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My Beach Story [MF][exhibition][public]

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.

Fucked my friend after her 8 year relationship [MF]

This is my first post ever. Different names obviously but this is true. I'm not one to lie, and this is by far the best sex I've ever had.

Ill start with how my friendship with Kayla grew. Id been friends with her for a while, but in 9th grade she got moved to my bus route so I started sitting next to her on the bus.

[MF] My first 18 y/o old-young sex story (PART ONE)

Hey everyone! :) This is a more recent story. If you've read my others, you'll probably be surprised to know that this was my first sexual experience with someone older. I've never mentioned it before, but I probably seem like the type lol.

Christ[M]as [F]rat Party

Another Week of Christmas and you’re going to be stuck with family that you can’t stand. You have to relieve some stress somehow, but how? You could always hangout with friends before they leave for their family get togethers, but is that enough? You’re not in a friend mood, you’re looking for something new and exciting. So it’s a no for friends, no boyfriend cause who wants one when you’re about to go to college next month. Wait, College. College means frat guys and frat guys means parties. There’s gotta be tons of Christmas parties, you just have to get to them.

She called my Bluff... Or: [F]un when Redditors [M]eet

We’d met on Reddit.

I liked her pics… but I loved her vids – the way she moaned, the fact that she’d made some of them in public.

She was a fan of my pics… but what she loved most were my stories – the little details, the lengths the characters went to in order to please each other.

I told her they weren’t characters. They were true stories.

She called my bluff.

I’d love to write one about you one day, I said. Then you’d know the truth.

I’d like that, she replied.

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