It's bad enough being single, but as a gay transvestite it sucks even more - and not in a good way either. Still, I can't complain, though. Working from home as a freelance artist does afford me the luxury of keeping my private life out of the spotlight since I love dressing like a woman more often than not. Occasionally, I hook up with a guy for a booty cal...
"I need you," He paused to blow out the cigarette smoke, "to stop fucking my lady." This is rarely the first words you hear from a new neighbor. No request for a cup of confection or a bottle of condiment or even advice on the local school district from this one. This was a request to cease infidelity, not so subtle request either. "Do you understand, stop...
*The last part already and it feels so short. But I started on the sequel today and that one actually starts with some steamy bits for once. I only had a few plotlines written down and hadn't even planned on starting that way. Damned dirty mind when it comes to female creatures.. *Literotica rules apply ***** We kept up the routine for a few days until we...
Most of these stories are standalone, so you don't have to read them all. This one, however, calls back to Pts 14 and 17. --- I was stuck in a meeting at the end of the day, and bored. I decided to text Dan and see what he was up to. He told me to send an up skirt picture, so I put my phone between my legs and took a picture. It didn't look great, but I s...
"Jean Meredith." That is what it said on the name plate sitting my new desk. The lettering was an Old English style. It was the first name plate I had ever had. Of course, this was my first job: the new junior reporter for the Hemmingsburg Report newspaper. The newspaper office is on the second floor of an old building in downtown Hemmingsburg. It was not th...
It was late August, the time almost 9pm. The sun had gone down and dusk had arrived. She turned her car off the main road and pulled onto the drive outside her house. Glancing in the rear view mirror she adjusted her dark brown hair before removing the keys from the ignition, opening the door and climbing out of her car. She carried her keys in her hand se...
I've been a mailman for ten years. I work in a big city and deliver the mail on foot. I'd heard the stories. Stories of casual sex with women on the route. Maybe you've heard them. Some horny gal invites the letter carrier in for a cold drink and nature takes it's course. Being a relatively young man and horny all the time, I always wondered if I would ever...
Jack's breath quickened as he shut the door of the yellow cab and stepped across a shimmering, slushy puddle onto the sidewalk in front of the downtown Hilton. Why here, he wondered, of all places. Still, he was happy to meet Vanessa anywhere right now. More than happy, after what had happened two days ago. He was still embarrassed thinking about it and now...
Readers of a story that I've posted on another web site will find the basis of this story to be a familiar one. But I assure everyone that this story isn't based on the same premise and the difference will become apparent as the story goes along. I promise. CHAPTER 3 'Someone was knocking on the door again,' Sabella thought to herself as she listened to th...
This incident happened a couple of years back when both myself and my wife were visiting an Ashram in Pune. This Ashram, though people misunderstand as a sexual haven is more of a spiritual and solemn place. You will also come across people who are there only for sex too. At that time we were just about a few days into our marriage. I was about 26 years of...