Posing at a Private School

When she was in college, she had several jobs. She was a nanny once, a barista. She had a work-study job in the library. She tutored French. Her favorite job--and by far the easiest--was the one job she never told her boyfriend about. 

In the same small town as the Liberal Arts college, was a private preparatory high school. Because it was a prep school for the children of the rich, it had college-level courses, from Chemistry to Literature. Even the art program had Life Drawing. 

For a couple hours a week, she'd go to the prep school and pose for the Life Drawing class. It was simple, and stress-free. She even kind of liked knowing that the horny 18-year-old senior boys were checking her out. Let them look, she thought. She was proud of her body, comfortable in her own skin. Exactly how she hadn't felt in high school. Now the tables were turned. 

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Suction Cup Sit On Sexy and Show Off

She sticks her favorite toy--a suction-cup rubber dildo--onto her coffee table. Then, slipping off her panties and hitching up her dress, she slowly lowers herself onto it.  Her barefeet are on the tabletop, her hands behind her. Her knees, drawn up. Legs parted. She shows you a full, open view. You are on the couch, sitting, watching, ready for the show.

You wonder who enjoys this more. You, the audience, or her, the performer. 

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What Money Can Buy

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Happy Hour Flash

I love going to Happy Hour to meet a friend. After a couple glasses of wine, I'm in a carefree mood, and likely to be a little bold.

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Marge Monday: Flashing Flanders

At first, Marge Simpson was furious when she saw her neighbor, Ned Flanders, spying on her with binoculars.

Then she realized that Ned must be lonely since his wife, Maude Flanders, died in an accident caused by Homer.

Marge felt bad for Ned, and for the carelessness of Homer. So, rather than stay mad, she decided to give poor Ned something to be happy about.

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A Bondage Game

A game they liked to play. Handcuff her to a tree. Pull down her dress, just enough to expose her, embarrass her if anyone came by. He'd hide in the bushes, spying on her. 

After an hour or so, if no one came by, he'd take her, as if her were a stranger. But then sometimes, a stranger would happen upon her first. Sometimes they would stare and walk away. Sometimes they'd take a picture. More than once, a man came up and copped a feel of her small, but firm breasts. One sucked on her puffy nipples. And one reached up under her dress, discovering that she wasn't wearing panties, and was already wet.

That's as far as it had gotten. She'd never been raped on the tree. But she was hoping.

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Best Friend

She was her best friend. And as her best friend, she was kind and generous. She didn't mind sharing her boyfriend. (As long as she could watch.)

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On a Plane, Nude

Best dare ever. How did they pull it off? Obviously not a full flight. Or is she a sexy flight attendant having fun between flights, posing as a co-worker of the friendly skies snaps her photo. Who's idea? Did they get caught?

Sometimes I make up stories when I see sexy images like this, but sometimes I long to know the real story.

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Painting, Nude

One of my favorite memories is the time we painted the bedroom, naked. It was night and the neighbor's were home, and we didn't have curtains up yet. There's only one window that faces their house, and it's very doubtful they looked out and saw anything, but it was sort of an added thrill, knowing that we were enjoying our new first home, laying on a fresh coat of paint, in a room that would soon be a center to our lovemaking.

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