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Inside the Garden Shed Ch. 01

by Drmaxc on Sep 14, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

Chapter 1 - The mystery of the handkerchief The story so far (from the story, 'The Garden Shed.'): Gary, a middle aged divorcee, has taken to nudity in his garden - a very private garden - but hearing a noise and finding a handkerchief with the letter 'Z' embroidered upon it in his garden shed has made him suspicious that his garden is not nearly as priva...

Co-Worker Fantasy Pt. 07

by TheOldLady on Apr 8, 2019
Erotic Couplings

The next day she woke up sore and smiling. She stretched, letting out that morning sigh and then realized it was back to reality. She had to pack and head to the airport. She showered and shaved, too exhausted and tender from last night to even think about masturbating. She walked through the hotel lobby to catch a taxi to the airport and she saw him acr...

Peeping by the Pool

by Boxlicker101 on Sep 11, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

After dropping out of high school at the age of 18, Ryan had nothing better to do than hang out, peeping through the fence that separated his families property from the neighbor's back yard. The best thing about peeping was the neighbor herself, a tall, voluptuous woman in her forties. He knew her name was Marian and she was divorced, lived by herself in the...

9 Stone Cum Queen at the Barbeque

by 9StoneCumQueen on Sep 18, 2017
Group Sex

(This is my fifth story for Literotica) Here I am. I don't know where to begin. I am on my knees, behind a garden shed at a house in Islington London. I am wearing no top or bra. My 30D tits are absolutely covered in cum. There are drenched in jizz. I have never had my tits covered in so much goo. This must be the messiest I have ever been. The sun is o...

Well-worn Path

by JimBob44 on Jun 25, 2018
Group Sex

*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, using Microsoft Spell-check. You have been forewarned. Also, if male bisexuality is offensive to you, kindly hit your 'Backspace' key now. *.*.* "Next up is Twelve Sixteen Biggs street. That's one two...

The Dancer

by MasterBate on Aug 31, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

I'd been going to the lap dancing club in a nearby city for about six months when the following true story happened. Having a job which allows me to make my own hours as long as my shop is manned by someone I can trust is great. It allows me to visit the club at least twice a week. Unfortunately, here in the u. k. the laws are a little bit staid, and while...

Tell Me About Dick Ch. 01

by KenJames on Sep 14, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

Hi. My name is Linda. I originally wrote these stories for my boyfriend Mike. Here's how it started. It was our third date. The first time we went out, we had dinner, then went to a quiet little neighborhood bar. We talked about everything under the sun until closing. Then we went to a 24-hour restaurant, drank coffee and talked for another two hours. On th...

Estate Sale adventures: Workbench!

by MackKnifely on Sep 14, 2020
Erotic Couplings

I started going to estate sales with my girlfriend last summer. She's an artist who uses a lot of found items like old books, fruit cans and photographs to construct these amazing creations. She was getting popular, and had to buy as much stuff as she could for as little money as possible, and the cheapest prices for all the best stuff was at Estate Sales. I...

The Neighbour's Daughter Pt. 04

by ChrisyCrossy on Jun 15, 2020
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

This week had been extremely busy at work, and so at the weekend, I decided to spend some time in the garden. I find working outside on a gardening project very therapeutic and relaxing. I have a garden shed at the far end of the lower lawn, and today it hit me that the shed was a mess. I started by taking all the big items that just seemed to be stacked u...

Enlightenment

by Geoffrey on Sep 19, 2017
Mature

MY FIRST FUCK INTRODUCTION I was 18 yrs of age and that summer of 1951 was to be the time of my education. Mother had acquiesced to her best friends enquiry, as to whether, during the college holidays, I could carry out some of the more menial tasks of which her husband usually took care. Mrs Jean Goodyear's husband Tom, was serving overseas as was my fath...