HI have been married for 12 years now. Trim and dapper, this 35-year-old's marriage was satisfactory enough and I played the role of husband well. Sex with the wife was still good, with both making out at least once a week or on rare occasions, once monthly. Twelve years on in this heterosexual rela... read more
Near my home, a red light is the hub of prostitution in the town. Personally, I have no interest in having a prostitute but some of these sluts are nasty and attractive. Among them there was a tall blond green-eyed chick whom I had a special feeling to her. She had such a sex appeal that I could not... read more
The Slayer looked at the witch's ass. It was beautiful, she thought. Round and smooth and creamy white, each buttock seemed a half moon. Willow's impaled anus showed within the deep cleavage between the silken globes, its rim riding the stiff cylinder of Buffy's cock as she plunged it into the witch... read more
"Alex bring me some juice." Sammie said, rolling over in bed and hugging her pillow. "Yes mistress!" I replied, with enthusiasm. I crawled out of bed and walked down the hall, on the way past Tim's room I looked in on him. He lay there silent, his cock trapped in it's new c... read more
Tears of pain pricked my eyes as Julia drove her huge black cock into my ass. In my wildest dreams I had never expected myself, an all-American straight white male to be in this situation, beaten, bound, and being ass-fucked by a transsexual with a huge cock. I am a normal sort of person, happily... read more
Hands handle. Usually, touch signifies acceptance, whereas the avoidance of touch signals rejection. Hands are involved in embrace, which implies fondness or even love. Hands welcome. Hands communicate. Hands work and play. Hands massage. Hands manipulate, shape, and form. Hands hold. Hands give. ... read more
"The fuck you want," the girl hissed through her teeth. Well, it's hard to say. For one, this was the one night of the week at the particular club that was tranny night. Unless the lucky woman was either a straight freak or had been exposed to the scene, there weren't too many people wa... read more
Tits. You have to love them! They bounce. They hang. They jiggle. They sway. They tremble. They wiggle. If you're a man (or a lesbian with a strap-on strapped on), you can even fuck them. They can be bound with cords so that, the blood flow to and from them restricted, they turn purple. Clothespins ... read more
But it wasn't her dick that was bothering her, really; it was the loneliness. Alexis and John had been going out for two months now, but they'd only gotten to first base and lingered there. No matter how many time he told her that he didn't mind that she had a penis, he simply refused to go any furt... read more
“I can’t believe that you don’t like women, my woman said to me. I had just kissed her passionately and slid my hands to cup her firm buttocks, my lips now moving across her throat. I murmured against the sweetness of her neck, “I didn’t say that I don’t like w... read more
Life settled into a routine for Mistress Catherine and her sissy-slave. Alice would mince around in skyscraper heels wearing hotpants and doing her best to look like an oversexed pre-teen with huge tits. Mistress Catherine took her out once in a while, always making sure that these excursions were i... read more
‘My goodness!’ she exclaimed, ‘It appears that you've had an accident, youngster. You'd better come home with me so that we can make you presentable. It's quite safe, 'cos I live in the big house in the woods on the other side of the hill behind the toilets. Come along, now,’... read more
Nikki looked up at me with her big, brown eyes as her head bobbed on my cock. Nothing was quite so sweet as one of her blow jobs. She had this way of dragging her tongue along the underside of my cock that made me want to cum in seconds. I always tried to hold it, but Nikki wouldn't let me. When she... read more
Sharon had been working in the little boutique, called The Fabric of Temptation (a name that Sharon secretly thought was just a little corny), for almost four weeks now. She'd applied for a number of jobs for the summer vacation, wanting to make some more money than the allowance her parents gave he... read more
Walking in the door the Friday after my eighteenth birthday, everything seemed great. My parents had gone out of town for the weekend and I was for the first time a truly free man. My older brother had decided not to come home for Labor Day holiday which I was kind of bummed about, we didn't get alo... read more
Please allow me to introduce myself. My name is Steven Brun. I'm a young Black guy living in the city of Boston. I recently graduated from high school and started college. I go to Boston College. It's a school full of rich white kids but I'm liking it so far. The city is big, much bigger than the sm... read more
I followed Brook and Linda out of the spa onto the sidewalk and I looked around for the limo but it was no where to be found. As the girls started walking down the street and talking to each other, I asked where the limo was. Neither of them responded and just kept walking. I followed behind as clos... read more
I remember how jealous my older sister always got when I was little and my mother would brush my straight, thick blond hair. "You should have been a girl, Robin," Sis would say, shaking her frizzy, dirty-blond locks. It bothered me because I was not a girl. I was a boy. Mom would sig... read more
It was the first week of June and school was out for the summer, I was 18 and had just finished my Senior year. One night while we were eating dinner, My Mom and Step dad informed me that they were going away for a week. When they got married they did not go on a honeymoon so they wanted to take one... read more
The bright sun shining through the window woke me up, for a moment I was confused and disoriented. Then it all came back to me. I had sex with Mark and Susan James last night and I was still wearing a pink baby doll nighty and matching panties she had given me to put on before we went to bed. I w... read more
