I remember it was spring; I had just had a birthday a week or two before. I'm just out of the shower, trying to figure out what to wear. I'm standing in front of my dresser mirror, towel secured around me, rubbing moisturizer into my face when I hear the noise of trucks outside my bedroom window, down by the street. I turn and cross the room, going to the wi...
John was the typical high school loser, and he knew it. There were a variety of reasons for his lack of popularity, but he knew insufficient confidence was at the top of his list. He was a little less than average height, scrawny, and as far as he was concerned, not particularly handsome. He had friends—other high school losers—and they were all guys. Becaus...
I had moved into my apartment nearly a year ago, but was never home. I had class, or concerts, or friends. Shit, most of my time as of late has gone to drinking or trying to get laid; failing at the latter, but excelling at the first. Vodka was my poison of choice, I could barely taste it going down but it would fuck me up quick. Boston was an evil city; it...
I've had several people comment on the story I wrote in which I recalled the events of an evening spent in Duluth, MN where I took full advantage of exposing T in front of the large windows of our hotel room. There was a group of guys across the canal watching us during this time and I thought I'd try to write a story from the perspective of one of the watch...
He was just looking out the window - he did that on occasion, trying to escape from work - when he saw her. It was her white-blonde hair that caught his eye. The sun gleamed off it. Hard to ignore. She walked into the hotel; he caught just a glimpse of her before she was out of sight. Shrugging, he turned back to his work. But the best laid plans... He gre...
We had planned this trip to NYC for over a year. It was a chance for us to get away from the house, away from the kids, take in a Broadway show, a few dinners, to take in New York City, and to relax/enjoy each other's company. We booked a room at the Marriott in lower Manhattan. We were told the hotel was fully booked on our arrival. We got a room on the 6t...
Chapter 1 -- The Peeper Susie had just turned 18 and was both proud and disappointed that she'd never been with a guy. Susie had always been absorbed in her studies and had little time to date. It wasn't that she wasn't interested in dating. It's just that she couldn't see she had the time to develop a relationship. That could always come later. Susie knew...
Hello and thanks for reading this story. The story is quite tame but does describe an evening of exhibitionism and it a true story as well. For some reason one of my favorite places where I have had ample opportunity to show of T's naked body is in Duluth, MN. We do have a favorite hotel in where we often stay and exhibitionism there is very easy, but we'v...
As he walked back toward his own house, Bret struggled with his conscience about his next move. Ordinarily, he would have showered, gotten something to eat, and settled in to watch any one of a number of play-off games on TV. The satellite made program selections much more complex than was necessary, he thought – kind of like fast food menu options these day...
We were like many small-town young married couples in the 1970s that got married right out of high school. Lisa and I were sweethearts in our senior year and were both 18 years old at our small wedding. My young, shy, naïve wife was just 5'3" tall and weighed 105 pounds with short shoulder length blonde hair. I always loved her bouncy little B breasts and fi...