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Wife is seduced onstage.
We had just gotten married and this was our honeymoon trip. We traveled from a small town in Wisconsin to New York City for a week of fun and games. After months of "dry runs," it was in a room at the Marriott Marquis that first night I introduced her to sex. At first, she was a little hesitant but she quickly developed a love of fucking. She told me the third night, after she had left me drained, that she didn't know how she had managed to save her cherry until we were married.
I marveled at how much pleasure her petite little body could give me. She was extremely active in bed, enthusiastically participating with her mouth, her hands and every other part of her magnificent little body. She was only about 4 feet 10 inches tall and weighed scarcely 95 pounds. It was all distributed in the right places, though, and her ass was just sensational. I tried to get her to let me ass fuck her on the fourth night but she was to frightened of the idea to let me go through with it.
We had just gotten married and this was our honeymoon trip. We traveled from a small town in Wisconsin to New York City for a week of fun and games. After months of “dry runs,” it was in a room at the Marriott Marquis that first night I introduced her to sex. At first, she was a little hesitant but she quickly developed a love of fucking. She told me the third night, after she had left me drained, that she didn’t know how she had managed to save her cherry until we were married.
I marveled at how much pleasure her petite little body could give me. She was extremely active in bed, enthusiastically participating with her mouth, her hands and every other part of her magnificent little body. She was only about 4 feet 10 inches tall and weighed scarcely 95 pounds. It was all distributed in the right places, though, and her ass was just sensational. I tried to get her to let me ass fuck her on the fourth night but she was to frightened of the idea to let me go through with it. Read more »
Prim student jumps him in full view of downtown Chicago
I"ve always been a voyeur. I peek and I pry and I glimpse and I glance every chance I get, and I"ve been rewarded quite a few times. Naked breasts here, a panty-clad ass there. This story, though, is actually about the only time (to my knowledge) that I provided voyeur fodder for others.
I was driving around Lake Michigan thanks to a work trip. On my way through the Windy City I stopped to spend the night with a friend – a former flame, really. We were an item fresh out of college, had a falling out and had only recently repaired our relationship. She was in grad school, and student housing was in a high rise.
I”ve always been a voyeur. I peek and I pry and I glimpse and I glance every chance I get, and I”ve been rewarded quite a few times. Naked breasts here, a panty-clad ass there. This story, though, is actually about the only time (to my knowledge) that I provided voyeur fodder for others.
I was driving around Lake Michigan thanks to a work trip. On my way through the Windy City I stopped to spend the night with a friend – a former flame, really. We were an item fresh out of college, had a falling out and had only recently repaired our relationship. She was in grad school, and student housing was in a high rise. Read more »
They try mutual masturbation after their first meeting.
This story is fiction, but the act has been a very real part of my sex life for many years. The names, and situation is fiction, but this great foreplay activity is something I've shared with my now ex-wife, and other beautiful, generous, loving, trusting, sensual, orgasmic, classy ladies. It's something that brings two people together closer than they would ever think possible.
Mutual masturbation is something that creates trust (very important in bed), encourages good communication even outside of sex, and helps eliminate the inhibitions that limit our total sexual fulfillment. It's also a nice way for two people to continue their sexual relations even after physical limitations restrict normal sexual activities, like intercourse. I've enjoyed both ways, each of us masturbating the other person, and masturbating ourselves in front of the other person.
This story is fiction, but the act has been a very real part of my sex life for many years. The names, and situation is fiction, but this great foreplay activity is something I’ve shared with my now ex-wife, and other beautiful, generous, loving, trusting, sensual, orgasmic, classy ladies. It’s something that brings two people together closer than they would ever think possible.
Mutual masturbation is something that creates trust (very important in bed), encourages good communication even outside of sex, and helps eliminate the inhibitions that limit our total sexual fulfillment. It’s also a nice way for two people to continue their sexual relations even after physical limitations restrict normal sexual activities, like intercourse. I’ve enjoyed both ways, each of us masturbating the other person, and masturbating ourselves in front of the other person. Read more »
Colin returns from college to find new neighbors.
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Chapter One
My life never was the same after Rose came into my life. Even twenty years later I"m a different man than I would have been without her. Rose was the girl that forced me to make that tiny step between really living life and just passing through.
Rose lived in the house behind ours. She moved into our neighborhood sometime during my sophomore year of college. I was down attending school in Southern California, although my parents lived in New Hampshire. Maybe that is part of the reason that my experience Rose is so real. There was no warning for me. I had no idea the house behind ours had new owners until I came home in May, and by then they were all moved in. And it was the shock of that knowledge that truly begins this story.
“Please if you like this story, send me feedback and vote. Other than that, enjoy.”
Chapter One
My life never was the same after Rose came into my life. Even twenty years later I”m a different man than I would have been without her. Rose was the girl that forced me to make that tiny step between really living life and just passing through.
Rose lived in the house behind ours. She moved into our neighborhood sometime during my sophomore year of college. I was down attending school in Southern California, although my parents lived in New Hampshire. Maybe that is part of the reason that my experience Rose is so real. There was no warning for me. I had no idea the house behind ours had new owners until I came home in May, and by then they were all moved in. And it was the shock of that knowledge that truly begins this story. Read more »
He gets to be naked around women for the first time!
I'm a 25-year-old straight male. Since very young, I've always known that I'm an exhibitionist. I love to be seen naked. Just the thought of it arouses me. During my teenage years, my mind was always filled with imaginations of different situations of how I could be seen naked, accidentally or with a reason. Situations such as being asked by female doctors to get undressed, the sales woman walking in as I was trying on new pants, modeling nude for art students, streaking in public places and getting caught by women excited me. These scenes of imagination accompanied me for many years as I was growing up. I thought I was abnormal or had some kind of psychological problem. It wasn't until I was in my twenties and the Internet became widely available that I learned about exhibitionism, that there are millions of other people like me who enjoy exposing themselves to strangers of the opposite sex.
I’m a 25-year-old straight male. Since very young, I’ve always known that I’m an exhibitionist. I love to be seen naked. Just the thought of it arouses me. During my teenage years, my mind was always filled with imaginations of different situations of how I could be seen naked, accidentally or with a reason. Situations such as being asked by female doctors to get undressed, the sales woman walking in as I was trying on new pants, modeling nude for art students, streaking in public places and getting caught by women excited me. These scenes of imagination accompanied me for many years as I was growing up. I thought I was abnormal or had some kind of psychological problem. It wasn’t until I was in my twenties and the Internet became widely available that I learned about exhibitionism, that there are millions of other people like me who enjoy exposing themselves to strangers of the opposite sex. Read more »
She goes out on the prowl.
Fourteen years ago, at the age of 18, I became pregnant, and got married, three months before the birth. Two years later, I had my second son.
Six months after I had my second baby, my elder sister, Jenny, told me that, instead of sitting around, looking like an old woman, I needed a few nights out.
I knew that she went, with five or six friends to the local social club, every Friday night, to see local rock bands, but she had never invited me, before.
When we met, in a pub, I felt a bit dowdy, compared to the rest of the girls. I was dressed in an old white blouse, black trousers and sensible shoes. Jenny wore a short, low cut dress, which left little to the imagination. The others were dressed similarly, with loads of bright make-up on. They all looked very sexy. When I commented, on their dress sense, Jenny laughed, saying that all of the women dressed like them, and I would have to get my act together, if I wanted to come out with them again. When we got to the club, she was right, it was like a fashion parade.
Fourteen years ago, at the age of 18, I became pregnant, and got married, three months before the birth. Two years later, I had my second son.
Six months after I had my second baby, my elder sister, Jenny, told me that, instead of sitting around, looking like an old woman, I needed a few nights out.
I knew that she went, with five or six friends to the local social club, every Friday night, to see local rock bands, but she had never invited me, before.
When we met, in a pub, I felt a bit dowdy, compared to the rest of the girls. I was dressed in an old white blouse, black trousers and sensible shoes. Jenny wore a short, low cut dress, which left little to the imagination. The others were dressed similarly, with loads of bright make-up on. They all looked very sexy. When I commented, on their dress sense, Jenny laughed, saying that all of the women dressed like them, and I would have to get my act together, if I wanted to come out with them again. When we got to the club, she was right, it was like a fashion parade. Read more »
She rediscovers herself, & lets others discover her too.
Nancy Ryan was lying by her pool, letting the last full rays of the warm afternoon sun sooth her muscles. The large back yard was surrounded by a stripped sapling privacy screen. The pool shimmered invitingly alongside her chaise lounge. It had been a late night and it felt good to just let the sun warm her back. She felt wonderfully alive, was quietly thinking over her life.
Nancy had reached the middle time of life. The time between those years devoted to school and getting started in life and the dreaded old age portion. Those years of newfound freedom. When you have made it and want to enjoy the fruits of the labor. People guess her age to be 'early forties', and their guess is several years too young. She is pretty, and looks firm, with rounded curves and very pretty legs.
Nancy Ryan was lying by her pool, letting the last full rays of the warm afternoon sun sooth her muscles. The large back yard was surrounded by a stripped sapling privacy screen. The pool shimmered invitingly alongside her chaise lounge. It had been a late night and it felt good to just let the sun warm her back. She felt wonderfully alive, was quietly thinking over her life.
Nancy had reached the middle time of life. The time between those years devoted to school and getting started in life and the dreaded old age portion. Those years of newfound freedom. When you have made it and want to enjoy the fruits of the labor. People guess her age to be ‘early forties’, and their guess is several years too young. She is pretty, and looks firm, with rounded curves and very pretty legs. Read more »
At dinner with a stranger, she is dessert.
"In the first story (Hotel Pictures Ch. 01) we told you the story about our first night in NYC, where we took in a Broadway play and then returned to the hotel for some heavy sex and picture play. Our pictures recorded our exhibitionism. Our exhibitionism took us into the hotel hallway, and finally into another man's room, where Molly received some great sex from two men.
We slept the night as a three. In the morning the man was gone. In his place we found a box and a note."
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“In the first story (Hotel Pictures Ch. 01) we told you the story about our first night in NYC, where we took in a Broadway play and then returned to the hotel for some heavy sex and picture play. Our pictures recorded our exhibitionism. Our exhibitionism took us into the hotel hallway, and finally into another man’s room, where Molly received some great sex from two men.
We slept the night as a three. In the morning the man was gone. In his place we found a box and a note.”
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Two people find an exciting way to wait out a thunderstorm.
Her skirt swishes as she walks, the fabric floating around her stocking encased legs. She looks up as the first few drops begin to fall. "Typical," she laughs, but continues her casual walk. Having lived here all her life this isn't enough to bother her. Rain is very common weather here and she rarely carries an umbrella. She's never been one to panic about getting a little water on her. The rain starts coming down a bit harder, rapidly on the way to soaking her. She looks around for some sort of shelter as the drops begin to pound. Spotting a phone booth she tucks her head down and hurries over to it. They almost crash into each other, both looking agape at the other and slightly winded.
Her skirt swishes as she walks, the fabric floating around her stocking encased legs. She looks up as the first few drops begin to fall. “Typical,” she laughs, but continues her casual walk. Having lived here all her life this isn’t enough to bother her. Rain is very common weather here and she rarely carries an umbrella. She’s never been one to panic about getting a little water on her. The rain starts coming down a bit harder, rapidly on the way to soaking her. She looks around for some sort of shelter as the drops begin to pound. Spotting a phone booth she tucks her head down and hurries over to it. They almost crash into each other, both looking agape at the other and slightly winded. Read more »
Boyfriend dares her to enter a bikini contest.
I look over at the faces in the crowd. I see mostly men, although there are a few couples and single women in the audience. There are a lot of military uniforms, and a lot of tourists. My legs are shaking, and my heart beats at twice its normal speed. I feel very nervous, and begin to have second thoughts. Yet I have never been so pleasantly excited in my entire life. I am peeking through an opening from behind the curtains, standing on a wood stage, about to bare my entire body to over 200 people in the audience of a large strip club in Honolulu, Hawaii.
I look over at the faces in the crowd. I see mostly men, although there are a few couples and single women in the audience. There are a lot of military uniforms, and a lot of tourists. My legs are shaking, and my heart beats at twice its normal speed. I feel very nervous, and begin to have second thoughts. Yet I have never been so pleasantly excited in my entire life. I am peeking through an opening from behind the curtains, standing on a wood stage, about to bare my entire body to over 200 people in the audience of a large strip club in Honolulu, Hawaii. Read more »