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To start I am actually a doctor. Obviously, what I am about to describe I could never and would never do in “real” life. Rather this was a fantasy I had cooked up in one of my usual horny states.
I was in Orange County for a conference and staying in a decently nice hotel so I decided to finally throw this experience out there. I posted on several subs looking for a female who wanted to be “examined” by a doctor. As I will detail below that exam was to become more and more sexual as it went on. The specifics of which I had laid out in the now deleted post.
I got more responses than I was expecting but alas the only one that followed through was Jenna (obv not her real name). She was roughly my age (upper 20s), and was nice mix of asian and who knows what else. She was on curvier side but incredibly sexy with perky boobs in the pics she had sent me.
I had been with a guy I knew a few times with my husband’s blessing and normally only saw him when my husband was traveling for work. We always used protection but the last few times he talked about how he would like to go in unprotected. I was unsure about doing that but one time he brought his recent test results and while he did not pressure me he said how much he thought about it when he was with me. Then one day he mentioned a fantasy he had about going in a women after another guy. He said it was something he had fantasized about for a while.
Well, one day he stopped over my house soon after my husband had left for a business trip. It was early afternoon and the kids were down in the basement preoccupied.. My husband and I had sex right before he had left and this drop in from m y friend was supposed to be to give me something. We got to talking for a few seconds and it came up how I had just had sex. I saw his eyes light up and I knew what he was thinking. He asked if we could go to the bedroom and he could take a look “at what was left behind”. I agreed as it was making him so excited.
(I’m sorry this ended up long…and isn’t done yet. The real action takes place after the ***….more to come!)
My happy marriage had just blown up, and I had my daughter for our first visitation. I posted a pic of us on Facebook, and it got lots of likes lol. Out of the blue, I get a Facebook message from Samantha (not her real name), a former coworker, remarking on how much my kid had grown. I hadn’t seen her since she had left my company about 6 months prior, after two years of working together…friendly, maybe a bit flirty, but never thought anything of it. I’d teasingly threaten to spank her, then watch her blush, but I was happily married when we worked together.
That first message led to lots of talking, and we finally meet up for a beer after work one afternoon a few weeks later. She’s working for an airline now, and dressed like it, in snug black dress slacks that showed off her retired-ballerina bubble butt and a gorgeous red blouse, emphasizing but not outright showing off her smallish but always incredible cleavage. The long, brown hair she had when we worked together is gone, she’s now sporting a short bob, but it looks great on her. She’s still my adorkably cute friend with the Coke-bottle glasses and slight overbite, but undeniably sexy. But this wasn’t much more than smiling and giggling and catch-up talk. Yet, as I watched her walk out that day, I knew somehow, she was going to be mine.
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I am a real US Airline flight attendant but what you wouldn’t know from your flight with me is that I am an addicted exhibitionist.
My husband knows and understands this about me and has supported me in acting out my exhibitionist fantasies on my layovers.
But he really surprised me recently by arranging a party with his friend who owns a machine shop just north of the San Antonio airport. When I asked him what that had to do with me, he told me I was to be the entertainment.
“And what does your friend think I’m going to do to entertain and who is going to be at this party?”
He said, “I told him how sexy you can be when you do certain things. I let his imagination fill in the rest but I want you to do this – for yourself and for me. I fantasize about showing you off and, come on, the exhibitionist in you will love it.”
You know that switch that tells people not to cross the line between reality and fantasy? Well mine has never worked very well so I agreed to do it.
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I am a real US Airline stewardess but you wouldn’t know from your flight with me that I am an addicted exhibitionist.
Simply put, I enjoy masturbating for men while they watch. It has become my favorite way of sexually expressing and satisfying myself – my real life fantasy acted out.
As an exhibitionist, I take advantage of my travels to find men willing to indulge me, whether it’s for a pilot or a male flight attendant on my crew, someone I’ve made friends with on the hotel staff or even as wild as a group of men if I can arrange it.
I think men like the idea of a ‘stewardess’ getting naked so my outfit of choice is my actual flight attendant uniform. I feel sexy wearing it on the airplane attracting men’s extended glances with an extra blouse buttons undone, but so much more so when I’m stripping from it for complete strangers. Plus, in a practical sense, I already have it with me on my layovers so I don’t have to think of something else to pack.
Abbie grabbed her tits through her tight blue dress, giving them a squeeze. She turned, staring at the curve of her ass in the mirror and the shape of her legs in her heels. Her forearms were covered in bracelets and bands. She had a nose and lip piercing, eyes cast with dark mascara, short, messy hair coming to her shoulders and freshly dyed black. Even though the school had warned her, she wore fishnet leggings anyway. What, were they going to kick her out? Her senior year?
She could hear the music bumping through the hallway. This year’s prom theme was “Under the Sea,” which was the same theme it had been last year. And the year before that. And the year before that. The student committees never got much more creative with their ideas. Abbie was alone in the bathroom; the other girls having rushed back to the dance floor.
For some, being a senior without a date to the prom was embarrassing. To make it through four years of bullshit only to not get *someone* to pretend to like you for a night? Seemed pathetic. Abbie was fine with it. Her best friend, a tall, lanky goth dude named Brian, had asked her to go as friends, but he insisted on wearing his “tail,” so she shot him down. He was a little *too* eccentric, even for her. And for rural Minnesota, Abbie was already too weird.
I find I lay awake at night a lot, usually naked, with just a blanket around me. When you’re lying motionless in bed at night it’s easy to get thoughts trapped in your mind.
I think about men sometimes, they pop into my head, silhouettes of nameless porn stars I’ve seen in videos. Their thick cocks stick to my mind like glue, I can’t stop thinking about them.
I slide my hand down through the covers, feeling my breasts and stomach and eventually reaching to my cock. It’s already slightly stiff. Part of me doesn’t want to masturbate tonight but another part wants to give into temptation.
Like a little slut I start to rub myself, imagining girthy members. I arch myself as I masturbate, opening my legs to let my hand grip myself better. Slowly I raise my legs, as if one of the men is holding them up, this is where I start to fantasize a little more.
I raise my legs, imagining them being pushed up, while one of the men gently teases my ass. I’d never had anything in there apart from a toothbrush once or twice. His unlubed tip gently touches my anus, teasing me. I smile, and look up, acting through my fantasy.
**—0—**
*This is my beautiful show*
*And everything is shot in slow motion*
*-*Marilyn Manson, “*Slo-mo-tion*”
My name is Lucie. I was nineteen years old when I died.
My maker’s name was Valentine – a cliche name, for sure, but vampires who began their un-life in the nineties and early two thousands tended to go for these. Vlad, Lestat, Spike, Kraven – pop-culture galore. I’m not judging; these names make more sense than using their given names. Vampire Bob? No way.
My maker shouldn’t really concern you though. He’s dead. I killed him while I was riding him, right at the moment when he came inside of me. He turned into a pile of ash, and I finished myself off with the handle of the stake I used to kill him. I rubbed his ash all over my body. It was fun.
What should concern you is this: in the mid-nineties, a cabal of more progressive vampires began researching something that would change the world forever – a cure to our aversion to sun. The cure involved some breeding programs, gene alteration, and magic. They would breed humans to birth genetically altered babies, and these babies would be turned when they reached an appropriate age. They thought that these progenies would take care of them. But we – for I was one of them – were an ungrateful bunch.
My wife, (Nicole), and I met Shannon and Steve about 4 1/2 years ago when Sharon transferred here for work. We were all about the same age, (early to mid 30s), and our first kids were only a few months apart. This naturally brought us together and we quickly became friends. Fast forward a couple years, and another kid or two each, and we would hangout with each other pretty often; planning cookouts, camp outs, and sleepovers.
About two years ago, S&S told us that they were going to a sex club with the intent of sleeping with other people. Their sex life had taken a toll after their second child and they were looking to jumpstart things. I didn’t know it at the time, but Shannon is constantly horny. They’d previously had a threesome but were really looking into sleeping with other people.
My wife and I have always spoken openly of our adventurous, monogamous sex life, and have always listened eagerly to that of others. Well friends, that adventure planted itself firmly in the backseat; those of you with young children probably know what I mean. We discussed swinging during that time but it wasn’t something we thought we were interested in or comfortable with. That didn’t stop me from having fantasies about it. Who isn’t turned on by the thought of fucking other people?