Exhibitionism - Page 101


Hello, I’m Isaac. today starts my first day of summer vacation. Before the end of my second semester as a sophomore in college I signed up for a foreign exchange program for a promise of an exciting summer adventure. They definitely weren’t lying
Part I ( if you want action, skip this part, unless stories are important to you) It all started when I went to college. My name is John, I am about 5 foot 9, around 140 pounds. I have always been a smaller guy, you could say I was a “late bloomer”
Thursday, July 2nd 2:53 PM It had been over a week since Stephen had humped Jodi Lynn’s leg and came for the first time in his life. She never said anything about her bathing suit nor indicated that she had any knowledge of what happened
A little vignette from the 1950s The world has changed since Evie and I were first thrown together back in the summer of 1954



Chapter 25 At some point in the night, I awoke with a hard-on, and rolling to the left I entered whichever one was on that side (in the morning I discovered it was Joelle) from behind


Chapter 11 Sunday morning My girlfriend had sent me into town to pick up Brittni, along with a shopping list as long as my arm. We had planed a picnic lunch, and a BBQ later tonight, and Kaylee wanted everything to be perfect
Dog’s Life Events moved quickly once Sammie chose her path. Matt kitted Sammie out in some spare accessories and she spent that first evening reading ‘The Basics of Life as a Dog’. Her hair was chopped and Rosie kindly tied in yellow ribbons so she made ‘just the most pretty Dog’
I must have a confused look on my face. My husband has me hanging from his shoulder with my arm over the top of his while he cradles me around my back, his opposite hand tucked under my bent knee. A total stranger he just met has my other side and is doing the same



The Bimbo Formula Chapter 3: Bimbo Wife Fucks the Photographer Copyright 2015 Frank Even in her baggy dress, my bimbo wife Alice looked amazing. Her ass shook as she walked to our car, her curly, red hair falling about her shoulders



For covers of my stories, see -- This is an episode in the NAKED LEGAL group of stories



Author’s Note: This story is heavily inspired by my other series, Exhibitionist Sister. My name is Alex. It was a Friday night, and I was sitting in the basement of my girlfriend’s parents’ house



Author's Note, Part 2: As this series approaches conclusion (less than 10 chapters left!) I thought I would respond to several requests from readers to provide cast biographies



Its late at night. Around 3 am. From a deep sleep Amanda is woken up by a combination of tapping at the door and her phone vibrating on the night stand. Slowly she looks at her phone. The number is blocked and stops before she can answer



Ash gawped at his mother, incredulous as to what she had just said. He understood the basic premise of what had happened, but the reasoning she must have had absolutely baffled him. “Why?! Why would you do that?!” He pleaded, voice light and desperate
It was dark as the inside of your eyelids in every direction but the voice in my head kept steering me onward. “Forward, at all costs Nigel