Exhibitionism - Page 51



Note: ——I am NOT the author! There are several authors actually, I’m not so certain that any one of them is the creator, but I know it’s not me. I am simply sharing this lovely story with all of you because I have not seen it on here



My dear sister. I have arrived safely in the UK. I was very seasick on the fishing boat and |I thought I would neer get the stink of fish out of my hair but we arrived at New Lynn quite safely. The men were very nice and helpfuland they found me a job in a club
Hi everyone. Well, sitting here sort of bored and Dana recommended I write something from my journal so I thought this would be great. It is from a few years ago before my surgery and so a lot wilder
Waking I noticed Cindy propped on her elbow staring at me. "What's up Cindy, you ok?" "I'm wonderful. I was just waiting for you to wake so we could make love." Now THAT's how to start the day
I waited a few days before calling Jessica again, and it was tough making it through a full Sunday of jerking and thinking of her and two days of work without calling her every minute



Authors Note: This is a long story, containing 10 chapters, a prologue and epilogue. All chapters have been submitted and should be posted within a few days of each other. The idea for this story came from a story idea forum


Chapter Six ZANDER “Yavara, it’s way too easy for me to get through that head. You need to either defend or counterattack; not try both.” Prestira lectured Yavara as the dark-elf collapsed on the floor, her chest heaving



Friday: Her lips cried no, but her body writhed with carnal passion. Her cries fell on deaf ears, but the language her body spoke was one her incestuous family knew well. Her body began to quiver against her will. She was cumming, and cumming hard



4 Curious College Girls By John Morrison Creator of “The Adventures of John and Holly” Chapter 1: Wild Tongues October, Freshman Year “Did you see Cynthia today?” Alex asked Taylor, as they sat watching TV in the middle of the night



s Wicked Campaign Chapter Three: Futa's First Wild Debate By mypenname3000 Copyright 2018 April 17th, 2047 “So it's the Saturday before the election,” Adelia said, the caramel-skinned talk show host who was interviewing me, “and you're finally included in the final presidential debate



Fbailey story number 742 My Photography Class I joined a photography class. I had to sign a form and so did my parents because I was under age. I was only fourteen years old at the time and no one was over eighteen except the teacher. She was in her early twenties
Day Seven ADRIANNA There were times in my life where I stopped, considered the situation I was in, and whispered to myself, “What the fuck happened?” I was having one of those moments when I woke up that morning



I have a friend named Molly, she’s 18 and almost ready to graduate high school. We’ve talked on the phone while I was away and the conversations turned to sex. She told how she wanted to have sex with me, since I’m fairly sure she’s a virgin I was intrigued
Despite Kathy’s warning that I’d need to be well-rested for Tuesday’s performance (or maybe because of it), I tossed and turned most of the night, as I searched for a way out of the trap I was in



Author’s Note: Although this story can be read independently, it was created as a follow-up to the Doggy Style and the Hung Like a Stallion series. For full enjoyment—and to avoid spoilers—please read Doggy Style (Parts 1-5 + Bonus) and Hung Like a Stallion (Parts 1-5 + Bonus)