I looked forward to meeting Mistress D again, but wondered what it would be like. I had shared so many of my deepest fantasies and desire. Things that I wanted to experience but was also terrified would. Mid-morning I called Mistress D's phone and got her voice mail. I left a message that I would like to see her tonight if possible, and asked her to call me...
The knock on my door was loud. Who would dare knock on my door at midnight? It had been an interesting day. First, my office colleague Jill, pulled me in her office for a fuck because she couldn't decide if she should marry her boyfriend and settle for just one man the rest of her life. I guess she figured if fucking a semi-gay, bi-sexual guy turned her on...
The French Maid in the Sex Shop It was Sunday morning and I rode the metro into downtown Buffalo in order to visit the sex shops. Although I had a hot session with Glen just yesterday I knew that I could not wait too long before I needed to see him again. When I left his apartment the previous day he had told me to purchase a French maid uniform before comi...
The things I told you in the first part were not a story, this was really how it happened. I am not a writer and don't want commentary on how to write dialogue, I told you what was said as it happened the best I can remember and will continue to do this as I relay what else happened. To try and rework it for style purposes would take it from true to fictiona...
I lay with my back on the bed, holding my legs spread apart, feet next to my head. I had on my usual uniform for when Will fucked me: a bra, a thong (pulled off to the side), a short skirt, and heels. Will took a bottle of lube, put it up against my ass, and squeezed, almost giving me a lube enema. Once he was satisfied that my ass was slippery enough, he pu...
Most of the time I'm dressed as a girl. I am a crossdresser. I only every wear girls clothes even when I appear to be a guy. A black t-shirt and jeans looks male even if the label says size 14 or has a designer name. I normally like relationships with other girls like me. However, I do like sex with men. I call it 'Afternoon Delight'. No commitment, no strin...
A Venetian Love Story Francesco and Leonardo were twins. They were born in 1940, in Venice, in a small, decaying palazzo on one of those canals which seem to have wandered in from somewhere else and got stuck trying to find their way out. Their family was ancient and, indeed, on their mother's side, included at least one of the doges who sleep below the wat...
... genuflect, our lips together, wrapped 'round his dick, he fucks our mouths like a vagina; not hardly, friend... on my back, Nikki on top with her pussy over my face, Buck humping her from behind... yeah, I'm supposed to alternate licking her with licking what I can of his cock before it dives into her cunt, but fuck that; he's old - like 50-something - a...
I am the world’s greatest gigolo. Well, at least I was the world’s greatest gigolo. My clientele were usually wealthy women with husbands who rarely spent two seconds at home, much less tended to the raging sexual desires of their wives. This is where I came into the picture. It only took a couple of hours a day to bring these women to their peaks and watch...
It was one of those moments that I knew I would never forget, no matter how hard I would try, and to think that up until then I was having the time of my life. In my bedroom and on my knees in front of my best friend Jimmy was a position that I had often found myself in, and at that moment there was no place else I would have rather been in the whole worl...