I pulled into the parking lot and turned off my car. The sun was dazzling. It was a hot early autumn afternoon, nearly eighty degrees out, and I still hadn't gotten my air-conditioning fixed. The weather would turn cooler soon enough and then I wouldn't have to get it fixed until spring, I thought. I sat there with the windows rolled down. My t-shirt stuck t...
Who was Joe Whuzzit? Yep, that's what we wanted to know. Who was that polite, kinky, wealthy man? And why would an obviously sophisticated, educated, well to do person hang out with bikers and Strippers? Why would he look twice at an older married woman? Tuesday, we stopped at one of the bars for a short time. Mostly asking about how safe it was visiting...
Like most people that enjoy a good tale of romance, I've read a fair number of erotic stories from the Internet that the authors claim to be true. Of course if some of these stories were actually true, it would mean that the entire world is made up large breasted bisexual women that are completely insatiable and handsome men with 9 inch penises running aroun...
This is the landing page that will take you to the several stories re-archiving here. I am also using this section for new stories with the same themes as my other stories. That way I don't have twenty different stories all over the place that cover the same stuff. You can get it here. If you want to add on, or take a story a different way-- please, please d...
Continued... A couple of rounds later and I was feeling no pain. I had been trying, to no avail, to convince my friend that she should take a page from Jenny's book and do some body shots on the bar. I even offered her twenty bucks - not that generous, I know, considering she had paid me thirty for my underwear. We were both just observing the crowd and the...
Living in an affluent neighborhood outside a major U.S. city is a highly respected 34 year old professional woman from the south named Cathy who has dirty blond hair, has hazel colored eyes, is 5'3" tall, weighs 143 pounds, has measurements of 41-29-38, has a work history of having been a stripper for eight years beginning in her late teens, and has a sexual...
What's a Strip Club look Like? Living a sheltered life, yet born and raised near Peoria, Illinois, known then as the sex and prostitution capitol of the Midwest, I learned early in life about these Meat Markets and those Houses of Ill Repute. It wasn't till my 21st. year, Dollie's 19th, that we actually got to visit Strip Joints. Maybe my life wasn't as...
I guess you've figured out that I am a wannabe exhibitionist. If you read chapter one (and I'd suggest you do that first), you'll know that for as long as I can remember I loved to be naked. I'm really a good girl and while I spent a lot of my growing up years naked, around the house, outside, sunbathing, even going for long walk in the woods behind our hous...
Note: This story is entirely fictional written for readers' enjoyment, and bears no resemblance to any people living or dead. It is in a sense of re-working of some of the concepts behind my "Burrinjack Social Club" story, which I was never fully satisfied with (& is my lowest scoring story). It also picks up characters from my previous story, "Fun In The Tr...
All characters in this story are entirely fictitious and bear no resemblance to any person living or dead. This story is about a group of wives – mostly sexually frustrated wives – who started their own club. It is a private club for which you need membership (wives only), or an introduction by an existing member giving you the right to go there (others). T...