Fall has always been my favorite time of year. The smell of burning leaves and fireplaces blazing against bitter winds, the brilliant shades of fiery reds and oranges frosting the trees, all conspire to make me feel warm and cozy — and horny. I love to be outdoors when there’s just the slightest bite in the air. And it’s the best time to indulge in the most exhilirating form of sex: exhibitionism.

I’ve bounced along on hayrides with the prickly stalks pressing into my bare bottom, waiting for the one bump that will send my skirt flying and give my fellow riders a flash. I’ve gone out on Halloween dressed in a shiny vinyl raincoat and sunglasses, exposing myself to holiday revelers who believe they’ve seen a well-detailed bodysuit. (I think!) But my biggest turn-on yet was just last week,... Read More