I wake slowly, lazily, in a soft fog of deep relaxation. A slight shift of my body reminds me of the satin lingerie that swaths my body in sissidom. I wait for you. I feel the brush of something, cloth, no satin. Flittering over my skin like a drizzle of wax leaving me on fire. It moves like snake and slithers over me, making me shiver in a fever. It finds...
Her name was Becky. She was tall, about 5' 11" to my 6' 1" frame. When we stood, we stared into each others eyes. She was full and big and beautiful. We were both college freshmen at Texas A&M, were both 18th at the time, and I was living at home with my parents. We had dinner at my parent's house. At dinner, she made it a point to play footsie with me und...
***** ‘Hentai’ literally means pervert in Japanese. Today, most everyone knows that ‘hentai’ is anime pornography. For those of us who love cartoons and especially anime, the Japanese version of cartoons, these adult cartoons fulfill our mature fantasies while remaining based in the medium of our childhood. No Yosemite Sam blowing up innocent rabbits here. Y...
Although we were still clothed, the touching and petting was hot and heavy. It was after our second date, and Pamela invited me in and poured us each a glass of wine. We were in her living room, and first there was subtle touching. Then light kissing, which led to more intimate touching. Then the long passionate kisses. I liked the way Pamela kissed. The we...
Chapter 3 -- Charming Clumsiness Pratt took his time smoothing the fiberglass around Jill's waist. I wondered if he wanted to make a perfect mould or just was enjoying the lovely curves of her hips. Jill was lying motionless, her eyes partially closed. Her fingers were locked together as if she was trying to suppress her nervousness. I was glad to see that...
It was all about control. For her, it was about having it. For me, it was about giving it up. So nothing pleased her more than taking my favorite activity, cunnilingus, and using it to dominate me. When I arrived home she greeted me even more seductively than usual and a little voice inside my head told me she had something planned for us. No doubt she'd bee...
Author's Note This is a story I sent my wife the other night. I know I haven't posted in a long time but I don't get much chance to write unless I am traveling. While I am not into cross-dressing, this story is about me and a pair of panties my wife sent with me on my current trip. While this is not my best writing, I hope you enjoy. This event is a true st...
I am Serena, a happily married woman. I must have been in my late 30s when I got a job in the office of a local printers. In the office was the wife of the owner and their 18 year old son Marc who was waiting to go to university. In the factory there were about 15 men. I had been married to Mark for about 15 years and always been faithful to him. In those da...
The sun is sparkling off the water as the two young men play ball across from each other. Their youthful maleness enhances the warm feeling between my legs. The rich fantasies that Michael shares with me make it possible for me to tap into the endless current of sexual energy that surrounds us. Of the scores of women lying on this pebble beach, I may be the...
The name is Mitchell Jean Baatil. I'm a big and tall young Black man of South African and Haitian descent living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. Just a guy coping with a changing world. I'm a student at Pacheco Jackson College, a local four-year school. The school was created in 1989 when two of Massachusetts two-year schools merged to become a four-...