Exhibitionism And Voyeurism
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Exhibitionism; the need to want to flash or flaunt oneself and presumably for sexual pleasure and gratification. Never felt the need myself but did enjoy and so did Christine my wife, the work of a lovely lady living nearby to our house in Knutsford Cheshire. I first noticed this lovely lady on getting up in the morning and looking out of the window. She lived almost opposite and she was sitting at the window doing her hair. Nothing unusual there but she was naked. I looked again, yes naked, no...
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ExhibitionismMy wife Lynn and I got married when we were both barely eighteen. And even though we'd had sex since we were both sixteen. Lynn had a very sheltered life with both her father and uncle both being preachers and her mother being very strict. But soon after we got married I took some nude photos of Lynn. It started as a joke but she let me take them still the same.Having always dressed in very non-flattering clothes and not wearing makeup she'd never considered herself as sexy. But once she saw...
ExhibitionismMy best exhibitionism (real event):When I arrive at the edge of the woods I start first to check around so no one is around, I start to take my clothes off and starts to put on my sexy lingerie(Long fishnet lingerie, fishnet stockings, open panties), lipstick, wig and my dildo(32cm X 20cm). I inserted my dildo hard in my ass and using my panties to hold the dildo in place, so it does not fall out. I look quickly around one last time so I'm sure that no one is around, I leaved my regular...
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He watched the couple embrace passionately against the unyielding surface of her front door. It was the end of the second date, and yet the two were sucking each other’s tongues down their throats as if their lives depended upon the decadence of their lover’s mouth. The woman had her arms wrapped tightly around the taller man’s neck, and he had her ass cupped in his hands. He was kneading the plumpness, as he grinded her center roughly against his with mindless relish. A hand came around to...
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