Exhibitionism - Page 145

This story is a work of fiction. Like most of my stories, the basic scenario is one suggested by a friend of mine

I’ve known Jan, my wife, since we were in the 7th grade. You might say we sort of matured together. At the time she was a small girl, quiet, a bit shy and some might say bookish, a good student. Not one of the more socially popular girls that the boys were swarming around

WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental

ings Up: things get revealed at Mardi Gras (MF, rom, exhib, “disfigured”, cheat, booze, oral, creampie) *********** Unlike Part #2, this does lean heavily on Cancer Free For 62 months (but almost nothing in Part two is important, not even that Professor Sabin and Professora Jackson were lovers)

Wendy smiled as they passed the starting field. The sun was already blasting down on the busy crowd, colorful shirts and nervous chatter overloaded her senses. "Thanks for doing this, Luke! I'll make it up soon." "No worries, Wendy. Just let me win this time

Day Ten School was boring and uneventful that Wednesday. I sat in English class listening to my teacher ramble on about the differences between two types of poems. Talk about boring. I squirmed in my seat. It seemed the more sex I got, the more I wanted

Widow Neighbor – Revisited Normally, when I have completed a story, or even a series, I prefer to stop, rather than continue with a weak follow up that is filled with just suck, fuck, hump and bump

Make sure you read parts 1 & 2 first or it will make no sense. Hello Everyone. I’d like to start out by apologizing for taking so long to write the epic conclusion of this love triangle of a story

Being naughty I had married young and we had a little girl. My wife and I loved to party and had loads of friends that loved the same thing. We would get drunk and smoke weed at parties when we could get Mom to look after our kid

You and I are in the Bay Area hanging out and we see a sex shop. We go in to check it out, it’s the usual and there isn’t much there that we haven’t seen before. There are a couple of people hanging out but it’s not really crowded. In the back there is a door that connects a hallway

This part of my story is about a young store clerk named Summer. She is a young woman that Jenn and I met in the Bikini Hut that she works at. She caught Jenn giving me a BJ in a change room of the store

It was a late Friday night when Lucky, black male at age 18, was walking home from the neighborhood bar. A beat up jet black Ford Escort pulled up, made a loud screeching sound, and 2 men hoodies jumped out the car with guns. “Give that shit up!” one said

She’d known this was coming for days now. Maybe even weeks. She’d called in sick to work a couple of times, completely out of character, begging off with giddy lies of a bad cold

Look at the categories, and read according to your pleasure, that way you will not get to the bottom of a story, and feel like you need to complain about the subject matter. Unless, someone didn't correctly identify their story

Sleepovers Continuing on the theme of flashing my girl friends, I used to stay at my friend Chris' house quite often. He had a sister, Chloe about 13 years old and she had a friend Louise and she often slept over on the same nights