"In Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree : Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to manDown to a sunless sea." - Samuel Taylor Coleridge The Xanadu may not be the 'Stately Pleasure Dome' of Kubla Khan's poetic decree but it is probably the best members-only sex club in the world. It is dedicated to the erotic pleasur...
I have written this story "Fifi La Femme-A Pansy at Last" mainly from personal experience as a mature homosexual transvestite who was a gay virgin until my early 40s. I hope that it will appeal both to extreme effeminates and the ultra-masculine men they ache to serve. Now divorced I've been living with my boyfriend Ron for three years as his gay wife and ye...
Chapter 3 As the two recovered from their exertions, they didn't hear the sound of the BMW pulling into the circular drive and into the garage. Stacy's mom got out of the silver Beemer and lugged her suitcase into the house. She'd managed to catch and early flight home, but she was dog tired from her business trip, and she was looking forward to climbing in...
INTRODUCTION FROM CH 01 By that time, I'd gathered enough of my wits to realise what was happening; to jerk my face away from Calvin's whisky-laden breath and begin trying to struggle free.... "C'mon, Patsy!" he whispered, "I know you like it. Geoffrey's told us what you're like in bed... and I've got far more to offer than he has." .... he stopped in mi...
The Teacher: Chapter Five The Party Eve had just gotten a call from Tommy requesting they meet in her apartment regarding a "delicate" matter that didn't involve their escort agency. Eve was caught off-guard and had no idea what he had in mind. Let's find out what this is all about .... The buzzer rang 45 minutes later and Tommy was in my flat explaining t...
Saturday, November 9th................ I woke up Saturday morning in bed, as opposed to the floor I had gotten somewhat used to. I quickly realized Jess was still asleep and still had her arm draped over me. I climbed out of bed as cautiously as possible trying not to wake her. I paused just another moment admiring her sexy naked body before covering her up...
= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = It's so nice to be insaneNo one asks you to explainRadio by your side, Angie Baby Angie Baby, you're a special ladyLiving in a world of make-believeWell, maybe... Well, maybe... From the song "Angie Baby" written by Alan O'Day and sung by Helen Reddy in 1974 This series of stories is inspired f...
Prologue: Back Then Back then, she would drive five hours wearing no panties to see me. We seldom made it as far as the stairs, much less all the way to my room. I would give her a hug and a deep kiss hello, and the smell of her would get me hard. It was a combination of fresh lipstick, a breath mint to cover the cigarette she'd smoked to stay awake for th...
Nathan Jones was born in San Diego, California, in 1957. His father worked as a Coast Guard and his mother stayed at home to raise their two boys. By the time Nathan was 12, he was parentless. His father died while on duty, as he attempted to rescue two young boys who had been out windsurfing during a ferocious storm. His mother died shortly thereafter from...
Part 7 of a series. Please take the time to read 1-6. Ali had just returned home to her family's Minnesota dairy farm for the summer after her first year of college at the U of M. Her father was not sure if he liked all the changes in the way she dressed, the piercings and that strange horse head tattoo that she had on her thigh. He knew something had hap...