Exhibitionism Stories

Mary, 42 and her husband Bob, 57, haven't made love in months mostly because of his heart by-pass surgery by Mary is really horny and when she spots Paul, the 17 year old who mows their yard she seduces him. Paul's father finds out and shows up at Mary's door and confronts her in a way she never expected.

Verity Chance is a wayward waif of the Victorian era, whose sexuality is awakened on her being abducted. Treated brutally by her male abductor, she soon finds that a woman is really in control of not just masculinity, but of her destiny too, and her journey to enslavement has her oblige both sexes... taking her to a heaven through submission and masochism that she could never have imagined.

I had taken my Vietnamese wife to Tokyo for her first big money overseas sexfight. A chance meeting leads to two sexfights involving Japanese women and me showing my true character.

Growing up does have some very exciting rewards. This is a teen learning story.

At a faraway university, where I provided technical support for a multi-day event on the topic of artificial intelligence. The university was four hours away by car, and I went alone because no one else at the company was available. The girl who organized the event had an ugly face, but she had a wonderful body (primarily her tits) and was very lovely. I had never seen a girl more beautiful than her female friend; she was moderator of the event, but she had lovers. Finally, I fucked both.

Amora is a good girl who dreams of being temptation incarnate, and in her fantasies, men surrender to temptation in the most brutal way imaginable. She’s also a horny cunt who hasn’t been allowed to cum in too long, and her needy pussy has her wishing someone would rip her clothes off and forcibly fill its emptiness. Her desperation is driving her deeper into a mental morass of humiliation and objectification, and her tightly gaurded depravity is threatening to leak into her tidy reality.

Friend cums for coffee fun. Wife performs, both have her.

Kira arrives at the neon rave painted in fake clothes—thin neon straps over bare tits, illusory thong framing her dripping cunt. Ecstasy hits, paint fails, strangers grope, security fingers, gloryholes choke her throat, crowds surf her leaking holes, tents double-penetrate and golden-shower her branded body. By dawn she's a cum-flooded, piss-soaked, sharpie-slurred festival fuckpig, holes gaping, still begging for more ruin.