I always had a fascination with feminine things, dresses, shoes and handbags. Underwear was particularly exciting. I liked the silkiness of them. I loved the delicate straps. And I understood what it was to feel girly, as I wanked. As I passed my eighteenth birthday, I was still pretty. I had long hair. My hips were snake like, my body smooth. And I was sen...
WARNING: In my stories, I tend to use the "n-word" quite a bit. If you can't handle reading that...then please leave. ==================== Zach finally came back into consciousness. He looked out the window and saw the sun was high in the sky. "Fuck! I can't miss school. Today is the presentation." Zach ran as fast as he could towards they door. In an ins...
I drove home exhausted and exhilarated. After Robert's maiden voyage into my ass, his extreme violation of my body, his brutal thrusting and grunting, I could barely walk—or talk. Robert didn't appear to be in a garrulous mood after unleashing his seed and fury, and I was too shell-shocked for any post attack conversation, so I simply dressed and exited. I t...
I consider Amsterdam as the highlight of my summer of 1970 high school-to-college gap year fuck trip around Europe. My parents had given me enough money for the trip down along the Rhine River from Bavaria to Amsterdam and then across to England, but I wanted a car too, so I did what I could to cover travel expenses by selling my ass to men along the way. I...
I'm so grateful to all the readers who have reached out and become friends. For those of you who haven't reached out yet, go ahead. I try to answer each note individually. I poured a lot of myself, hard work, sweat, and tears into this story. I hope you find it one of your favorites. Enjoy! MJ MONTANA Part 3 Chapter 9 That night at 11:30 when I knock...
*All characters in this story are above the age of 18 years old* *This story was inspired by and written with the permission of redbeardedsf. The characters and situations involved are from his story "The Ultimate American Boy Contest." He is a writer of excellent slave boy erotic fiction. If you are Nifty enough you can read his stories, and get a better u...
I didn't want to be a cowboy, but I certainly wanted one to fuck me. So, to honor those sojourners of the dusty trails I wrote this. When settlers in the 1870's first used "dude," to refer to pasty-faced Easterners coming to The Rockies, they took notice of men with a distinguishable lilt (I have no doubt), of men with a different spring in their step, of m...
Arthur was working out in the local YMCA gym. He had been lifting weights for months but no matter how hard he tried he couldn't build any real muscle. He had developed some nice little abs and some nice little delts and a nice little core and some nice little biceps. When he complained to his friends they couldn't understand it, he looked in shape to them....
Sam awoke and groaned. His entire body was bruised and the coppery taste of blood swam in his mouth. He wanted to move but he was afraid of more pain and he figured that the longer he pretended unconsciousness, the longer he could escape his jailer’s attentions. He didn’t think he could survive another beating. “Is he awake yet?” A voice asked and he heard...
The man was thin and wiry, a regular beanpole, but he certainly knew what to do with his cock, which was also long, but not thick. It was a surprise, but an arrested surprise. Justin didn't quite know what to make of it, this encounter he originally had thought would be a total bust and then had hopes for and now was completely confused about. Peters was nea...