I stood silently next to my mother as yet another unidentified relative came up, faux tears dripping into a dry hanky, insincere platitudes wreathing my mother. I couldn't understand how she was able to withstand it. More than one woman in this room had probably slept with my father during their 35-year marriage and everyone knew it. They all wanted to see h...
Self-esteem was never my strong point. Society tends to judge us by our looks instead of taking time to find out who we are under those looks. At 19, I was a large guy with a quite manner and had no idea sex and love were the same thing and totally opposite. I did know I was missing something because I read enough erotic stories to excite my virgin mind. I j...
Beneath the abandoned underground parking lot that has become, ironically, the XHouse there is another underground. It's a migratory station along the pathways for darker perversities that are constantly on the move, always "traveling elsewhere". Beneath the pseudo-raves, the gyrating lights, the hallucinatory ambiguities of party – other things go down. Go...
I had been beaten and clawed by my mate. I had no where else to turn. I knew no one who would save me from the mate whom I had chosen to spend the rest of my life with. The mate that I had trusted above all others. How could I have been so naive? A friend had recommended that I go to Safehouse. So I set off on my long and lonely journey to find refuge in a...
Now here is a sticky one. What constitutes abuse? Some might say that having to wear a thong was abuse, or being made to do dishes, or having a water restriction on bathing their much loved front lawn. Abuse may indeed be in the eye of the beholder. For myself, tie me up and whip a few pints out of me, and I will be less than a happy camper. For another, th...
I walked into the room feeling a touch of sadness, walking over to the table with my Cappuccino, I sat down preoccupied and in deep thought. It didn't matter that I felt as if my heart was feeling the sadness or that once again I felt bereft without him. I knew it, I had always known, he was married and wouldn't be entirely mine. I guess I've just always bel...
After that 2nd trip to the Doctor, and watching Sharon not only be manipulated but thoroughly screwed by both the X-ray tech and the Doctor, I was in shock. But I was also so turned on that my cock just would not go down! We were both rather naive, Sharon was just barely 20, I was just 21. Sharon would do just about anything they told her to, and I was powe...
I know all these stories start out this way but I am not gay. I'm married, I have kids, and I've never had a gay relationship. Still with all that said, lately I've had a burning desire to meet a live transsexual. No that's not the truth I want more than just to meet her I want to explore her body. I'm not talking about a boy in a dress but a female with a p...
When Jeannie died five years ago and left me to get Sally and Mike through their final year at High School – and beyond – I felt that life had been very unfair to both of us. I was without my childhood sweetheart, and she missed out on the rewards that years of struggle were just starting to bring us. All through those early years when the kids were young, I...
Up to my late thirties, my history of orgasms fell into two categories: from intercourse and from masturbation. In the latter category, I mean by my own hand; I have never came from a girl giving me a handjob. In fact, I've found handjobs from women to be tolerable at best, more often painful and uncomfortable. In the former category, there is room to spli...