zNote: This story evolves around a "shemale" so there is some bi-sexuality in the telling of this tale. If that's not your cup of tea, then please, don't bother reading it. Thank you. Amsterdam My wife and I had flown over from the states to visit with her parents who lived there. I ... read more
The young black youth aged eighteen was lying on the bed while I mounted him for the third time that day. I used his cock and muscular body shamefully to bring myself off with no thought for his pleasure. Kenny was my toy boy, an aircraftsman from the base my husband commanded when he wasn't away on... read more
I grew up in a small town, about an hour north of New York City. I had spent lots of time with Playboy and Penthouse magazine, but was not really active sexually through my teens or college years. I mean, I had steady girlfriends, and had sex, but I wasn't a Casanova type, chasing a different wo... read more
Everyone in the hallway jumped slightly, turned and quickly looked at the tall girl near the sound of the slamming locker. Satisfied that there was no crisis at hand, the kids at the school mostly went about their business. Of course, there were the few admirers that glanced at the girl at the locke... read more
My wife rose slowly, before lowering herself down his length again. Her head tipped back, she squeezed her breasts, playfully teasing her own nipples. Her eyes opened, lustfully admiring the chiseled ebony body of her lover. Balanced skillfully on her stockinged toes, she began picking up the tempo ... read more
I got out of my cab and looked up at the Clinic. It was a small, nondescript hospital. I was still pretty nervous about this treatment since I wasn't even sure of the details. But it was either this or go under the knife. This problem had to be dealt with. I picked up my bag and went into the lobby.... read more
Oh what a glorious time to be alive and horny. The miniskirt is back with a vengeance and the must-have item (for girls with the legs to show them off) was a short cute minikilt. I've never quite figured out why, but I've always found a tartan (or more commonly called plaid in the US) pleated ski... read more
Back in Honolulu, I used to fuck plenty of women as I was young, tan, blond, and in super shape with Triathlons. Mostly I would try to close the deal really quickly after I met someone, just going with “Hey you wanna go fuck?” question after a few minutes of chit chat. You would really b... read more
Imagine me. A slim eighteen year old boy, dressed. I mean Dressed. Dressed up that is, in my sister's clothes. I felt good, very good. In fact I felt incredible. I had done this several times before when my parents had been away but never to this extent. They were away for two nights, visiting Uncle... read more
The bed in Beverly's dorm room was narrow. It forced their naked bodies close. That was fine with Les, it increased the intimacy. As they spooned together, Les's arm draped across her waist and fondled the bottom of her left breast. His face pressed into the hair at her neck and inhaled the wonderfu... read more
In my rare moments of leisure in the weeks following my close encounter with death, I had had little opportunity to talk about it. Of course, the police had asked perfunctory questions, and I had testified at the coroner’s inquest, but until my next appointment with Dr. Erika Wright, I had not... read more
