“October 31, 1997 (when I started writing this story)
I’ve had this one around awhile, and have two more chapters (unfinished). Got a little wordy in places, but still plenty of sex. Let me know what you think.”
*Henhouse part 1*
Hi, my name is Mike, I own a large house near a sizable Liberal Arts College. My wife, Mary, and I bought it about six years ago, with the intention of making it in to a bed and breakfast inn. Before we got very far though, she was diagnosed as having cancer. We hurriedly fixed up six sleeping rooms upstairs, and started renting them to college students. With my wife ailing, we were unable to supply meals, but did allow full use of the kitchen and large dining room. At my wife’s insistence we only rented to female students, thinking they would be less rowdy and destructive. I have never regretted her decision! Read the rest of this entry »
“My first fan emailed me and asked me to write her a “Stroke Story”. This is for her. This work is entirely fictional. Peeping through someone’s window is illegal, and I do not condone it. This is entirely fantasy. ”
It all started last summer after my neighbor’s daughter had returned from her first year of college. They lived behind me, and over the years I had watched her blossom into an attractive young woman.
I had been working in my backyard, cleaning the pool one warm June evening, I happened to glance up at Kristin’s bedroom window. Her blinds were down, but not closed all the way, I noticed that if I stood in a certain spot I could see into her bedroom. At first I didn’t think much of it. About an our later I happened to glance up again just in time to catch her standing in front of her dresser and mirror fastening her bra. I gulped, and felt myself hardening. I thought, ‘Oh, if I only had been a few minutes earlier.’ Read the rest of this entry »
The Education: Elaine & Seline Part 8
I took the rest of the day off from the gym and headed home to relax. Of course, when you’re a single guy, “relax” means doing laundry, cleaning up the place, emptying the dishwasher of clean dishes, etc. At about 5:45 Elaine called to ask me if she was going to see me at the gym or afterward. I told her no to the gym and that I wasn’t sure about afterward.
“Not getting tired of great sex, are you?” she asked, the lightness of her voice making it plain that she was joking. Read the rest of this entry »
Jacquie gave herself one last look in the mirror that was hanging on the wall in her hotel room. What greeted her in return was a lovely woman with her dark hair pinned up and just a curl or two tumbling down to her bare shoulders. The spaghetti straps of her pastel flowered sun-dress rested gently on her deeply tanned shoulders. The tight bodice of her dress bound her rounded breasts tight so that even without a bra they only bounced slightly when she walked.
Turning right then left she continued to admire herself in the mirror. She was pleased to note that the tight belt cinched her already slim waist making it look even slimmer. The skirt hid the sensuousness of her shapely hips but not for long she thought to herself. Even though the day was a hot one, Jacquie opted to wear her silky stay up stockings. Normally she would have just slipped her bare feet into a pair of sandals rather than the spiked sling-backed heels, but today she was going for sex appeal not for comfort. Jacquie slid her lipstick across her sultry lips one last time; pressing them together tightly to smooth it out. She kissed the air and giggled. Read the rest of this entry »
It was Marla”s birthday a few years ago, and we embarked out on our usual dinner ritual with our friends, another couple. We”d go out the weekend before, or after, for each of our birthdays. This particular year the four of us went out on a Saturday night, and we were feeling like stirring things up a little for a change. We all called it our “night out away from the kids,” so to speak. This particular time it was, as I”d said, Marla”s birthday, hence the story below.
On this occasion we all planned to go out to dinner, then afterwards to a club for some dancing. The other couple was Angie and Cosmo. They were quite the opposite of each other in most ways, sexually as well. Cosmo was basically a laid back kind of guy. He was very nice, but definitely Angie”s polar opposite; sexually he was way too vanilla for anyone”s taste. Cosmo is a stocky guy, a little graying up top, but average looking. Now Angie, she is a very pretty Columbian woman. Pretty isn”t a good word; she”s spicy. She has jet-black hair that”s medium length, a very nice body, and this incredible sexy Spanish accent. And to top it off, she, too, likes to dress sexy. She is taller than the typical South American girl, and has these piercing dark eyes. She also has a tremendous sexual appetite that was apparently being stifled with Cosmo. From our other stories you might know that Marla is very sexual, and has that sultry, get anything she wants, look about her. Angie has a similar way about her, but hasn”t learned how to use it. She”s much more tentative and unsure of herself, but she does have a very active sexual imagination. Cosmo, on the other hand, is pretty bland sexually, not at all overt, and provides no sexual tension when he”s around. Angie once told Marla ” He”s a great woman satisfier. He is the best lover ever”, then she”d add with a grin, “If you ask him.” Read the rest of this entry »
There were two of them, as plain looking as you could ever hope to avoid picking up on a dark night. One of them was a real dogface. The other had protruding teeth and bifocals. They were Linda’s cousins, and they’d stopped off on a cross country Greyhound trip to call on Linda. But Linda was away that week, and I was stuck with them. Just my luck, I thought. Two bimbos staying the night and they’re so ugly I’m happy enough to put them in the guest room.
Fortunately their homeliness extended to cooking and washing the dishes, so I got a good meal out of it. And to give them their due they were lively enough—one of them was a real comedian, in fact. Read the rest of this entry »
“Amy, I need to straighten a couple of things out with you.”
The morning’s events at the supermarket worried me. Amy had been in a very playful mood, and she was being very provocative, pushing me to see how daring I was prepared to be – or how daring I was prepared to let her be. I felt sure that her over-the-top display was her way of over-compensating for being dumped by her boyfriend, and I didn’t want her to start something with me that she would regret later. And, however tempting it was for me to take advantage of her openness and sexual teasing, she was young, I liked her, and I didn’t want to lose her as a model, or to lose her as a friend. It was very flattering that she seemed to be flirting with me quite seriously, but to be really honest, I was also scared of getting too close to her and then losing her completely. I wasn’t ready for unrequited love. Read the rest of this entry »
About me:
I’m a 23 year old Nurse working at a large hospital in Adelaide, South Australia (OK – I work at Flinders). I’m quite short (4′11″ or 150 cm) and skinny, but not anorexic or anything. I’m a b-cup up top, pale skin with get-black straight hair down to my shoulders. I don’t think I’m stunningly pretty, but I’m alright.
This is my second foray into forced exhibitionism inspired by literotica. I’d been quietly planning this for over a month.
It started when I attended a friend’s wedding at Maslins Beach. Maslins in Australia’s oldest nudist beach – but only at one end. My friend, a colleague from work was married at the northern (non-nude) end. The happy couple are a very Christian couple, and there was nothing nude about the event at all. What got me thinking was I noticed the public transport bus number (metrolink for the locals). 741 is the same bus that goes right past my flat. I live east of the city (Norwood for the locals), so I was surprised the same bus goes that far – it probably goes through the city and then continues on. When I was at uni and still at my parents house I had seen a number of bus routes that did this. I haven’t caught a bus since I got my car so I hadn’t realised where my local bus went. Read the rest of this entry »
*Chapter 11 Peeping Tom*
It was just after supper; as I headed to an evening class with Professor Sandra Minx. While I wheeled along the path; I could feel my manhood growing; as I thought about my meeting with Cynthia and her mother the previous weekend. The two insatiable women had worn me out. By the time I reached the building where the class was being held my musings had given me a raging hard on. I wanted to go to the bathroom to jerk off, but I did not have the time. I would just have to hide my erection; hoping it would diminish during the class. Read the rest of this entry »
“This story can be considered to be Chapter 25 of The Lessons. As noted in the introduction to an earlier story, I am no longer titling this series as simply, The Lessons. Feedback I have received indicates that this generic title is not at all descriptive and not helpful to readers unfamiliar with the series searching stories by title. Even for those familiar with the series find the generic title to be unhelpful, as the chapters vary tremendously in content and theme. Therefore, I am using a more descriptive title, and noting its place within The Lessons as a subtitle. “Modeling Underwear for the Girls” is similarly noted as Lessons 23 and “John and Tim learn about each other” as Lessons 24. I hope this explanation is helpful(but I do apologize for its length!). In any case, this is a story of primarily voyeurism and exhibitionism, but it also contains some submission, humiliation, and spanking. If these are things that would ruin it for you or that you would find offensive or disgusting then you should not read this story. Otherwise, please enjoy!” Read the rest of this entry »
