By JoeHO. [google-translator] Tony hadn’t been to the beach with his family in 10 years, not since he was 13, and he wasn’t aware of all the changes and new laws. A world of chaos and new rules had emerged everywhere since the last election. Tony, like many 20-somethings, hadn’t even bothered to follow politics. The Rossi family, a group of five, was sweating as the sun beat down during their long walk to the beach. Tony, a
Read moreBy toosalty. [google-translator] My name is Hitesh. If you do not know it, it can mean ‘one who thinks well of everyone, Lord of goodness,’ in other words, a well-wisher. My wife and I immigrated to Australia and escaped the tiring structure of Indian society only a few years ago, and we are still finding our feet. I have a very good job as an engineer working for a local council; government jobs are the best. As a
Read moreBy uppishcarrot. [google-translator] Perhaps it was the alcohol, or perhaps it was the little voice in my head, egging me on to ignore common sense, but I found myself completely naked, vulnerable, and exposed in a public place. I was so damned foolish even to put myself in such a position, as I frantically searched for my clothes, all my wife could do was look on and laugh at my pathetic display. She found my predicament utterly hysterical.
Read moreBy RSchwuler. [google-translator] There was no love lost between me and Roger Duffman. In college, we had loathed each other, running in the same circles but rubbing each other the wrong way. We belonged to rival frats, and while I was a co-captain of our soccer team, he had been a star of the rugby union and played club hockey. Unfortunately, he remained a fixture on the periphery of my post-collegiate group of friends, several of whom played
Read moreBy Jake. [google-translator] Read Part 1 Here.Read Part 2 Here.Read Part 3 Here.Read Part 4 Here.Read Part 5 Here.Read Part 6 Here.Read Part 7 Here. ***** Part 8… The draining, hormones, and lotion continued. After about another week, a new problem came up. I’ve always had to push my dick out some when I pee to keep from making a mess. So I didn’t notice at first that it was getting harder each day to push out. Until
Read moreBy littlenick. [google-translator] Read The Exhibitionist 1: The Shower Block Here Read The Exhibitionist 2: The Nature Trail Here. ***** The Exhibitionist 3: The Delivery Boy… After my experience on the nature trail, something had changed in me. I no longer felt uncertain about my sexuality. Whilst I didn’t consider myself gay, I knew that no conventional straight experience could ever excite me nearly as much as my last two encounters had. Though they had been relatively tame
Read moreBy littlenick. [google-translator] Read The Exhibitionist 1: The Shower Block Here ***** The Exhibitionist 2: The Nature Trail… In the days following my experience at the shower block, I kept replaying the events in my mind. The memories brought up a mix of emotions, including humiliation, nervousness (that the pictures might surface somewhere), but most of all excitement. I couldn’t believe how excited the whole ordeal had made me and how aroused I became thinking back on everything.
Read moreBy littlenick. [google-translator] Ever since high school, I’ve fancied myself a bit of an exhibitionist. I’ve always liked the idea of being naked outside in a public place, and the thrill of being seen or caught has always been a massive turn-on for me. Whilst I consider myself straight – I’ve only ever been with girls and have never so much as kissed another guy before – my fantasies always seemed to revolve around other men catching me.
Read moreBy HurricaneThommy. [google-translator] It was well past midnight in the share house. The post-party mess lay strewn across the living room: half-eaten pizza, empty goon sacks, forgotten flip-cups. Most of the guests had stumbled home or passed out, but six remained- five housemates and Sydney. The boys: Josh, Marcus, Leo, Will, and Timmy — all close friends from uni, half-drunk and flopped across couches, beanbags, and the sticky floor. Sydney, perched elegantly on the edge of the coffee
Read moreBy gonedick. [google-translator] My wife Sarah and I moved to Phoenix in June. Nothing could prepare us for just how hot it gets every day. To make things worse, we bought a house without a pool. Looking at maps online, it looks like ours is the only house on the street without a pool. Sarah and I are in our thirties with no kids. My name is Will, by the way. We moved here for her job when
Read moreBy JamieDuskbane1. [google-translator] Daniel adjusted his glasses, gripping the pool skimmer as if it were a lifeline. Mrs. Carter–Lena, she’d insisted–was one of his mother’s closest friends. Still, since her divorce, she’d become something else entirely: a woman who wore silence like a second skin, who left half-empty wine glasses on the patio table at noon. The job was simple: skim leaves, check the pH levels, vacuum the bottom. Three times a week. Easy money. Yet every time
Read moreBy Vivian. [google-translator] I first met Big Ed, as he liked to call himself, a couple of years ago. He was visiting my local pub with a darts team, and I was in the pub at the time, drinking with my girlfriend Pip. The pub was really busy for a Tuesday night, and we ended up watching the match between my pub team and Big Ed’s team. I noticed as soon as Big Ed got up off his
Read moreBy JustBrowsingThx. [google-translator] Read Part 1 Here. ***** Part 2… Mandy’s slender body rises from the water as Marcus and Jon reach the edge of the river. Her eyes are excitedly flickering between the huge black men, but linger on their thick, slowly growing cocks. Mandy smiles at their involuntary reactions to her tight body. “You two seem kind of excited…” she giggles. “Are you going to join us, or are you worried about the cold water shrinking
Read moreBy Runtz3. [google-translator] Read Part 1 Here. Read Part 2 Here. ***** Part 3… She leaned in closer, her breath warm against my ear. “Then… let’s stop pretending.” She was right — the idea of letting go and embracing this newfound openness was exhilarating. “After all,” she smiled, “what could be more humiliating than having both of our daughters see your tiny, little pee pee get all worked up while watching your hot wife fuck a much bigger
Read moreBy oggbert77. [google-translator] Mallie and I had been best friends since we were kids. She lived right down the street from me growing up. I never got along as well with boys as I did with girls, and in Middle School, Mallie and I became inseparable. We did everything together. We had the same schedule at school; we would walk home together. Sometimes, we would hang out at hers for a bit, and sometimes at mine. We were
Read moreBy LucyBottoms. [google-translator] The year is 2034, and the BNWO is in effect. African Penis Wrestling is a popular exhibition sport that whitebois are allowed to participate in with their darker, stronger betters. Big Dick’s Gym on Martin Luther & Grand was a real gym, not a fancy treadmill-and-bicycle spa. It smelled of Lysol and balls, hairy, sweaty, balls. And dongs, combat dongs, ’cause it was a training mecca for African Penis Wrestling. I love African Penis Wrestling,
Read moreBy Freedfor. [google-translator] We enter the airplane and move towards the back, slowly finding our seats. My boyfriend Jax booked these seats, tucked away in the back corner. We’re on our way to the Cayman Islands for our first vacation together. Our relationship is still fairly new; having spent the last six months together has been incredible. He makes me feel free to be my true self. We get ourselves situated, and when I sit down, I immediately
Read moreBy LilDean. [google-translator] The afternoon sun cast a warm glow over the schoolyard as the final bell rang out, sending a flock of students scattering like a swarm of disturbed bees. Two 18-year-old figures emerged from the bustling crowd: Fanny, with her auburn hair tied back in a neat ponytail, and her best friend, Gabi, whose laughter was as infectious as the latest pop song. They wove their way through the sea of backpacks and chatter, their conversation
Read moreBy Whiteboiwife. [google-translator] The scent of sweat, cologne, and paint thinner lingered in the wide, sun-drenched art studio. The tables had been cleared, the lights were set up, and a large white backdrop was stretched against one wall. It was quiet, save for the occasional shutter click and the soft hum of the space heater — someone had insisted the players not “catch cold” in their minimal clothing. Kennedy adjusted the waistband of his white compression shorts, the
Read moreBy Lil_D_33. [google-translator] My ex-coworker I have mentioned before, knows I have an itty bitty baby dick, her words, not mine. She lets me know she’s thinking about it in that moment, by mentioning tiny things, or makes jokes about how things are hard sometimes, or it will get better hopefully, just smart ass remarks about any topic that could have multiple meanings. She often does it in front of her boyfriend, who is also an ex-coworker and
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