By the time I was 18 I had been dressing in my mom's lingerie for a few years. I had always liked to sneak into her room when she was out and try on her panties, bras, and other assorted lingerie. Her pantyhose were always my favorite though, they felt amazing on my slight, nearly hairless legs. As my passion for wearing pantyhose grew, I took to keeping a...
"Look, about last night," Jake said, walking into the kitchen. It was the morning after I'd stormed out of his bedroom and he was, no doubt, going to try to make amends. I figured I knew what my cousin was going to say. That he was sorry he'd messed things up by coming on too sexy with me and that he promised he'd back off if I agreed to stick around a whil...
SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 22 I stood naked beside my bed, stroking Bill's hair and caressing his muscular shoulders while he sucked my thick hard cock. Last night, he'd celebrated with the team at Cougar Pizza after they'd easily beaten the Lincoln Lions. Tonight, his parents thought he was reviewing plays and game video with me. He showed up right after dark....
Must. Have. COCK! Nervously, he entered the bar. He tried to fit in with the fanfare, the decorations, and being "smooth", but he was here for one reason and one reason only. He needed to worship cock. Julian was once a hetero father of two, who had a fetish for shemales, and had always dreamt of sucking cock, until that night with Tonya. He learned that...
This is a continuation of my last FICTIONAL story, "Oral Sex while Sleeping," where Tim receives a blow job while he is sleeping from me (Dave.) You may remember that Tim has insomnia and his doctor prescribed a very powerful sleeping pill that he must take every night. Once he is asleep, he is out like a light until the next morning. While he is sleeping, I...
Author's note: The following depicts a while male master sexually dominating a black male slave in the period just before the Civil War. I have every intent of writing a black male dom/white male sub story that takes just after the war. If the racial politics of this fiction upsets you, please skip it. When in the summer of 1859 I returned to my family's...
Mark and Dan had spent most of their years in the suburbs living a quiet life where they never quite experienced any trouble. Mark was a working man at a law firm who spent most days at work and met Dan nights for romance, while Dan the loyal fiancé who spent most of his days in the local gym working as a personal trainer. Dan was a larger more muscular man...
Susan was friends with her co-ed neighbors Cameron and Jamal. They both had a beautiful complexion of mixed race, but seemed to be mostly white. Neither one of them was gay or bisexual. Sometimes when she thought of them it made her pussy wet. But truthfully her pussy was always wet. Right now she was so horny she would just about fuck anything. She walked...
It was the next morning; I awoke with a slight hangover and Jack sleeping with his arm on my chest. I tried to move to go to the bathroom and woke Jack when I tried to move his arm. Jack arose and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. I went to the bathroom and Jack yelled there were extra toothbrushes in the drawer, so I took one out after I had pissed, found...
'Will you be my boyfriend?' 'Yes, of course I will.' These words drummed around my head for several days after Reece had officially asked me out. At the time I said "yes" I felt elated for the most part. Even the next day however, I was beginning to harbour some doubts. Reece had basically saved me from my family and helped me through some really trouble...