Hannah had been waiting for the weekend all week long. She'd had this fantasy for a long time and just a few weeks ago, her husband had agreed to indulge it. It had taken some time to get all the logistics ironed out, but finally, the day was here, and for Hannah, time was standing still. There were still two more hours until the workday ended, and she could head home to get ready. Finally, the day was over, and Hannah wa...

It’s a daily occurrence for me. Seated at my desk, scrolling through seemingly endless reports, my mind begins to wander. In my mind, I escape from my corporate confines and find myself lying with you in our bed. Both of us are naked and our hands explore each other’s bodies. Your hands run across my chest. Your fingers comb through the hair that covers my chest and trails down my stomach. Occasionally, you trace gentle c...

My wife and I have a healthy sex life. We are intimate three to four times a week, which is significantly more than other married friends of ours. In order to keep from getting stale or in a rut, we like to spice it up. Sometimes we go out on dates where we play with mild exhibitionism, or we exchange naked photos and sexts. More recently, we have been trying our hand at some roleplay. We’ve done some of the standard situ...

I don’t know why I’m so infatuated with the idea of exhibitionism. Not just for myself, but I daydream of my wife being exposed. Before we met, she was much freer with her body. She wasn’t a slut or promiscuous by any means. She was simply willing to dress provocatively and didn’t care if people saw “too much”. We had some fun early in our relationship, but we got pregnant shortly after we met, and becoming a mother defin...

The shower was much needed after a long day of working and a hard workout. I stood under the steaming water for what felt like hours. Before the temperature plummeted indicating an empty water heater, I mustered the will to turn the shower off. I stood for a moment letting the residual water run down my skin and then slid the glass door open to retrieve my towel. Music faintly reached my ears as I grabbed the towel and be...

“I don’t know why I’m doing this,” Abby thought to herself. “I guess a bet is a bet. I’d never live this down if I don’t follow through. Better get this started.” Standing just under five and a half feet tall, Abby’s curly blonde hair and athletic build made her something exceptional to behold. Her “C” cup breasts were still very perky with youth and her gym schedule kept her legs shapely and her bottom round and firm. Co...

Work was hard and he needed a way to unwind. Little did he know what was in store for him when he arrived home. Within minutes of walking through the door, Abby, his girlfriend, entered the room in only a bra and panties. She kissed him on the mouth and undressed him. “Sit down. This is all about you.” She said coyly. Dante obeyed. Even though he felt a little strange sitting in the living room naked on the couch, he lean...

She’d always wanted to try. This past year had opened a world of adventure. Her sexual awakening had pushed her limits, opened doors to bliss she never knew possible, and started a hunger that seemed insatiable. Abby’s stories ran the gambit of variety from mild exposure to ropes and restraint. It was the latter that paved the way for today’s play. Logan, usually her master, was her subject today. In the few short months,...

The morning light came streaming in through the sliding glass door leading to the balcony gently pulling Abby from the quiet of sleep. Like a cat waking from a nap, she arched and stretched and wiggled her body under the light sheet to shake the stiffness from her supple muscles. Sitting up, the sheet falls from her chest and the sunlight danced across her young breasts casting shadows in the valley between her firm skin....

Abby was a sorority girl in her senior year when the bug bit her. She was in no way reserved in her behavior and body but was not overly bold or provocative either – until recently, that is. She was like every other girl when she was in high school. She liked boys, eager about her collegiate freedom, and hung with her friends. Once in college, she joined a sorority, studied hard, and partied harder. Abby was very attracti...