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Rayne prepares for special Lap dance.
The week before Ryan and I met Sara and Cindy, I bought The Skyline, it was a cost cutting endeavor for myself. I didn't touch the facility in any way until I thought of something I could do for Ryan. It came to mind during that week when we made our bimonthly visit to the club. On the Monday after I destroyed his underwear, I ran it by Danni Tucker, the previous owner and the manager, after checking the legality of the idea. She thought it would be great, especially after I showed her that it wasn't illegal. On Thursday we held an employee meeting at noon. Together we pitched it to all the club employees, they loved the idea.
The week before Ryan and I met Sara and Cindy, I bought The Skyline, it was a cost cutting endeavor for myself. I didn’t touch the facility in any way until I thought of something I could do for Ryan. It came to mind during that week when we made our bimonthly visit to the club. On the Monday after I destroyed his underwear, I ran it by Danni Tucker, the previous owner and the manager, after checking the legality of the idea. She thought it would be great, especially after I showed her that it wasn’t illegal. On Thursday we held an employee meeting at noon. Together we pitched it to all the club employees, they loved the idea. Read more »
Naked Yoga leads to rampant sex.
The Thursday arrived when I was to hold my next Naked Yoga lesson. I was preparing all day so that I would do a good job. I went over and over in my mind a programme of what I would say and do. Once I was satisfied I had everything virtually perfect it was time to prepare myself.
I looked in the mirror, nude as I would be in the evening. I was proud of my body. It was nicely toned with a flat tummy, firm thighs and good sized breasts that moved as I stretched. My nipples, as usual, were hard and erect. I felt confident that I looked as good as possible.
The Thursday arrived when I was to hold my next Naked Yoga lesson. I was preparing all day so that I would do a good job. I went over and over in my mind a programme of what I would say and do. Once I was satisfied I had everything virtually perfect it was time to prepare myself.
I looked in the mirror, nude as I would be in the evening. I was proud of my body. It was nicely toned with a flat tummy, firm thighs and good sized breasts that moved as I stretched. My nipples, as usual, were hard and erect. I felt confident that I looked as good as possible. Read more »
Blackmailed, displayed, humilated and handcuffed.
I've been caught.
My last story, 'Her second foray into forced exhibitionism' gave away too much information and I've been found out. It happened when I got home from my last night shift for the month, ready for another 'adventure'. I hadn't planned something as over the top as my previous adventures. I had vowed never again. I had bought a set of remote control butterfly vibrating panties, and had planned to go shopping while wearing them. No exposure, no keys locked in the car, but still outdoor orgasms. I had an haircut appointment, and was looking forward to a having my hair shampooed and massaged by the good looking apprentice (she has the best tits on a 18 year-old I've ever seen).
I’ve been caught.
My last story, ‘Her second foray into forced exhibitionism’ gave away too much information and I’ve been found out. It happened when I got home from my last night shift for the month, ready for another ‘adventure’. I hadn’t planned something as over the top as my previous adventures. I had vowed never again. I had bought a set of remote control butterfly vibrating panties, and had planned to go shopping while wearing them. No exposure, no keys locked in the car, but still outdoor orgasms. I had an haircut appointment, and was looking forward to a having my hair shampooed and massaged by the good looking apprentice (she has the best tits on a 18 year-old I’ve ever seen). Read more »
Reluctant exhibitionism.
"This story is sort of a sequel to Naked at College, but please don't expect it to be of the same genre. I am working on a true sequel to Naked at College and hope to have it loaded the next time (1-2 months from now, which may not mean too much if this isn't the same day that "Modeling for the Class" was loaded). In any case, I do hope you enjoy it!"
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Marilyn Sanders and Alex Brandon had agreed to serve as models for Dr. Magnus Hirschfeld's class. It was quite an opportunity for the students, and Dr. Hirschfeld was tremendously pleased. There was something about having real, live models that made teaching so much more stimulating, inspirational, and, ultimately, insightful. He was frankly surprised that they were so willing, as many previous attempts to obtain models had been unsuccessful. However, he understood the reluctance. How many persons could you expect to be willing to model for a Human Sexuality class, particularly at such a conservative college? Dr. Hirschfeld couldn't be more grateful for their willingness to help with his instruction.
“This story is sort of a sequel to Naked at College, but please don’t expect it to be of the same genre. I am working on a true sequel to Naked at College and hope to have it loaded the next time (1-2 months from now, which may not mean too much if this isn’t the same day that “Modeling for the Class” was loaded). In any case, I do hope you enjoy it!”
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Marilyn Sanders and Alex Brandon had agreed to serve as models for Dr. Magnus Hirschfeld’s class. It was quite an opportunity for the students, and Dr. Hirschfeld was tremendously pleased. There was something about having real, live models that made teaching so much more stimulating, inspirational, and, ultimately, insightful. He was frankly surprised that they were so willing, as many previous attempts to obtain models had been unsuccessful. However, he understood the reluctance. How many persons could you expect to be willing to model for a Human Sexuality class, particularly at such a conservative college? Dr. Hirschfeld couldn’t be more grateful for their willingness to help with his instruction. Read more »
Eukan Jacquekov attends a live sex show in Holland.
I no longer remember the exact date this happened, nor do I know exactly where it happened, but I remember the event itself with great clarity. If that sounds implausible, let me explain.
I had gone to the Netherlands (Holland) to research travel stories about Amsterdam and Rotterdam. I flew from Phoenix, Arizona to Amsterdam and was nearly exhausted by the time I got to my hotel room. Once there, I showered, and then napped for an hour. When I awoke, I called Jan van Gough. I had collaborated with Jan online for more than a year, but I had not met him in person.
I no longer remember the exact date this happened, nor do I know exactly where it happened, but I remember the event itself with great clarity. If that sounds implausible, let me explain.
I had gone to the Netherlands (Holland) to research travel stories about Amsterdam and Rotterdam. I flew from Phoenix, Arizona to Amsterdam and was nearly exhausted by the time I got to my hotel room. Once there, I showered, and then napped for an hour. When I awoke, I called Jan van Gough. I had collaborated with Jan online for more than a year, but I had not met him in person. Read more »
