“Halló, ég heiti Annika Bergström,” the tall young woman said to the matronly desk clerk as she removed her knit cap and shook out her long blonde hair. “Hæ, Annika! Har þu herberginu?” Annika laughed. “Talar þu Sænskar? Eða Engelsk?” “Not Swedish, but of course I speak English,” the desk clerk tittered. “My name is Sigga. Have you a room booked for tonight, Annika?” “Yes, thank you.” “Ah, here it is, a cosy ground floor...

I stand naked and frozen, my body illuminated by the flickering firelight in the cave. The goblins surround me, their eyes gleaming with hunger and anticipation. I feel helpless, unable to move or speak, as their claws twitch eagerly, waiting to touch my exposed flesh. My nipples harden in response to their lustful gazes, and a dark desire stirs within me as I wait for them to pounce. My pussy lips, covered in a thick bus...

Stan's anticipation for this weekend camping trip had been building for months. The moment he arrived at his campsite, he eagerly set up his tent and supplies before setting off on a hike through the forest. As he walked, the cheerful chirping of birds and the satisfying crunch of leaves beneath his boots were the only sounds breaking the peaceful silence. Suddenly, Stan stopped in his tracks as he thought he heard the fa...

(Mid 1980s) Gator Growl is basically the world’s largest pep rally. Held at the University of Florida, where tens of thousands gather to be entertained by a student-run production that includes a variety of entertainment and appearances by top entertainers. When I was there, the main acts were Bill Cosby, The Smothers Brothers, Billy Crystal, and one year I was the director of Gator Growl when the guest performer was Jay...

(Mid 1990s) After I recorded my little fashion show for Mark and Brandon, Brandon asked if I would be interested in making more videos. He offered his services as a cameraman. I didn’t hesitate. I had left my husband in large part because I could not be myself in that relationship. When I tried to express my exhibitionist nature, he was not into it. It upset him. I went years being the wife he wanted and not able to even...

(Mid 1980s) It was the summer before I left for college. I was at my parents’ house on Hilton Head Island, and had been looking for new adventures I could bring to life around the house. We had an outdoor shower next to the utility yard. It was uncovered because it was intended to be used by people in swimsuits rinsing off the sand when returning from the beach (common in resort communities like ours). But I fantasized ab...

(Mid 1990s) Early in our relationship, I learned that my first husband was not open to my exhibitionist escapades. So, I downplayed my activities of the past and spent the years with him trying to be a good wife. I would avoid situations where I knew I would get myself in trouble or do something to upset him. Occasionally I would take advantage of the times he was not around, although mostly it was a period that I did ver...

Joan had boarded her nine-hour flight to Europe in first class. She was looking forward to an exciting flight. Joan had dressed in a very sexy outfit, hoping to create some sexual tension on the long flight. Joan was unsure what put her in this seductive mood; maybe it was her husband's teasing about how she would be lonely without him for the next ten days. He dropped her off at the airport, giving her a passionate kiss....