James and I planned to go to a nude beach but decided at the last minute to try this beach which was hard to get to thinking it would be deserted. This was a while ago and before I had become more brazen in my flashing. I'm at a stage now where I'll wear sheer tops in public without a bra or quite easily strip naked in public, but back then, I wasn't as brave. I was going to wear a tight singlet as a dress with only my th...

This is another one of my earlier exhibitionist adventures with James. For all those who haven't read my previous posts, at the time of this adventure, I was twenty, 150-155cm tall and weigh 50-52kgs. I'm have incredibly perky B cup breasts with very prominent nipples. I have a slim waist but wide hips and a 'black' girl's booty. My tits always draw attention when I don't wear a bra as my nipples are often hard and strain...

A little about myself, I'm a 23 year old female from Australia. I love exhibitionism and my fiance (then boyfriend) encourages me to dress sexy and constantly buys me revealing tops, dresses and skirts. I rarely wear a bra or panties when out in public. I love when James tells me people look at my hard nipples poking out of my top or my juicy ass (no panty lines visible) in my tight skirts or dresses. I also love the easy...

I've never told anyone this story before. My name is Claire and I'd just turned eighteen at the time this story started. I'm not the prettiest girl in my class, but I'm not far off. I have shoulder length brown hair, a slim toned body as I play a lot of sport, and pert 34B breasts that I can't keep my hands off. I was a virgin but I knew that wouldn't last much longer as I thought about sex all the time and touched myself...

Lost. You are completely and utterly lost in the swirling scent of arousal that is enveloping you; a hot, musky perfume igniting your senses. You are sitting on the floor, your nude back pressing against his chest. He is sitting behind you with your body in between his legs, sitting as one. Your feet are flat against the floor and your knees are bent, opening you up to the skilled fingers in between your folds. He has one...

Dannye was my seventeen year old step-sister. She became my step-sister when my dad married Marianne, my new step mom. My real mother had abandoned our family for another guy, and while my mom and I were still close, that special bond we had never really solidified as I got into my teenage years, especially since her new husband didn’t want “bratty teenagers” around his house. I was happy when my dad married Marianne, bec...

It was way too early in the morning. Saul had called up from the lobby at 6:30; Jen and I were supposed to be ready to go, but we were far from it. I told Saul we’d meet him, Mike and Lisa in the restaurant. We got down there by 6:45, wolfed down some tea and toast and off we went. We all piled into Mike’s car (Lisa in the front with Mike, me and Jen either side of Saul). Mike claimed that the walk we were doing today was...

I stepped out on my patio in my boxer shorts, shirtless and without shoes. I felt comfortable doing so, since I had a large back yard and a privacy fence. I turned on the garden hose and began watering the dozen or so potted plants when I looked over and saw my neighbor, a young twenty-something, doing the very same thing. Her patio was a wee bit lower in elevation than mine, so in actuality I wasn’t looking over as much...

Anonymous Pleasure As I stood under the shower and let its warm spray wash over my body, I thought back to how frustrating the day had been. Everything seemed to go wrong. It all started when I told my boyfriend that my boss wanted me travel to Rosetown for a few days to attend emergency negotiations over a contract that would be the largest we had ever signed. He threw a temper tantrum, saying that I had more time for wo...

“So there I was: heart palpitating like a teenager, looking at this man--this demi-God--and just wanting him. Wanting to get down on my knees in front of him and take him, own him, have him. Jesus, the feeling was so intense.” Jen and I were on the train--we were heading North towards Cumbria, for a short holiday in the Lake District. I had only been half listening: there was a bloke at the table opposite us who looked, w...

Joan and I flew home the morning after she had fucked Ted. We were both still excited about how it had turned out. That night we talked about it while we were having sex. Living out our fantasy had changed our sex lives for the better. Over the next few weeks, whenever we were horny, we'd talk about how to make it happen again. I had another business trip scheduled, this time to New Orleans. Joan said she'd love to come w...