This is the story of how my wife and I became the exhibitionist we are today. Basically it is our memory and looking at the many pictures we took over the years is how this story was put together. My wife and I were both raised in religious families and attended the same Baptist Church and went to the same public schools since we were babies. My name is Nor...
"Hey, Matty, why you doing that?" The woman's voice broke through my reverie, as I lay naked on the bed, my cock softening, the cum seeping into my pubic hair. I scrambled under the bedclothes, embarrassed, looked at Marie, apologising, flustered. We had got to know Marie over the 5 or 6 days we had been at the hotel and apartment complex -- our chamber mai...
Words? What are they anyway? Constructs of man to explain things he himself doesn't truly understand. Definitions; An attempt to illustrate the meaning of words. Etymology; The study of words – mans legitimate attempt at explaining why words mean anything. Some say that exhibitionists are those who enjoy displaying themselves to others in public. So then,...
This story came to me from a friend and his wife. Actually, they told it to me many years ago, before I was married and just after they and I had had a fun threesome in their living room. I will try now to capture it as he and she told it to me at the time. At that time, the story was fresh in their memories, having happened less than a year before. We we...
This is my entry for the Winter Holidays Story Contest. This is my first attempt at entering a Literotica contest, and hope it will be well received. * Benjamin Scott was overcome with joy as he held his newborn daughter in his arms in the maternity ward of St. Francis Medical center. His beautiful young wife had delivered little Wendy, who was named after...
"Doctor?" Clara said by rote. "Why are we at 13 Paternoster Row in 1893?" The Doctor looked up from a read-out on the TARDIS's console that did not do much more, in point of fact, but play Flappy Bird. "Now, that's hardly fair. When we weren't here ten minutes ago, you didn't ask why we weren't at 13 Paternoster Row in 1893." "It's just that we seem to c...
Hello readers, Thank you all for reading Dark Chocolate: A Mature Story. This is continuation of that story. The character Keisha was introduced briefly in chapter two of that tale, and for some reason I feel compelled to tell her story. I must state that these are fictional characters and exist solely in my imagination. Also, thank you Willieone and 2275...
Disclaimer: I began writing this seven part saga in late 2015. As the old saying goes; all good things come to an end. Here are parts 6 and 7. I hope you enjoy reading them, as I did writing this chronicle. All are over 18 years of age. This story is completely fictional. None of the characters portrayed are real, also none of these sexual encounters ever...
In the first two chapters the innkeeper, Stephen, enjoys playing with his guests for the weekend, Jack and Jane. Jack has offered his trophy wife Jane for Stephen's pleasure. Unselfishly Stephen invites Elizabeth, a bisexual friend, to come for dinner. Both women are forced to submit in ways that drive them crazy with lust. Chapter 3 tells what happens start...
Bangkok. We fucked like teenagers over the next few days in Bangkok after my wife was bound and used by her American FWB and his friend. She didn't learn the name of the friend and never asked. She loved the whole experience, to be bound, helpless, desired, used and satisfied sexually eventually. It's been a good trip so far and it was about to get better....