**A quick note. The chapters of this story can fall into multiple categories, group sex, reluctance/nonconsent and transgender/crossdresser. If any of these are not your taste than this story may not be for you.** ***** I woke a few hours later, my eyes swollen from crying, irritated by a mix of tears and last night's make up. I was alone, Lela must have s...
America in 1956 seemed besotted with Peyton Place and the Kinsey Report and the boom in nudist colonies and the theories of Dr Freud. But schoolgirls in the Minnesota city of Brewer were homing in on their own sweet goal: seeing their male classmates stripped to the buff. Their male classmates nude. In their birthday suits. And more than that, nude- and hu...
Even though I was wilted and in a zombie state I was at Mr. Jacoby's door promptly at 8 a.m. Not wearing underwear beneath my light yellow summer dress made me feel sexy, yet wholesome. I needed to feel sexy just to return to his house. On the way I held my head up high, chest out. I had value. I was an experienced cock-sucker. Surely he would let me suck h...
WARNING: The following is a work of erotic fan fiction, the events of which are completely made up and did not happen, and is no true reflection of the characters, comic books, franchises, places etc depicted or referenced within. Fantasy is legal. This material is unsuitable to be viewed by those under the legal age limit of viewing pornographic material in...
Gavin and Barbara thoroughly enjoyed 'Walk The Line', the story of the love between Johnny Cash and June Carter Cash. Gavin had his arm around Barbara throughout the film but she made him concentrate the whole time. As the credits finally began to roll she leaned towards him, kissed him on the cheek and squeezed his fat but soft cock through his jeans. "I r...
Sam +++ I don't remember when it started exactly but I have always loved and been fascinated by women and sex. The thought of sex. Talk about sex. Watching sex. Having sex. Even the smell of sex – well sometimes anyway. It's just an intrinsic part of me. It's probably down to my religious upbringing resulting in repressed sexuality leading to feelings of g...
Norman Cox was a fifty-eight year old geography master at Talbot School. He had attended that morning's rugby match on the school playing field, a close loss to St Peter's, and then driven forty miles to Rhyl in his maroon Hillman Minx. The holiday season was coming to an end. Most of the crowds had gone home for another year and there was a distinct chill...
(This story will be written by two people at once. My name is Darrin and my writings and comments will be in regular type and Valerie's will be in 'italics'. Oh, by the way, this is a true story! At least as close as we can remember over the years, that is why the two of us are writing it together.) Valerie was not an exhibitionist when we first met in the...
Here I am, giving you another glance into a chapter of my crazy life. The year 2007 was filled with travel and sexual excitement for me. One of you asked me a few months ago if I was ever going to write again, as he was hungry for another chapter of my real life. Well, what you are about to read is just that, just another chapter of what a woman of 47 can ge...
If you viewed one of those satellite shots of Sugardrop Bend in one of the towns along the outline of the Great Lakes, you would see what could be described as an inverted cul-de-sac. Four houses whose backyards were arrayed around one larger property with a long rectangular backyard, the centerpiece of which was a large in-ground swimming pool and patio are...