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18 Wheel Voyeur (24 March 2008)

I am writing this in hopes that the couple in the Black BMW-X3 read this and know how much I appreciated they show they put on Saturday Feb 12, 2005.

Now I will explain to anyone else that happens to read this. I am a truck driver, big 18-wheeler. I normally from Iowa, to Michigan two to three times a week. Saturday morning, I was heading back from Iowa, to Michigan. It was early so there was little traffic. I was mumbling to myself about how people don't appreciate the work we do, and really wondering why I do this job. Away from home 4 – 5 days, dealing with traffic, weather, long hours, sleeping in my truck 3 – 4 nights.

I was driving, complaining to my self, and checking out the seat covers in the few cars that passed by that early in the morning. In February, it is still too cold for the short skirts, shorts and skimpy tops, so there really isn't a lot to see, but you still look, hoping to see a pretty woman at least.

I was traveling East on I-88 in Illinois, approximately mile marker 50, when I noticed a Black BMW SUV coming up behind me, and what looked like a blond in the passenger seat. As the BMW passed, adjusted my position to get a better view as they went by. I was right. Sitting in the passenger seat was a very attractive woman, long blond hair, white blouse under a dark jacket, and a dark skirt. I would guess mid to late 20's. She had her head lying back on the headrest, eyes closed. As she passed she opened her eyes, and we made eye contact. As our eyes met, shed smiled, and then her cheeks began to blush. I could see she was turning red as if she had been caught with her hands in the cookie jar.

Victoria to Gravesend Service (22 March 2008)

It’s a crowded train, in fact it's standing room only. All the seats are taken and people are pressing against each other. You’ve been on the train since Victoria station and on this hot summer day, the temperature inside the carriage is rising. People are becoming hot and sweaty, and all around you there are people who are growing irritated. As the train pulls into the next stop even more people get on board, the squash becomes immense.

As I get on board and I can see no where to go, I manage to squeeze myself on and pull the door shut, but find myself jammed between the door and a woman’s back - yours.

The train pulls off, lurching due to the weight of the people and my body weight gets thrown forward, pressing into your back. I catch the scent of your hair and a try to pull back giving you a bit more space to move, but there is no where to go. As the train builds up speed the rolling movement causes you to rub my groin, and despite myself I find I am becoming aroused. The train lurches suddenly and I press my growing erection into your bottom, your neck muscles stiffen and I know that you have felt it. But instead of pushing me away you start to rotate your hips massaging it, until my erection strains painfully on the inside of my trousers.

I still am unsure whether this is an accident, or whether you are doing it on purpose, so I lower my arms to protect and hide my erection. The train lurches again and comes to a sudden halt, and an announcement over the Tanoy says we will be held here for some time whilst engineering works take place. As the people in the carriage groan I start to look at what you are wearing.

Two Exhibitionists Meet (20 March 2008)

11:11AM ExhibitionistTom meets Gothic_Noir.

Recently I had to go to New Jersey on business. When my work was done I decided to disappear for awhile. I turned off my cell phone, and a bus ride later I arrived in a mid-sized city I had never been to before. No one knew me or cared. I rented a hotel room and relaxed for the first time in a couple of weeks.

After three days of sleeping and eating I was getting antsy. I hadn't even been able to expose myself to the maid. She always cleaned up while I was gone. The weather had turned warm and my cock wanted to get out into the sunshine. If I don't show it to someone for awhile it starts to pout. Then the wet dreams start. I was getting very horny.

I had very little clothing with me. I had nothing to wear for an exhibitionism adventure.

I decided to see what I could find here in this lovely town. Adventures are everywhere.

During my time in town I had noticed a Department Store with Sports Wear in the window. After having lunch at a nearby Food Court, I went looking for some shorts. I planned on cutting out the netting so my cock would swing free. I have several shorts at home that I use for this purpose. When I entered the sports wear department, I noticed two sales women talking. One of them left the store. Luckily for me the beautiful Japanese one stayed at the counter. She was about 5'5" or 5'6" tall with long, hair the color of a rich Burgundy wine and beautiful brown eyes.

Anna CNFM (18 March 2008)

A few years ago I was going with a very pretty blonde named Anna. She had a secret I was not aware of. She always had difficulty climaxing during straight intercourse. She would fake a climax and was good at it. After a couple of weeks I noticed she always climaxed just as I did. I thought she might have been faking it. When I confronted her with my suspicions she admitted she was faking it. She said she would masturbate after I went to sleep or went home. She said she hardly ever reached a climax except by masturbating. I told her I would love to watch her masturbate. She said she had never told anyone about her problem and sure, as hell had never been watched while masturbating,

I told her that I started playing with my cock many years ago and I loved to be watched. She said she had never seen a man jack-off. After quite a bit of talking and pleading she agreed to a mutual masturbation session.

Only I had to go first while she was fully clothed and would be allowed to call it off if she felt like it.

Being an exhibitionist who loved to jack off I readily agreed. We set a date for the next Saturday night.

On Saturday afternoon I completely shaved my cock and balls and around my asshole as well. I wanted to be fully exposed in front of her. On Friday I had stopped at an adult bookstore and bought a bottle of Astroglide and a large flesh like dildo about ten inches in length that became bigger towards the base, it had a head about the size of a golf ball. I already owned a vibrator with several attachments. I packed everything into an overnight bag.

I showed up at her apartment about eight o’clock. I was wearing Levi’s and a pull over shirt and without underwear. I could be naked in about fifteen seconds

A Flasher Bares All (16 March 2008)

When a male exhibitionist is “at work” he gets hot and horny causing the pre-cum to start flowing, so it is best to wear black. Pre-cum is too obvious when wearing light colored jeans. I bought a pair of black, lightweight jeans. Which I took to a local cleaning and tailoring shop to be cut down to a 4-inch inseam.

(My cock is about six inches when flaccid, so if you do this, test first. You may want a shorter or longer inseam.)

It was near closing time when I picked up the altered jeans, there were no other customers in the store. The tailor and her assistant were standing around smoking and talking. I asked if I could try them on. I was directed to the dressing room. One wall of the store was all mirrors. When I stepped into the dressing room I noticed the two women could see me in the mirror if I left the door open. So, I "absentmindedly" left the door open.

I removed my jeans and slowly put on the shorts. I could here the women whispering and giggling. I removed the shorts and took my time putting my jeans back on. When I returned to the counter to pay for the work, both women were standing there with big smiles on their faces. They didn’t make any comments as I paid and left.

11:11 P.M. Redeye Flight (14 March 2008)


She hoped there wasn't a lot of turbulence on the flight. She had never been in the air, much less a cross-country flight, so she feared the idea of the jet pumping around without explanation.

Kendra tried to flatten down her hardened nipples on her heavy breasts as she stood in front of the airport mirror. It made her look like a sailor slut, and while she loved sex, it wasn't the look she was going for. She was in the military, for crying out loud. "Sailor slut" -- what her bunk mate had called her after their lips-n-clits encounter during the fourth week of boot camp. She walked out of the restroom, her heavy shoes clunking down the terminal, trying to not dwell on that night.

He really didn't like the idea of turbulence, either. On a nighttime flight, it was rare. Cool skies, he knew. He had jumped out of planes, dove into foreign waters to diffuse mines, and been in firefights with America's enemies and never feared any of it. But Gabe didn't like turbulence. He had no control of turbulence.

So he took his thoughts to the previous evening's oral sex with Kim. He had heard she was a sucking machine, and it was true. He stretched out on the airport seat and extended his hands, pushing his fingers out.

If she ever applies for an intern position, I'd give that girl a reference, Gabe considered, recalling the ecstasy of her lips wrapped on his hardness.

Gabe, a Navy petty officer, was returning to San Diego from in his hometown outside Milwaukee. Kim had written him obscene letters while he was on a six-month deployment, so he decided owed her dinner and a date.

(S)exercise (12 March 2008)

When Ramesh came to stay there, six months ago, he was the bitterest man in the world. He had every reason to feel so. He had every reason to feel so. He had left his home, parents and friends as he had got MBA admission in the most prestigious college in Chennai. His father thought it would be better for his son to stay in his close friend’s house, instead of staying in a hostel. But Ramesh thought that would be the end of his freedom.

Everything changed when he saw Ramya in that house. She was a stunning beauty with big firm boobs and the amazing beautiful thighs. She always wore tight blouses and short skirts to highlight her assets. Ramya also liked Ramesh who was cute and handsome. Though his body was taut and firm because of regular exercise, his face had chocolate baby’s sweetness.

Ramya’s father made his friend’s son stay upstairs room. He thought that the boy would have privacy to read. Ramya and her parents had their rooms downstairs. Ramya and Ramesh became very close in the six months’ period. They would tease each other as there was mutual attraction between them. They would eye each other lustily.

All started on the day Ramesh awoke very late. He would wake up early morning and go to gym before six o’clock. That day, even after 6.30 am, he didn’t come down. Ramya went upstairs to wake up Ramesh. Before knocking his door she saw through the window Ramesh sleeping and her heart missed a beat. His lungi was slipped from his waist. Because of severe Indian heat, he had discarded his brief also at night. His nine inch erect cock gloriously and nakedly stood at 90 degree. (At that time he was dreaming about Ramya only). Till that day she had never seen a man’s cock except in porn magazines. But even in the magazines she had not the opportunity to see such a lengthy and meaty cock. She was hypnotized by the sight. She delayed waking him and moistening her lips she stood staring him. Then she knocked the door.

Til Ya Use Me Up (10 March 2008)


Kathy wasn't the most beautiful girl Michael had ever seen, but she was magnetic somehow. She was six feet tall and big boned, but she had silky blond hair that reached her waist, a forty four double D bust and the most penetrating blue eyes he had ever seen. And she had a way of looking at him with those eyes that made little shocks of wanting go off in his balls. He wanted to make a move on her, but she not only made his balls tingle she made his tongue tangle.

"I'm telling you Michael, she wants you," his friend Dave told him as they stood by the water cooler looking at her.

"Yeah yeah, so you say. But if I try to hit on her she'll shoot me down just like she has every other guy up here." And it was true. They all worked in a huge open office with perhaps a hundred people in it and, one time and another, every guy in the place had hit on Kathy. She would generally look down on the guy, smile sweetly and lift her eyebrow as though she were about to ask a question before saying something like "not on a bet." Then she would laugh that silvery cruel little chuckle and turn back to what ever she was doing.

"Yeah but look at her, man! I mean daaammn! She could be a hell of a lot uglier and still be worth the shot with those tits!"

"Naw man! Maybe that kinda attitude is why you got shot down."

"Oh listen to mister sensitive pro-women's lib."

Till I Cry And My Ass Is Red (08 March 2008)

I arrived a little late for the fashion show. I was hesitant about it all day, I just didn't want to go. My "sort of girlfriend", Sherry, had tickets, but she was a dresser for the show, and I was to sit alone for most of the night. The supper was at 6:30 and I got off my shift at the Fire Department at 5:30, and had to go home and change. At 5:00 we got a call, and I ended up throwing a burning couch off the 10th floor balcony, and helping clear the smoke from the upper floors of an apartment building. Our relief crew arrived in a van at 5:45 and I went home reeking of smoke. Normally I'd have a shower, sit in the sauna and open up my pores to let the rest of the smoke out of my system, and then another shower and whirlpool in my apartment building's gym. But I had no time for that, and I peeled off my smoky clothing and stepped in the shower to wash my hair and rinse off some of the smokey smell. My shoulders were sore, the breathing apparatus I was wearing coupled with pulling hose up the stairwell, and dragging the couch to the balcony and throwing i