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 next morning, I was really fucked up. My body was hurting and I was confused. In a way, I regretted what had happened the night before. What felt great last night seemed like a huge mistake today. It was 1 PM, and my mind was made: I was done with this. I would not go back to Hump tonight. I took a shower, had lunch, and laid right back down on the couc...
Seven days ago, I started being able to record my time here. I don't know where it is that I am, but I know that I'm away from whatever it is I feel I remember. I don't know who I am or what I look like, I know what animals are and I know what social media is. I know I am male, about six feet and bigger than most women. All my needs are met, but I do not kno...
It had been a long day at work, as I got back to the hotel I pulled out my personal tablet, some things just aren't suited for a company laptop, logging in to the adult chat within moments a message popped up. We had been chatting for several days, he was local, I travelled here regularly, while being a straight, married guy more risqué fantasies always intr...
It had been a few days since that wild Saturday night. I'd like to say things were getting back to normal, but in reality I spent a lot more time in my room jerking off to those images over and over. Her incredible ass bouncing up and down on that big cock, her magnificent tits bouncing as she rode him, the way he slapped my hands away from those tits. I kep...
Caught Behind The woman in my life had been away for a fortnight and would still be away for another two weeks. We normally enjoyed an active sex life and I was frustrated as all hell. We were both bisexual and I was allowed to 'play' as long as it was only with men if she wasn't also involved. She knew I was a passive slut when engaged with men and this o...
I wake up with a piss hardon. I slide my hand across the bed. The room is still dark, the drapes pulled closed. No Jo. She's slipped out of bed without waking me. We've been living together for three months now. I pee, then open the drapes. The sun won't be up for another hour or so, but the city never gets really dark. Look at that snow. Still coming down....
It had been a horrible week. Deadlines weren't met, an employee had to be fired and there was a fire in one of the men's rooms, where someone had thrown a cigarette in the trash can, even though there are multiple No Smoking signs posted throughout the campus. Ben just wanted to get home. He checked out of the building and headed to the parking lot. Once in...
The farmhouse was a 1950s tract house, dropped into the wilderness. The man in camo fatigues made Tom take the lead through the back door, across the kitchen, and down the stairs to the basement. The space at the foot of the stairs was a laundry room, with a washer, dryer, and a big wash basin. The rest of the basement was walled off, with sheet metal doors...
Bethany and I arrived at the hotel early that morning. We spend the day talking, snuggling, kissing, giggling and getting ready. Around midday I go into the bathroom and shave my body, we want me to feel extra sexy and feminine for my first time with another man. Mmmm as I come out naked and smooth Bethany giggles and jumps up and runs over to me. After sl...