Growing up I've always felt like I was born the wrong sex. That I should have been a girl rather than a boy. However, living in a traditional family where I was made to suppress these feelings. The majority of my teens were spent trying to be boy and not the girl I wanted to be. After turning 18 years old, I moved out of my parents' house and decided to li...
A few days later, in the middle of the afternoon, Mindy was lying in bed next to Frank in a rented hotel room at the far edge of the city, her lithe, tan young body stretched out naked beside him. They were making small talk, after two rounds of lovemaking that had left them out of new ideas and exhausted. Mindy cuddled up to him, kissing his face and huggin...
I checked the contents of my purse one last time: lipstick, compact, some bobby pins, Altoids, tissues, hairbrush, cell phone, wallet, room key, car key, cigarettes and lighter. I added the case for the sunglasses which were gaily perched on top of my head. With that, I took a deep breath, and after a final glance at my hair and makeup in the mirror on the c...
Here is the next part. This chapter will feature more sexual encounters. Considering the site this is being posted on that is not a shock, but here is the warning none the less. Alexis left early the next morning. The only ones to see her off were Masters Jacob and Melissa; this was a secret mission after all. Clad in her armor, Alexis was given a grey h...
This is an account of a true event.... Started playing and stretching with a new friend recently. She contacted me through a website, talking about her desire to be fisted. We talked about our fantasies and experience. She really wanted to have her pussy fisted up to my wrist for the first time and have it stretched. Anal play was also something she wanted...
A few months after the modeling adventure and the trip to Ted's place, Clarissa and I were relaxing and watching TV. There was a knock at the door and it was our neighbor Charlie. He was an art instructor, nearing retirement, and dropped by occasionally and we talked about a lot of things. He had seen the nudes of Clarissa I had taken in past years and I thi...
This story will contain many elements that reasonable people should find offensive. Lucky we're all mature adults (although most of you probably aren't very mature) who understand that this is fantasy not reality, and no one is being hurt, other than my fingertips and the general moral balance of the universe. I'd love to hear any suggestions or ideas, part...
Shortly before I began my junior year at SUNY Binghamton, I rented a room in a boarding house near the campus. I was tired of dorm life. The noise and the lack of privacy during my first two years at college had always been very annoying. My roommates were tolerable, but they tended to invite friends over at all hours for parties or long, dull bullshit sessi...
Too Much of a Good Thing: A Fantasy of Excess. Chapter IV: A Bizarre Contest! I awoke on the Sunday close to noon! This was not planned, but for some reason Angel had just left me there comatose. Mind you, I had every reason to be! After surviving a full day with six teenagers and a full night with Angel, a decent lie in was not entirely a luxury. This...
I was always a believer in love. But at 18 years old, being five foot ten inches tall with sandy brown hair and a rather skinny physique, it was kind of hard to picture myself with anyone. Apart from my occasional casual relationships and the drama associated with them, I led a very boring existence. Actually, the only thing that made me stand out from any o...