This is a true story I have often wondered about. Again, it is very true, though. I know that I am bisexual. Before this episode, I had several "multi-sexual" relationships. I can't categorize this one as you will see. I often ventured out to an adult theatre between friends,. and even during the same. To wit, I have long ago recognized that I was bisexua...
Chapter 03: The last time together Once back from dinner, I had Joe strip and bend over the back of his couch. I carefully removed the large butt plug from his ass, his hole remained gaping open. I quickly dropped my shorts, coated my cock in baby oil and slide it into his wide open ass. His anal walls adjusted to my cock and he groaned as I slide deeply in...
Dedication ~ I wrote this for joeys-game as a present for his 9000th post on the boards. I gussied it up a tad but it's, essentially, the same story as the original version. Taking your hand I say, "C'mere, baby, I got a present for you." and lead you over to the couch, where I sit with a sultry smile. The denim, softened by repeated washes, makes my sensit...
Going to the beach is what they did that summer. Rockaway beach had water warm enough for swimming and a boardwalk ideal or walking along or having sex underneath. Food, places to play games, and bumper cars provided entertainment along the boardwalk. So did lots of people in bathing suits. There were so many hot bodies on the beach and the three of them ve...
I got a message. "Hello, Boy. How are you?" "Good, and how are you?" I replied. "Just looking around for a boy to use." "I'm pretty new to the scene, but I know some things that I like." He had me list out all of my interest. Being Tied Up. Restraints. Sling. Fisting. Poppers. A Collar around my neck. Being dominated. That's all he needed to know. "I...
Time slowed and it felt as if this awkward moment would never end. My heart still pounding, I looked towards the ground. My mind was racing for something to say, but I couldn't think of anything. What can you say to such a thing. I was an idiot and let myself get put into an awfully awkward situation. "Sorry, I -" I broke off still looking at the ground. "...
Disclaimer: fiction I stepped out of the shower, wrapped myself up in two fresh clean-smelling oversize motel towels and sat on the end of the bed contemplating what had just happened. It hasn't even been an hour since I've arrived in this city and started my vacation, and already I had been bred by a well-hung complete stranger who I met up with, after onl...
The complex psychology of managing men in long term confinement requires intuition, intelligence and sensitivity. Rarely brute force. The institution, the walls, the doors, the gates, are as important an influence on behaviour as the security staff and, by and large, long term prisoners learn to go with the flow and in amazingly creative ways, make the best...
I lived in a house by myself in a pretty regular suburban area, next door to a guy named Stephan. Stephan was a skinny, bald black guy who loved women and apparently women loved him. He'd brag about it all the time when I came over to his house, and I used to listen half amused, but after some time I had kind of pictured him as being pretty gifted in bed and...
As I continued to pump into Diana, barely thinking of anything else, a new feeling came suddenly; the familiar sensation of fingers running down my back. I started to turn, but Diana cupped my face and held my eyes on her, while her legs kept me firmly locked onto her body. The new pair of hands softly caressed my back, running the length of it downwards a...