I'm nervous writing this, but I want to get it off my chest. My wife of 15 years isn't into sex much anymore and I've expanded my horizons. I was on travel for work, and I had done anal with women before, but never a guy. Was horny and posted online for a woman. A guy responded and convinced me to let him give me a BJ, said it would be better than any woman'...
* * * * * * * * * * Note: This is a BISEXUAL story. It has male-female sex, as well as male-male sex. * * * * * * * * * * "Is this seat taken?" The speaker was an Amazon--a muscular black woman almost as tall as Andy, with long flowing hair and rich chocolate skin, wearing a white blouse with a plunging neckline and a tight short burgundy skirt. She was hol...
I spent the rest of the night moving my clothes into the spare bedroom and doing Cindy’s laundry. Every time I tried to talk about what happened, Cindy told me to hush and do as I was told. I still loved my beautiful wife and I wanted our life back. As Cindy walked towards what use to be our bedroom, she said, “Serve me breakfast in bed at 7:30.” With that...
***This story is fictional although some of the experiences including joining the military are accurate. This is my first in a series of stories and I would appreciate any comments, feedback and suggestions.*** * It had been almost years since I'd been with a guy and about as long since I'd even thought about it but as Jason unpacked his belongings I felt...
A few months ago I had a strange experience that changed my life. As background, my name's Paul and I'm, well, pretty average - 36 years old, five-feet-eight tall, average build, mid-brown hair which I was wearing then at a typical business length, okay looks with brown eyes, a short snub nose and a square dimpled chin, and average build. I was feeling so d...
Mike was cruising down the street doing what heterosexual men did best. Looking for pussy. He was spending the night in the house he grew up in. Mike was raised by his grandparents, and he grew up on their farm until he turned 18 six years ago, when he moved back east to go to Harvard. Now he was in town for a couple of days to finalize the selling of his gr...
He'd just started to take off his parka in the waiting room when she came out from her inner office dressed in a heavy coat, a scarf around her throat. She smiled the smile she always smiles - the "psychiatrist to patient smile." She spoke to him in her friendly, professional therapist voice: bright, warm, hopeful. "Keep your parka on. Did you do as I aske...
"Have a great night," Scott said enthusiastically as he handed the guest he just finished checking in his keycard and receipt. He received no reply as the man and what Scott assumed to be a hooker turned and walked down the hall. Scott didn't really care how the rest of their night went, as long as nothing they did became his problem. His enthusiasm stemme...
"You'd get half of the bid, plus you'd get to keep the clothes." I didn't know that I was all that wild about being auctioned off, but I had to admit that I liked—no, I loved—Zhao Zeng's clothes. That was what had attracted me to him in the first place. His black satin shirt and trousers were cut so well—and so provocatively—on him that I could hardly keep...
My eyes were glued to his body. I imagined I was the sweat gliding down his neck to his chest and over each ripple of his hard abs. I felt my dick throbbing, pressing hard against my jeans. I shook my head and came out of my daze. God, why was I lusting after this boy? He wasn't even my type. Hell, he wasn't even gay. Damien was fine as hell. No one could d...