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The girls go to the playground in short dresses.
I"m a twenty-year-old college sorority girl who used to have an eighteen-year-old girlfriend named Lizzie. Lizzie and I worked together at a coffee shop in the mall where we had a lot of fun teasing and flashing the customers. However, things got a little out of hand and Lizzie ended up paraded through the mall in the nude. When Lizzie"s parents learned of our escapades, Lizzie was banned from the mall and she was forbidden to go out with me ever again. Even though Lizzie and I no longer see each other, she is now very popular with the boys and I am happy for her.
I”m a twenty-year-old college sorority girl who used to have an eighteen-year-old girlfriend named Lizzie. Lizzie and I worked together at a coffee shop in the mall where we had a lot of fun teasing and flashing the customers. However, things got a little out of hand and Lizzie ended up paraded through the mall in the nude. When Lizzie”s parents learned of our escapades, Lizzie was banned from the mall and she was forbidden to go out with me ever again. Even though Lizzie and I no longer see each other, she is now very popular with the boys and I am happy for her. Read more »
PTA Mom exposes the neighbors to each other.
It wasn't late but the kids were in bed and my wife, Dina, and I sat at the island in the kitchen, thumbing through the week's magazines. It was a pleasant end to the day, me holding a cold Sam Adams and Dina idly swirling a glass of Merlot. I was also enjoying the view. She looked great, just back from a meeting, wearing a sharp, black, executive-looking pantsuit, her thick, chin-length dark brown hair swept back stylishly from her face, which had traces of sweetness in it that she almost obscured with a constant expression of pent-up sarcasm. I was wondering how she would look wearing nothing but that new pair of tiny, black-framed reading glasses she had on, when she noticed my stare and spat, "What are you looking at," in way that might have intimidated me if I hadn't known her for so many years.
It wasn’t late but the kids were in bed and my wife, Dina, and I sat at the island in the kitchen, thumbing through the week’s magazines. It was a pleasant end to the day, me holding a cold Sam Adams and Dina idly swirling a glass of Merlot. I was also enjoying the view. She looked great, just back from a meeting, wearing a sharp, black, executive-looking pantsuit, her thick, chin-length dark brown hair swept back stylishly from her face, which had traces of sweetness in it that she almost obscured with a constant expression of pent-up sarcasm. I was wondering how she would look wearing nothing but that new pair of tiny, black-framed reading glasses she had on, when she noticed my stare and spat, “What are you looking at,” in way that might have intimidated me if I hadn’t known her for so many years. Read more »
Sex in the sun is twice as fun.
"**This is the 4th and final chapter in the Moving Day series. If you haven't read the others, or it's been a while since you have, take the time to explore the previous chapters and this one will make a lot more sense. Comments are always welcomed and public comments are highly encouraged!
Thanks for reading the series....hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I did writing it. The Darkness**"
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The trip back to the hotel had my mind reeling. Never in my whole life had I imagined I'd find a girl like Chrysta and never did I imagine that if such a girl did exist that Id pick her up on a whim as I'm leaving one life and trying to start another. The events of the past several hours kept replaying in my mind. The first thought I had of her pulling out a gun and splattering his grey-matter all over the highway was replaced by the look in her dazzling eyes as they turned from sparkling to sultry in the matter of a second. Her demure curiosity was brought back to the fore-front of my thoughts and one clear sentence rang in my head over the din of the pictures and memories, "what am I going to do with this creature beside me?" A second, stronger inner voice simply replied "whatever you want to."
“**This is the 4th and final chapter in the Moving Day series. If you haven’t read the others, or it’s been a while since you have, take the time to explore the previous chapters and this one will make a lot more sense. Comments are always welcomed and public comments are highly encouraged!
Thanks for reading the series….hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I did writing it. The Darkness**”
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The trip back to the hotel had my mind reeling. Never in my whole life had I imagined I’d find a girl like Chrysta and never did I imagine that if such a girl did exist that Id pick her up on a whim as I’m leaving one life and trying to start another. The events of the past several hours kept replaying in my mind. The first thought I had of her pulling out a gun and splattering his grey-matter all over the highway was replaced by the look in her dazzling eyes as they turned from sparkling to sultry in the matter of a second. Her demure curiosity was brought back to the fore-front of my thoughts and one clear sentence rang in my head over the din of the pictures and memories, “what am I going to do with this creature beside me?” A second, stronger inner voice simply replied “whatever you want to.” Read more »
The continuation of Donna's exhibitionism escapades.
It had been several days since our wild lovemaking event on the steps. I felt changed forever. It was very good that the kids were away at college, as I changed my image and my wardrobe. I seldom wore a bra. I noticed the stares and peeks from most everyone I came in contact with.
I became addicted to reading erotic stories. I struggled with thinking about all the varieties of stories. Which ones would I do? What makes Bill hot? I wanted to act out Bill's fantasies, I just hope they didn't involved whips and chains and blood. I toiled with the thought of weird sexual practices, golden showers, gangbangs, anal, and forced. I found myself becoming judgmental with them, but then finally realized, that hey, these things didn't have to make sense. Sexual play comes out of the emotional side of the brain, not the logical.
It had been several days since our wild lovemaking event on the steps. I felt changed forever. It was very good that the kids were away at college, as I changed my image and my wardrobe. I seldom wore a bra. I noticed the stares and peeks from most everyone I came in contact with.
I became addicted to reading erotic stories. I struggled with thinking about all the varieties of stories. Which ones would I do? What makes Bill hot? I wanted to act out Bill’s fantasies, I just hope they didn’t involved whips and chains and blood. I toiled with the thought of weird sexual practices, golden showers, gangbangs, anal, and forced. I found myself becoming judgmental with them, but then finally realized, that hey, these things didn’t have to make sense. Sexual play comes out of the emotional side of the brain, not the logical. Read more »
Jim and Diane tangle in the night.
*Author's Note:* "Enjoy another fantasy that Jim, a reader asked me to add to the fantasies he asked me to write about in the "A Fantasy Realized" collection. Thanks to jushorny and blueyedlvr for helping with editing and flow. ~ Red"
The water churned in the hot tub and the cool night breeze stirred the various potted plants that were littered about the deck. Cher was helping Diane carry food back inside from the cookout that Diane and Jim had thrown that day. Most everyone was gone so it was becoming a more quiet and intimate affair, something they all were looking forward to. The afternoon had been full of family and friends, as well as laughter, drinking, games, and loud music.
*Author’s Note:* “Enjoy another fantasy that Jim, a reader asked me to add to the fantasies he asked me to write about in the “A Fantasy Realized” collection. Thanks to jushorny and blueyedlvr for helping with editing and flow. ~ Red”
The water churned in the hot tub and the cool night breeze stirred the various potted plants that were littered about the deck. Cher was helping Diane carry food back inside from the cookout that Diane and Jim had thrown that day. Most everyone was gone so it was becoming a more quiet and intimate affair, something they all were looking forward to. The afternoon had been full of family and friends, as well as laughter, drinking, games, and loud music. Read more »
Our couple goes shopping & experiments with exhibitionism.
Saturday morning he awoke with an erection and his left arm under the redhead. She was sleeping soundly. He had been dreaming, or more accurately, remembering their experience from the night before. They had gone shopping at the mall to buy some new sexy clothes for her. That was something that she loves about him, he actually enjoys shopping for women's clothes.
As they made their way around to the various women's fashion stores, he would give his honest opinion on outfits she would look at. That was 2 of the other things she loves about him. He'll give his honest opinion (if that's what you really want) on whether he likes something or not. The other thing is that he has an innate ability to recognize something that is her style or will show off her body exceptionally well.
Saturday morning he awoke with an erection and his left arm under the redhead. She was sleeping soundly. He had been dreaming, or more accurately, remembering their experience from the night before. They had gone shopping at the mall to buy some new sexy clothes for her. That was something that she loves about him, he actually enjoys shopping for women’s clothes.
As they made their way around to the various women’s fashion stores, he would give his honest opinion on outfits she would look at. That was 2 of the other things she loves about him. He’ll give his honest opinion (if that’s what you really want) on whether he likes something or not. The other thing is that he has an innate ability to recognize something that is her style or will show off her body exceptionally well. Read more »
A middle aged widow enters her deceased husband's sanctum.
They finished the champagne, taking their time, Julia needed to after one of the strongest orgasms she had ever experienced, and in public too. The thought equally thrilled and shocked her.
'So what do you think of the Duo Zinger?' Jane said after Julia had caught her breath.
'Incredible, really amazing, there aren't words to describe it. That was so outrageous, making me cum like that in here! Do you think he noticed anything?' She tilted her head in the direction of the barman who was attending to a party of four who had seated themselves at a table near the entrance.
They finished the champagne, taking their time, Julia needed to after one of the strongest orgasms she had ever experienced, and in public too. The thought equally thrilled and shocked her.
‘So what do you think of the Duo Zinger?’ Jane said after Julia had caught her breath.
‘Incredible, really amazing, there aren’t words to describe it. That was so outrageous, making me cum like that in here! Do you think he noticed anything?’ She tilted her head in the direction of the barman who was attending to a party of four who had seated themselves at a table near the entrance. Read more »
A stranger in a bar fulfills her wildest fantasy.
I sat on the soft leather barstool, waiting. Sipping my white Russian through a tiny red straw, because I liked the way it felt rolling around on my tongue. My skirt was loose, short and frilly, the style I knew men liked best. I have on a tiny thong that is buried between my cunt lips, reminding me of why I am here and keeping my clit at a low throb. I grind against nothingness once in a while, restless to have something more than satin fabric tugging at my pussy. My blouse is sheer, a halter style, leaving my back bare, and my bra-less titties are tight and high. The light fabric barely brushes my girl-like pointy nipples, teasing and tormenting me with each movement. Once in a while, I run my fingers over a quivering tip, pinching as I go, and my hot little slit gets a trickle of cream in reward.
I sat on the soft leather barstool, waiting. Sipping my white Russian through a tiny red straw, because I liked the way it felt rolling around on my tongue. My skirt was loose, short and frilly, the style I knew men liked best. I have on a tiny thong that is buried between my cunt lips, reminding me of why I am here and keeping my clit at a low throb. I grind against nothingness once in a while, restless to have something more than satin fabric tugging at my pussy. My blouse is sheer, a halter style, leaving my back bare, and my bra-less titties are tight and high. The light fabric barely brushes my girl-like pointy nipples, teasing and tormenting me with each movement. Once in a while, I run my fingers over a quivering tip, pinching as I go, and my hot little slit gets a trickle of cream in reward. Read more »
Her first visit to a swing club.
"The following is a true story and although some of the details may be a little different than what really happened (my memory is not that good), on the whole, the story is true and I have written it to be as close to what really happened as possible. Also, all parties indicated in the story were at least 18 at the time of the events."
I have this friend, for the purposes of this story I'll call him John. John is a bit of a pervert, but he is one of those guys that you just can't help but like and enjoy being with. He and I have been friends since high school and he is THE bad influence in my life. Every once in a blue moon, he calls and asks if I "want to go and have some fun tonight." At first, this statement seemed a little harmless and I always jumped at the chance, but every once in a while it turns into something that really pushes the envelope of my personal preferences.
“The following is a true story and although some of the details may be a little different than what really happened (my memory is not that good), on the whole, the story is true and I have written it to be as close to what really happened as possible. Also, all parties indicated in the story were at least 18 at the time of the events.”
I have this friend, for the purposes of this story I’ll call him John. John is a bit of a pervert, but he is one of those guys that you just can’t help but like and enjoy being with. He and I have been friends since high school and he is THE bad influence in my life. Every once in a blue moon, he calls and asks if I “want to go and have some fun tonight.” At first, this statement seemed a little harmless and I always jumped at the chance, but every once in a while it turns into something that really pushes the envelope of my personal preferences. Read more »
The voyeur returns the surprise.
You have to wonder about Fate sometimes. Just because I happened to take a shortcut one evening, I suddenly found myself voyeur to a stunning, brunette exhibitionist/narcissist, and involved in the most erotic affair of my life. We'd been driving each other to shattering orgasms for weeks, and I'd never even touched her sexually until tonight. I'd been shushed with a finger to the lips every time I tried to speak.
And then, up pops another "Just because". Just because my cousin Jackie was deaf, I knew sign language; and since I knew it, I used a sign when I couldn't think of a pidgin wigwag way to signal "happy".
You have to wonder about Fate sometimes. Just because I happened to take a shortcut one evening, I suddenly found myself voyeur to a stunning, brunette exhibitionist/narcissist, and involved in the most erotic affair of my life. We’d been driving each other to shattering orgasms for weeks, and I’d never even touched her sexually until tonight. I’d been shushed with a finger to the lips every time I tried to speak.
And then, up pops another “Just because”. Just because my cousin Jackie was deaf, I knew sign language; and since I knew it, I used a sign when I couldn’t think of a pidgin wigwag way to signal “happy”. Read more »