It's not for me, Simon was walking to the underground from a meeting in Soho, he stopped outside a sex shop window, captivated by a stunning rubber clinging short dress, he was imagining wearing it, a young man came up beside him pushing a bicycle, "That's fabulous is it, it would look great on you" "It's not for me," Simon mumbled going red. "Oh, undo...
The following story is a fictional account. The characters are entirely unreal and so are their situations. Thus no direct attention was paid to probability or safety for the characters. Such practices should not transfer over to real life situations. Practice safe, sane and consensual sex. For your own damn good. If you have problems or issues with queer po...
At this moment, Mike shakes like a corned rattler and, his hysterical conscious screams in his skull: I will get through this. You will get one more chance to be a great artist. Cool sweat pools above Mike's ass. His mind buzzes like the dim light over the dumpster. Beige spitball bugs swarm it in figure eights. His leg burns as 'fight or flight' blood poo...
"Are you sure you want me to be here for this?" He was sprawled across the bed in a posture that was an obvious attempt to look casual and careless, but I knew Aleksi well enough by now--he was posing for me, and delighting in being looked at. I couldn't help but look and appreciate. He was blissfully naked, with his white-blonde hair spilling around his pi...
It had been two months since I first agreed to be a human urinal at Jon's bar and had undergone a total transformation training session with Uncle Bob. I spent two days a month in full rubber and installed as a urinal at the bar. The sessions were always hot, with lots of piss and cum to keep me well fed. Uncle Bob and Jon had seen to it that every day I "w...
I stared blankly at the television. It was a chip shot. A gimme. My favorite football team had just missed a 22 yard field goal that would of won the game. Hell my 14 year old neighbor could of made that kick. What rubbed salt into the mental wound was my girlfriend, who was dancing around the living room with glee. We had made a little wager on the game a...
The next day was Saturday and Bob and Brenda were gone all day. When they returned that evening, Brenda was carrying a bag and she had a grin on her face when she held it up. I just about came right then and there. She has that flowing dishwater blonde hair, blue eyes, the cutest face and a body other girls would kill to have. On this day, Brenda had her hai...
This story is the property of the author. It is not to be changed in any way, nor published or shown at other web sites without the permission of the author. Please provide feedback, if you choose. All comments appreciated. Darrin entered the bar and sat down at an empty barstool. He ordered a whisky and water and sipped at his drink. He was extremely pee...
I wish I knew I had these sissy urges when I was younger. Who knows, instead of getting married, having kids, and living the "American Dream," I might have discovered hormones, worked my body into shape, and become a tranny porn star. After all, how often does the American Dream really work out anyway? I'm unhappily divorced, my oldest is on his 6th year of...
On a flight from Australia to Bali I managed to chat up a pretty flight attendant. Beyond my belief I also managed to get her back to my hotel for a few drinks which in turn turned into a night of drunken sex. The sex was a little bit of a let down but it was a fun experience and she was a very pretty girl, with a little exaggeration here & there it would ma...