Since her high school days in the 1980s, Martha enjoyed Christmas shopping at the Mall of Minnesota. She loved the costumes, the lights, the music, but one mall tradition never appealed to her – up-skirt peeping. She never knew any men who got up-skirted. She considered up-skirting the men playing bagpipes near the mall entrance, but it was impossible with everyone watching. Martha rented a locker to store her snow boots...

The thoughts of what I was about to do had my pussy so drenched that I was struggling against the powerful urge to finger my fiery cunt right in public. A slutty, see-through dress, of a medium gray, gossamer fabric with glimmering, sparkling silver threads woven throughout, was one of my choices. As it hung on the hanger, displayed for potential buyers to admire, I could see completely through both layers of fabric. Thig...

My cunt gets wet whenever I think about it. If I try to gain some self-control and not think about it, I gush like Niagara Falls. The self-denial makes me soaked. When I reminisce about all the filthy, nasty things I’ve done with it, my hand moves across my stomach and slithers between my legs, the fingertips slowly stroking up and down my slit, teasing my drenched pussy lips. As I imagine all the things I want to do with...

There is a place within the bowels of every city that only awakens after twilight has subdued the day. In such places, the mask of civilized propriety has been removed, and primal, selfish impulses rule. Haunted by criminals, vice-peddlers, fringe types, and the more adventurous, the strong prey upon the weak, prey upon each other, and the law of the jungle prevails. It was through such a place that I, the strongest preda...

Blouse off, I open the dressing room door at her knock. She has a handful of possibilities. "We got in some new plaids..." She stops, eyes staring, locked on my gold nipple ring. "Take them all... and you," I husk, pulling her inside. I kiss her hard. She squeaks, then grabs my head and counterattacks with her tongue. My hand slides under her skirt, into her dampening panties. She thrusts back hard as my fingers dance, cu...

It was a slow day at the shop. Rain lashed against the front windows. Alice sighed and stretched. She and Liam had already done all the folding, facing, sweeping, and other make-work jobs in the vintage clothing store. No customers were coming in at 2 pm in this kind of weather. She was bored, and the chill music that the owner insisted they play wasn’t helping. She drummed her fingers on the counter and watched as Liam p...

In the summer of 1982, I learnt a lot about myself and life in general. Life is all about sex, drugs and music. There’s not enough time in the day to worry about the little things that won’t matter by the end of it all. People, especially my parents lived their whole life with such sincerity, never strayed just a fraction. They should really learn to lighten up and have a little fun, that’s what really matters, having fun...

As I was searching for the perfect lace teddy for my anniversary night, I felt my unknown admirer’s eyes devouring my body in my blue floral print skater dress. She thought she was being cautious, but I had noticed her following me around the store from a distance. She was around my age, forty or so, with red hair and freckles that contrasted with her green eyes and pale skin. She wore a black tank top and black wet look...