“What are you wearing?” That’s how the conversation started off. Most girls would have been offended. I wasn’t most girls. Day one in Mexico. More specifically, in Cancun. My key search phrases when googling places to stay had been ‘adult’s only’ and ‘clothing optional’. I had a week off and wanted to show off a new bikini. That’s a lie. I wanted to show off my body in my new bikini. My porn-star body, according to an ex-...

Joan and her husband woke up alone in their cabin, covered in love juices; their two lovers had departed. John pulled Joan close to him, and they shared a deep, passionate kiss while his hands caressed her naked body. He rolled Joan onto her back as he slid his face between her sticky legs, licking and sucking her fucked cunt as she held his head tight, her ass lifting into the air as the both of them became highly arouse...

(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...

The anticipation was almost unbearable. Weeks of edging and denial had left me in a state of heightened arousal, desperate for release. My hands were tightly restrained behind my back, the cold metal of the cuffs biting into my skin, and my feet were spread wide apart, held in place by a cold, unforgiving spreader bar. I sat in a dimly lit room, the glow of multiple screens illuminating my desperate form. Each screen flas...

(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...

After devouring the last slice of pizza, I grabbed the empty box off the table and headed to the kitchen to dispose of it. As I made my way back to the living room, I noticed Samantha standing on the balcony, her figure illuminated by the twinkling city lights. The cool night air brushed against her skin, causing her hair to dance around her head. Mesmerized by her beauty, I couldn't help but watch her for a moment before...

(Mid 1980s) In our lives, we all suffer embarrassing moments. Some more than others, and to different extremes. But in each, I believe there is something we can learn about ourselves and possibly take the opportunity to grow. I venture to say that what I long thought of as my most embarrassing experience eventually became something for which I am grateful. I turned eighteen in February, was accepted to the University of F...

Its Halloween, one year its been. When I was slutty cat. My friends said dear, that not this year. It's sex clubs where its at. We want to go, with you our show. We know you'll be enough. The suit you'll wear, will get the stare. Admittance can be tough. So they had chose, my costume clothes. Though there is no way I can. They said to me, that I will be. Transgendered Superman. My super suit, high heeled boot. What's next...

Joan gathered her belongings and headed home, still dressed in her revealing bathing suit she had been fucked in at the beach. She had finished her bottle of wine, and with that and the intense sexual atmosphere at the beach, she was anxious to get home and be ready for a very horny husband who would be home soon. Joan must have been driving aggressively with her mind and body in another world, thinking of what she had do...

Joan was alone sipping her morning coffee; her mind was running wild with ideas on what she should do today to satisfy the erotic need building in her body. Her hand slipped between her thighs, rubbing her horny pussy, and then she knew. I am going to the beach and seduce all the men watching me, exciting my cuckold husband with videos I send him at work. When he comes home, he will be an animal in heat, and I will be his...

Joan is dressed in her new risky golfing outfit, heading to the golf club for her second private lesson, with the lust building inside her body. Her mind was running with thoughts. I hope there are a lot of golfers in the clubhouse. I do want to show off my new outfit, exposing myself while teasing the men. I love having men get excited thinking about fucking me. I want to be able to read their dirty minds sometimes. The...

As she switched off the car, the voice in her ear said, “The locals call this Hump Hill. You’re going to cum in public up there where everyone can watch you.” “Ohhh…” she moaned. “What?” “I, I…gushed when you said that, and honey has soaked through my panties and dress and is now puddling on the car seat.” He chuckled. “You’ve only begun to gush, slut. Now take off your bra.” She lowered her sundress, reached behind her a...