Exhibitionism Stories

This is a continuation of the story ‘Peters Wife’, where Fiona, Peters wife gets romantically involved with her nephew David. This story takes place when Shelly, David’s little sister moves in to stay with them while she attends Uni for the next four years.

Alison, my sister Jenny and me – a threesome

Martin is incredibly gifted. He lives in Martinique. Owns his own bar and hotel ‘The Deadwood bar and the Driftwood hotel.’ But that’s not all…..

Meenal has been married for less than 48 hours. Her new husband, is a good man, but he's also boring, pompous, and utterly oblivious. Trapped with him in a train compartment bound for Indore, she finds herself the object of intense fascination for four charismatic college students. What begins as a harmless game of staring and teasing, quickly escalates into a dangerous battle of wills. As the miles go by and her husband's snores fill the air, Meenal must confront the truth about herself.

The Hitman is a professional assassin and master of disguise. To carry out his next hit he has to dress as a woman to get close to his mark who has a proclivity for transvestites. Feedback and comments are always welcome.

It’s just harmless fun. You’re not doing anything wrong. You both are going to behave. Don’t worry.

Fourteen-year-old Peter Waxler is raised by his mother as a spineless sissy to punish her absent, macho husband. The wicked mother is controlling and overbearing, using her friends to tease the boy without permitting him sexual relief. The boy's life is miserable until the woman next door builds his confidence by teaching him to be a man in a rather unconventional way.

A couple's 1st thru 3rd meet. Confusing lies about sex and modesty. She exposes, then shares beau with room mate +. A memoir.

If you've ever watched an 80s beach movie and thought, "This could use more existential horror, heavier satire, and a lot more bouncing," then congratulations—this book was made for you. Bikini Beach isn't just a parody. It's a celebration of the vapid, sun-drenched, neon-drenched excess of a forgotten era, when movies didn't need a plot as long as they had slow-motion jiggling and a beach party finale