This is my first attempt at a story. I hope it reads well. Some parts of the story are true, some of my fantasies and wild imagination. Maybe someday it'll happen. Yeah right and I'll hit lotto, too. I'll leave it to your imagination which is which.. All names have been changed to protect their innocence. I know I'm putting this into the crossdressing sectio...
Wendy was forever leaving stuff around the house, wherever she happened to last be using whatever it was. "Have you seen my hairbrush?" or "Have you seen my earrings?" she would ask, presumably expecting me to keep track of her various belongings. Earlier in our married life I had made the mistake of picking up after her and then taking the blame two days la...
Mia woke me by lightly touching the red marks Simon left me from my leather thong beating. "Ow." "Sorry," but she kept at the little lines on my hamstrings and back. "What are you doing?" I mumbled into my pillow. "He left you some pretty work." She took a pic with her phone and showed me my back. Simon had left a crisscross pattern on my pale white skin...
Lance and Dina worked at a firm for years always head to head, bumping to the top one or the other. Lance was young and handsome, with features of a god, his light brown hair smooth on his head, his green eyes fierce like a tiger. He wore his gray suit and tie carrying a brown leather briefcase straight to Dina's office. Dina was longing for someone to touc...
(Please don't read this story if you're under 18. Any resemblance of these characters and any actual people is coincidental. Explicit lesbian sex, brief drug references, and profane language within!) *^*^* Three weeks into my first year of college, I saw someone I had hoped I'd never see again, except at reunions to gloat about how great my life was and ho...
Over the course of several days, Amber and I grew more tactile. It began with her just gently brushing her fingertips against me whenever she passed close to me, and I quickly found myself returning the gesture. Whenever she would bring me coffee, my fingers would touch hers just a little longer than necessary as I accepted the mug from her. As we washed the...
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It all started with a car ride. We were heading to the bowling alley to meet our friend Brian's new girlfriend and her friend. Brian had never been very smooth with the ladies, so Nick and I were very curious to meet this new lady and find out if she was up to snuff. So we started off our night, like most other nights with a couple of shots of Southern Com...
Hello, there. Steve Chretien Lamont is the name and collegiate adventure is the nature of my game. I'm a student at Edelson College, a small four-year private school in Indiana. These days, I'm counting down until graduation. For a young black man from a poor Haitian family, graduating college is a big deal. I'm getting my Bachelors of science degree in Crim...
Thursday night bowling with the guys, that was the last thing on my mind, leaving work after a long day at the office. About once a month, I had gotten into the habit of skipping on the bowling and stopping at the local gentleman's club for a little variety in my daily life. My wife, Debbie, knew nothing of these "exceptions" to my weekly bowling routine. My...