On-Show Onsen part one: Spying in the Baths [MF] (exhibitionist/voyeur)

The traditional Japanese onsen can be a confronting experience if you’re not used to casual nudity, but I’m nothing if not willing to try new things. The three-week tour of the country I had signed up for, along with two dozen other young men and women, stopped overnight at no less than two onsen hotels. The first was close to Tokyo, and busy. The amount of local eyes meant a decent chunk of our tour had to sit the baths out, because even the smallest tattoo was a huge taboo. The second one, a *shinkansen* ride into the countryside, we had to ourselves, and our local guide advised the owners would probably look the other way and not assume we were yakuza if those of us forbidden by little ankle, wrist and shoulder pieces (plus one guy with a full sleeve) decided to take a dip.

It may have helped attendance that we were a lot further into the trip by now, with the group’s comradery developed a lot further than it had been at the first resort. Also that the sake had flowed freely over dinner before we were led back to the hotel.

On-Show Onsen part one: Spying in the Baths [MF] (exhibitionist/voyeur)

The traditional Japanese onsen can be a confronting experience if you’re not used to casual nudity, but I’m nothing if not willing to try new things. The three-week tour of the country I had signed up for, along with two dozen other young men and women, stopped overnight at no less than two onsen hotels. The first was close to Tokyo, and busy. The amount of local eyes meant a decent chunk of our tour had to sit the baths out, because even the smallest tattoo was a huge taboo. The second one, a *shinkansen* ride into the countryside, we had to ourselves, and our local guide advised the owners would probably look the other way and not assume we were yakuza if those of us forbidden by little ankle, wrist and shoulder pieces (plus one guy with a full sleeve) decided to take a dip.

It may have helped attendance that we were a lot further into the trip by now, with the group’s comradery developed a lot further than it had been at the first resort. Also that the sake had flowed freely over dinner before we were led back to the hotel.

An orgasmic bike ride. [fF] [Exh] [My girlfriend’s name revealed! I got tired of typing “my girlfriend” lol]

So, the last thing that I had my girlfriend, Amber, do with me in our month of what-I-say-goes dares was a pleasant bike ride. She and I ride bikes together often, and both of our bikes are mountain bikes meant for off-road trail use, big tires and rotor brakes and all. My girlfriend has a lovely tendency to wear skirts when bike riding, so I gave her a challenge.

Remember the pillow case from the post where we met Mallory? (If not, go back in my post history about three posts I believe!) Well… I dared her to go on a bike ride wearing that. The story begins on the Sunday after Mallory slept over.

Amber and I began our day pretty normally, awakening in the nude together as usual around 10am. She got up to make us coffee and I followed soon after, walking up to her in the kitchen and hugging her from behind, nuzzling the nape of her neck and kissing her shoulder as she worked on the coffee maker. I traced down the side of her stomach, causing goosebumps to appear on her chest, puckering her nipples and sending a chill down her body. “You’re particularly clingy today,” she remarked, smiling and kissing my forehead. In response I clung tighter to her torso, rocking us back and forth between our left and right feet. She hugged my arms as we did our little dance.

A [M]outh [F]ull of Piss

This story goes back to 2013, when I was 23 and living in a town in Louisiana. I had dabbled in BDSM for a few years at this point, but this was a totally random encounter at a Halloween party and wasn’t set up through a fetish party or website. My roommate had invited me out, I had just gotten off work that evening and had to rush to get a costume together. I had some panda hat and black and white clothing, so I just mashed it all together and threw on some not-so-great makeup for it. I had the panda hat, a white shirt with a black shrug over it, black stockings with a black skirt and some slight heels that were rather comfy with cheap black and white halloween makeup from some halloween section. I didn’t really care to be sexy or creative, I was just going to drink and be social. The party was mostly her coworkers, who all worked in the service industry, so they definitely drank too.

The time I [M] got caught with my ex [F] at the park

Thanks to all for the positivity on my first post- you guys are awesome. Figured I’d jump to another fun memory I have with the ex.

At this point we were 18, just graduated high school. At that time we both lived in our childhood homes, so there were few options when it came to us having some privacy- a bad mix at the time period where your sex drive is through the roof. As a result, like most kids our age, we would frequent an extremely rural park after school most days.

To paint a picture, she is short and petite, around 5’0″ and long blonde hair. Hour glass body shape and an amazing ass. But, no doubt her best quality was her D cup tits. on this day she wore a short sundress and nothing under it- a common outfit for her, as she knew that always drove me crazy.

Sex on the football field [MF]

Back when I was in college (a major southeastern university… you’ve heard of it) I had quite the exhibitionist streak. One weeknight during my senior year my gf (20F; I’ll call her N) and I (21M at the time) were hanging out at my apartment (Blockbuster and chill, so to speak) when I suggested we sneak into the football stadium. I had a job in the athletic department, so I knew of a way to get in that most of the student body wasn’t privy to.

We walked to the stadium and, sure enough, we were able to walk right in. At first we walked around the concourse and the stands, which were somewhat spooky at night, all deserted. Then I suggested we go on the field. N was unsure at first, but the temptation got too much for her so we climbed down to the field.

My school is famous for a pregame ceremony which happens at mid-field, right on the school mascot’s image, so of course that’s where we headed. When we got there, after she got over her awe at standing where she’d only seen from the seats in the past, we started kissing. So we started making out standing up, and before long my hands were on her tits and then I was unhooking her bra.

The Mousy Landlord: My First Experience Living Alone [MF]

***[ You may recognize this story. I’m reposting it, as my last account was deleted. Originally posted a year or so ago. Hope that’s ok. ]***

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A year ago, I had recently moved into a one-bedroom unit (no longer live there). It was my first time living alone which I was really excited for. I liked the idea of having an entire space to myself, to do what I want, when I want.

My first day in the unit (boxes not even unpacked yet) I was taking a hot shower. I got out, dried off, and then had the realization “I don’t even need to cover up! I’m free! Master of my own domain!” Or some corny shit like that, as I am a corny individual at heart. I hung up my towel, and walked out of my steamy bathroom into the living room, with my cock hanging full from the warmth of the shower.

To my surprise, standing inside of my new apartment by the doorway, was my landlord. And there I was, damp, bottomless, and somewhat frozen in time. She sees my cock and stands there in shock for a moment before fumbling out a swirling apology and spinning around to face the closed door. Smiling, I told her “no worries” or something like that, but she rushed out of the apartment.

How it all began.[FM]

Hey guys.

I thought I’d write a story about an experience I had roughly five years ago. I hope you guys like it.

Back in University, a friend of mine started dating a guy who was slightly older than us. We were in our early 20s, he would have been in his late 20s. We went out partying one night and I remember him checking a couple of us out. Didn’t give much thought to it then. They broke up after a few weeks of dating and he was pretty much out of our lives. We were Facebook friends and he would chat once in a while but I really wasn’t interested.

You see, back then, I was a good girl. I was also seeing someone who wasn’t ready to commit and wanted to keep his options open while I was pretty much the loyal, devoted type. My boyfriend was also selfish, the kind who would cum and go off to sleep without making me cum. He never touched me down there or went down on me. I was getting tired of this scene when the older guy I’d met earlier got in touch with me and we would message each other a couple of times. He had gotten married by then and I was never really into him so I didn’t give it much thought.

I [29T] pulled an exhibitionist stunt with a stranger [45M] from Grindr

Hi, everybody! Long time reader, first time story-writer. I’ve done my tour around Grindr and met with random people to do random things. Maybe if people like this story, I can share some others. (Though I’m pretty sure this is my best one by a country mile.)

So, a little about me first. I’m a 29-yo trans girl, very early in my transition. As in, I’m still working on coming out to myself, lol. Anyway, I’m also what I call a “horny ace.” I really like sex and physical closeness, but I don’t actually get a whole lot physically from it. If my partner compliments me and says it was great, then I’m content. When I get the bug, I tend to download Grindr, furiously tap everyone until someone responds, then flirt and wheedle until I get someone to either host or drive my way. The shorter the distance, the better.

I met my boyfriend’s friends for the first time and (unknowingly) fucked in front of them [MF]

Not only is Kayn a superstar rugby player in our home city, during his free time, he really enjoys surfing as well. About a year ago when Covid cases came to a lull in our city, Kayn took me surfing for the first time. I was clumsy and clueless – far from being a sexy, cool, agile surfer girl, but hey, we’re still dating so I guess I didn’t turn him off THAT much.

Post surfing, we decided to check out this new hip Lebanese restaurant, where we ended up sharing a bottle of rosé. I was expecting to go home after a long day at the beach, so I was just braless in a baggy shirt and sporting a tiny, tight pair of spandex – while commando – that I used to wear for volleyball. To top it off, I was walking around in a pair of flip flops and carrying a backpack with my hair still damp and slightly tangled from the ocean water. A 10 out of 10 look, I must say. So when Kayn received a message from his friends asking him to join them for a pint, I was a bit hesitant when he invited me to come along. He managed to convince me that it would be more comfortable for me to meet a few of his friends over a casual drink, as opposed meeting everyone all at once at a larger gathering. Fair enough. So the two of us headed to the bar to meet his friends.