and although some of the details may be a little different than what really happened (my memory is not that good), on the whole, the story is true and I have written it to be as close to what really happened as possible. Also, all parties indicated in the story were at least 18 at the time of the events. * When I was in my lat...
I'd just come back from a month away. I'd stayed in a villa set right on a small secluded bay, the white sand hit the decking and the crystal clear sea calmly set it's waves over the waters edge. I was alone and I'd spent my days swimming, swimming for miles & miles around this deserted cove. I'd swum naked and the sun had sailed through the water hitting...