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Birds of Paradise

I remembered my first time vividly. I think all girls do, probably boys as well. In a way it was a moment of weakness for me, or it might have been some deep need asserting itself. It was late summer and I'd gone to the party of school friend when it happened. I'd quietly turned eighteen a couple of months earlier making no fuss, but for Charlotte, Charlie, it was a far more exciting affair. A big party at her parents house while they were away. Charlie's parents trusted her and had given permission for their home to be invaded by a gang of about thirty teenagers. We were respectful people and there was little danger of the house being trashed by one of those Facebook style invasions you sometimes hear about. But what it lacked in outrageous behaviour it made up for in hormones. The girls exposing as much flesh as they dare and boys, young men, slavishly in awe of them. Each intent on attracting the other, each hoping to slip off to a private room with their prize. In Aus

Ashley Naked at the Library

Ashley Packins groggily rose from her slumber, her brain firing off as she woke, starting up for the day ahead of her. She yawned and stretched her hands behind her back as she looked to the window. It was fairly early, so there was light outside, but not too much. Knowing she wouldn't be able to get back to sleep, she got out of bed. Ashley's mood immediately rose when she realized today was her day off. She was caught up on homework, she had no classes that day, and no other plans. She was free to do what she wanted. She looked towards her open closet. Inside sat a large trench coat that looked out of place in a college girl's closet. Ashley felt a small smile on her face. See, recently, Ashley had been interested in trying out some...mild exhibitionism. She'd found herself interested by the concept after being exposed to it on some..."certain sites", and so she'd gotten a trench coat to try going out...but in *just* the coat, nothing else. It would be

Clearing Some Inhibitions

The idea enters my head one day while walking along a trail: this would be a perfect place to be completely naked outdoors. I'm not an exhibitionist, I don't want to be seen undressed -- but to risk being seen undressed, well -- that, that is a thrilling feeling. And this is an ideal combination of public and private to take that chance. Walking the well-maintained loop trail, I notice a small beaten path cutting in to the centre, and taking it, I find that it meets up with the main trail again perhaps a half-kilometre later. But partway in there's a clearing, a sunny spot within the forest, and there's evidence of an old campfire, even a few small stumps used as seating -- probably made by kids from the nearby high school. Kids I'd have thought of as, well, "bad" is a social construct and probably unfair, but still, the bad ones, the ones who drank or smoked or had sex, the ones who did all the things I didn't do in high school. I can hear voices so

African Queen

I first saw her in my local coffee shop, she was serving when I called in for my to-go morning brew. The regular server was a college age guy with a hipster beard and glasses so the greeting from the new staff member was welcome. Her name tag told me her name was Zuri, and I guessed her age as mid- twenties. She was as tall as me and had a model figure, displayed in tight jeans and company T-shirt. Over the next few mornings I chatted with her if there was no queue of customers while my coffee was getting fixed and found out she was a college grad. hoping for a job in the financial sector and filling in at the coffee shop until the right opening came along. Monday of her second week we chatted about our weekend activities and found we'd both been hiking, within 10 miles of each other, but on different trails. I grabbed the chance to suggest we might get together the following weekend and hit the outdoors together. She was hesitant but agreed to let me know her plans by Thursday m

The Story of I Ch. 05

It wasn't the most comfortable spot for viewing, but the cedar tree behind me gave cover. I peered through the window studying them. My wife, Lily, was stirring the Bolognese sauce on the range top with one hand, while balancing a full glass of wine in the other. Smiling in between sips, she repeatedly turned to engage her companion. Quite closely, and also fully attentive, stood Stephen, at right angles to Lily, his butt against the bullnose of the tile counter, with his right hand also holding a wine glass. He was talking, gesturing with his left, and frequently touching Lily on her shoulder, and sometimes on her back. Lily was smiling, obviously enchanted by Stephen's stories. My dog curled at my feet, more interested in listening to the evening sounds than in taking a walk, which was what I was asked to do while they volunteered to slave away in the hot kitchen making the supper. Now I understood what Stephen meant by "hot" kitchen. Their shapes were very simila

Lucy's Desires Ch. 03

Three weeks after Nick invited Brett to join in their play session, Lucy and Nick were babysitting again. After the last little one fell asleep, Nick went into the master bedroom where Lucy was already laying naked on the floor. As he masturbated, Nick told Lucy it was "hot" that she let Brett see her just because Nicked asked. He then asked Lucy if she liked having Brett see her, and Lucy nodded. "Would you like to try something really hot Luce?" Nick asked. When Lucy looked at him quizzically, Nick laid out a plan that was both exciting and scary. It clearly excited Nick a lot, and when Lucy agreed he quickly got himself off and sprayed his seed on her neck, shoulder, and chest. The plan was set for the following Saturday night. Before taking a shower, Lucy opened the blind on a bedroom window that looked out on some thick bushes. Nick told Lucy that he had arranged for a few of his friends to join him "spying on" Lucy. Of course, Lucy knew the boys wou