I found you lying there on the bed, asleep. I'd taken too long taking care of other things that keep me apart from you. I like being with you. I like the way you make me feel. It's comfortable, like worn jeans and a cotton sweater on a laughing Sunday afternoon. My hair out of the way, but paint smeared upon my smiling face. Except with you, you make me smol...
We've been friends for a while; unlike others I've met online, you don't feel the need to keep anything from me or hide behind a persona -- that means a lot to me. I like that I can talk to you about anything, that when I need cheering up, you always seem to sense it and know the right thing to say. I like that you can share your joys and tragedies with me....
So there I was, some thirty floors above ground level, my knees knocking together nervously as I balanced precariously on a rickety old work lift cleaning office windows. Not the ideal job for someone who doesn't enjoy heights or the picturesque view of the sprawling city, but a job's a job. And after me spending two-months tracking, hunting and finally land...
It had been her own idea, of course, for her friend Suzanne to take the erotic photographs, the latest stage in a gradual build-up of erotic desire, her late in life awakening. She had only recently realised that she might be an exhibitionist. She had never been, up to now that is, a particularly sexual human being -- especially later in life. Ironically...
She walks into the room and is pleasantly surprised by you. She had only heard about your personality and your ability to stay hard for hours. What a bunch of crap that must be, she thought to herself as she smiled at the thought. You are tall, dark hair, dark eyes, very handsome – those things she forgot to mention in e-mails and chat windows. See, what h...
About this time last year I was coming back to London on the train from Manchester. I sat in my reserved seat and hoped that somebody attractive, interesting or both would sit at the same table. Unfortunately I was soon joined by three women probably in their sixties with nothing funny, bitchy or even philosophical to say to one another. They just chatted ab...
There is only one rule: you can look but you can't touch. Are you in agreement? OK then, let us begin. *** I sit at one end of the bed, you at the other. This seemed like a good idea when I thought of it, but the reality is that I'm terrified. No matter what we've done before, I always worry that I won't live up to your expectations and I'd hate for you to...
I like the idea of Exhibitionism. I want to get naked in front of people and be sexy. I want the thrill of seeing a guy that I don't know get an embarrassingly large hard-on while I parade my tits or ass or show a little pussy. I would love to go panty-less all the time. The idea, and even writing about the idea right now make me horny and not to mention, w...
A snippet from my mind on the journey from London to York... By the time I get onto the train to York I've fucked 17 people. I know, because I counted them. I don't remember them all, though I'm guessing they'll remember me. At least for an hour or two. It started with Monserat, the only one whose name I know - not that I bothered to ask, but she was cle...
The following story in written in 3 pieces. The first and third in the point of view or Mr. WT and the middle section by Miss EP. ***** Written by WT. . . You are in San Fran for business however I am lucky enough to meet you there for 24 hours. I wait for you to finish work as I wait with anticipation from a booth in the near the hotel bar. As I wait I a...