collection of stories you shouldn't read at work
In the year 2023, due to declining populations in the country, President Joe Biden used his executive power to create what is now known as “The Roll Tide Proclamation” which allowed for men to intimate sex with a woman at anytime, with no repercussions as long as it was unprotected. All female birth control was also banned.
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A bit of background for more atmospheric readers: my boyfriend and I have been happily together for almost a decade now. We began dating as teens, but through the years have changed and grown together. I’d argue that we love and trust each other more than ever before. He’s the man of my dreams. While we are both very monogamous, the idea of sharing our passionate sex life with others is definitely a turn on to our exhibitionist sides. Hence, the best sex we’ve had to date.
For my birthday, my folks offered to send Gabe and I on a wonderful and romantic trip to a Caribbean island, all expenses paid. We were both absolutely thrilled. We are both in school, and have been so stressed with our upcoming graduations/the jobhunt that we had not done a great job of prioritizing our needs for intimacy and sex. Simply put: we were both instantly riled up at the idea of a week in paradise, in very little clothing, with rum at every conceivable opportunity. While we have so many stories I could share (and maybe will, if you all like this one), my favorite came near the end of the trip.
This sexy story is about a group of women who start a masturbation club at the Comealot Sex Shop. It’s called the Comealot Sex41 [pronounced “sex for one”] Club and “the club” for short. The club is a safe haven for women who want more sex. Together, they face the realities of everyday female sexual desire, and the beauty of a human lost in passionate self-pleasure.
Members receive regular assignments to review sex toys, pick the ones they like and record their recommendations before coming together in class for a little “show and tell”. They show off their sex toys while telling stories about their favorite orgasmic moments. As they conduct online research to select their sex toys, they get so sexually excited they have a tendency to masturbate on the spot. They share these special moments with their friends in the form of audio recordings posted at comealot.net [pronounced come-a-lot dot net]. Most of their stories are about self pleasure and some include mutual masturbation, but some take it a step further by recounting graphic sex scenes from romantic escapades with sex partners too.
I think the answer must have literally spilled out of my mouth – or at least my body language properly reflected a resounding ‘yes.’
Jeremy was smiling now too, “Man,” he said, “awesome. Lemme just send Michael a text and tell him you’re coming over?”
“Uh,” my heart was already pounding, and my legs felt a bit numb from the work out, and I sort of sat down on one of the benches lining the outside of the showers, “yea man yea.”
“You good?” Jeremy asked, stepping into the locker room briefly to fetch his phone.
“Just excited,” I laughed, “and tired.”
He popped back into the room and sat down beside me on my right.
“I sent him a text, we’ll wait a bit and see if he replies,” Jeremy said, looking at my cock. I could see precum already drizzling out of it steadily. “You’re *really* excited.”
I laughed, “what gave it away?” I felt a bit short of breath and felt I couldn’t have stood even if I tried – my whole body was tense with anxious energy, but in a good way.
Being home with my family for Christmas is always tricky for me – having to put up with being in close proximity to my parents and not having any space or privacy while I’m there is always aggravating and leaves me on edge. This year has been arguably worse in that regard – my younger sister has a new boyfriend and has been going on about him incessantly when she isn’t messaging him or talking with him on the phone, bemoaning not being able to see him the entire time.
Now that the main Christmas festivities are over, today saw my parents deciding to brave the bad weather to head out and visit some friends for the day. For my part, I had no intentions of leaving the house – it was cold, wet and snowing outdoors, and I’d brought my PS4 with me for Christmas to try and amuse myself and give me a reason to lock myself away in my room. Thus, my parents going out and the poor weather gave me a perfect excuse to move my console into the living room to vegetate in front of the TV all day – a joyous occasion I was genuinely looking forward to.
Here is another short story of how my wife and I explored each other years ago. Back when we were dating early on, both of us were virgins and not experienced sexually. She was shy and modest and didn’t share what she wanted done to her, mostly because she didn’t know.
One day we met at another park for one of our meet ups. These meet ups started off to be just time to talk and make out a little. Each time we met though, things started to heat up as we explored each other. This time we met at a park that had a bridge that went over a creek. This bridge was a pedestrian bridge that had a walking path through the woods. There was a road visible not to far from the bridge that had cars driving by, but for the most part it was pretty secluded. It was quite and no one was around. We felt safe and comfortable that we could continue to explore.
This day she showed up in her typical short jean shorts and had a looser fitting shirt. My wife was shorter than me. She was maybe 5′ 1” and barely over 100 lbs. She had a tight stomach that just screamed to be touched and an ass that was firm.
Wrote this a while back for a prompt on r/DirtyWritingPrompts about a girl who secretly longs for her male best friend to leave his abusive girlfriend. Enjoyed writing it, so I thought I’d post it here. It’s in two parts, so scroll to Part 2 for the good part if you want. Contains extreme vanilla, some light exhibitionism, and 4700 fucking words.
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“So then what happened?” Sarah asked distantly as she leaned forward over the table, quietly hoping that Reed would notice the soft brown cleavage crowding its way out of her sweater.
“Then she just… kicked me out,” Reed explained meekly. He shifted the ice pack around his matted brown hair and slouched into the cafe booth, melting into the vinyl. “Shoved me outside and threw my stuff out and locked the door.”
Tay’s Tea Cafe was a popular college spot, especially since the campus library was always overfull and didn’t serve boba milk tea until 2AM. Every night was full of freshman vampires right up until last call, all coming in to cram or sober up. The dark beech walls and white tabletops glowed under the soft pendulum lights scattered throughout the room at different heights, like stalactites in a dim wooden cave. But there was a quiet, more private area behind the cashier with booth seating separated by frosted glass dividers where people could self-pity in peace, so of course that’s where Sarah had found Reed.
Hi, I’m James, a closet exhibitionist, 33 year old married male, and father of three. I love my wife Jessica, and have never had the desire to be unfaithful to her, however she doesn’t know my secret, nor would she approve. Sure, she knows that I get a kick out of being naked, she’s always having to tell me to get dressed around the house. I always try to get her to run around the backyard with me in the nude, but she never agrees to, not even at night. I know that deep down, she has a sexual deviant in her, but she rarely lets her inhibitions down low enough for it to escape.
Jessica loves the beach, and we try to go as often as we can, since we only live about an hour and a half away. Usually we’ll take the kids and make a day out of it, but sometimes we’ll leave the kids at home (the oldest is old enough to be in charge for a few hours), and we’ll go by ourselves. On one such trip we were walking down the beach looking for seashells. It was overcast and had been drizzling all morning, so there was hardly anybody on the beach, and we were having an enjoyable time walking back and forth looking for cool things. It was early fall, so the water was pretty warm, and eventually I talked her into going for a swim with me.
I’m writing this post partly because I need to get it all down in writing so I can think clearer about it, and partly, if I’m honest about it, because the experience still turns me on a lot and I want to share it with other people. Please reserve your moral judgement – I’m doing enough of that to myself! I’m just going to tell you what happened, in all the steamy detail, and I hope you’ll enjoy it and tell me what you think.
My name’s Katie. I’m a 24 year old girl doing a PhD in English Literature at a well-known college. I might as well describe what I look like – I’m 5″8, have medium length, straight blonde hair and a big smile, and I’m slim and athletic. Since I’m sure you’ll want to know, I’ve got perky, medium-sized breasts, just the right size for guys (or girls, for that matter) to cup in their hands.
I have a long distance boyfriend whom I’ve been with since I was an undergrad. I care about him and when he visits we have a very vigorous sex life – and doesn’t my roommate know it! – but I’ve been finding it hard during term time when he’s away. I’ve never wanted to cheat, and everything that’s happened here was basically a mistake, but I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t a mistake I enjoyed making.
This happened many years ago before I was married. It’s a tale of exhibition, no actual sex.
My girlfriend at the time, now my wife, was selected to be Maid of Honor at a friend’s wedding. The usual horrible bridesmaid’s dresses were purchased. This one was a mauve-colored formal dress with a single spaghetti strap holding up the bodice. My wife-to-be, let’s call her, Teri, hoped to make pillow cases with the material after the wedding (she never did).
The wedding was fine but the trouble began when we got to the reception dinner at a nearby golf club. As Teri was getting out of the car, the single spaghetti strap broke leaving the bodice to the whims of gravity. The top was pretty stiff so no one panicked until she sat down at our assigned seats and the bodice dropped slightly, her B-cup boobies were partially exposed. We decided we should probably try to fix the dress before it got worse, so headed out to find some privacy.