"Hey 'becca look at this!" Rebecca stopped at the door to her shared dorm and rolled her eyes before entering the room. Her roommate was rolling off the bed, her long brunette hair in a ponytail bobbing as she jumped to her feet. Tammy was a tall girl at 5'9 with a trim athletic 19 year old body so familiar on the campus. Rebecca sometimes suspected Tammy...
The third chapter in my story of sexual awakening and the many thresholds I crossed one glorious summer a few years back. Again, I hope this does not get reclassified as BDSM the way Ch. 01 was. Thursday morning dawned with a gentle rain and no sunshine. I lay naked in bed for far too long, thinking about the previous three days and the thresholds I'd cr...
Something occurred in my life and I just had to write about it. Actually something happened to my wife and I that was extraordinary. And the story must be told. We had a threesome. Big deal? For us, it was a big deal. It will most probably never happen again and it probably shouldn't. It was an once-in-a-lifetime situation. Here's some background informa...
Having been away from this site for a while I felt that I wanted to write something short and quick just to get me started. I reached out to our forum and picked one of the first suggestions I got. It was just to supposed to be a vignette but I might add a second part if there is demand for it. ***** She waved good bye to the girls and headed down the cor...
I pose in front of the mirror, sprawled in the chair in a spread-eagle slouch that lets me take in every inch of my body. All is visible: my face, breasts, stomach, pussy, and, if I lift up a little bit, the dark curvature of my ass and the cleft to its hole. All laid out on display, opened up to even more introspection by my prying fingers. Close enough for...
I adore married women. I always have. The idea of bedding a woman while her husband waits at home having no notion that his wife is betraying him is very erotic to me. Consequently, almost all the women I'd ever had sex with have been married. I've probably had more than my share of them for the simple reason that I exploited every chance to have sex with wo...
500 miles is one hell of a long distance to travel in this country sometimes. Especially when you don't drive and can't afford a train ticket anywhere. When you're 21, it's easy to look like a student and hitch lifts anywhere you want, but when you're ten years older the cold eases into your muscles so much more easily, and these long trips hurt a little mor...
There was will and the way opened It was a piercing scream. The spinster lady heard the scream and pricked up her ears. She located it from the apartment next to hers. The tenants had come in only late that evening. She had not met them but the caretaker of the building had told her that they were a newly married Indian couple. In the U.S. Indians are goo...
I'm not by any means wealthy. Nor someone who is likely to grace the cover of GQ, Vanity Fair, or appear on Entertainment Weekly. I'm just your average looking guy, in his 30's. I rent an apartment in an okay area of town. Went to college for journalism, but changed my career when I decided I didn't like deadlines, writing about insignificant things, kissing...
My wife's control over me insures that I have no secrets from her no matter how depraved my hidden desires. This is the fourth in a series in which I confess my past experiences as a panty thieving college cross dresser. I have changed some of the names, but the rest of the confessions are, sadly, true. Please read the first three installments for context....