Every once in a while, the fact that I'm an exhibitionist becomes a bit of a problem for me. See, it used to be easier to scratch that itch. I wouldn't say it was any safer, but I guess I just felt safer for a while. Then I had my very unsavory experience with a stalker and now I… Continue reading My Exhibitionism
Is there a better museum for rare and priceless experiences than words on a page? I could try to preserve all the details - how we began, how many strikes from which implements, how he moved me about the room, how taut the rope felt on my skin, and the way my thighs ached as… Continue reading The Exhibit
I got to play last night.
Her actions were methodical - almost robotic in nature. Closing the door behind her, she slid her arms from her raincoat, pulled the sweater over her head and unbuttoned her pants. Within minutes she was stripped down to her socks, panties, and a thin black tank top. It's too bright. She drew closed the heavy… Continue reading The Surrogate
The cool air caressed her nipple first, followed by his fingers.
I liked being watched but it was still a little odd to look directly at them while my pussy was being eaten.
He reached around and pressed his palms against her ass. "You enjoying your new beach toy?" he asked.
Their choices were between a blockbuster action movie, a couple of sappy dramas, and a chick flick.
"You are absolutely right. I should teach her some shame."
Because once I give consent, it gets very difficult for me to say the word "no." It becomes way too easy for someone to add to that emotional pain bank that I can withdraw from when I let my emotions top me back.