The life of a transsexual escort is seldom easy, but it sure makes for some bloody good excitement. My name is Rachel Suarez, and I'm a transsexual lady living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Anyone looking at me would see a five-foot-nine, curvaceous gal with light bronze skin, long curly black hair and light green eyes. I've got big tits, a sinfully sexy v...
Missy called me a half hour later. "Okay, where am I meeting you?" "Victoria's Secret." "Oh. Um. Okay." I grinned. "See you in a couple of minutes." I clicked off and resumed staring at the models on the massive poster displays in the front of the store. I knew they were fake. I knew they were airbrushed beyond belief. But that didn't make them any less...
In the beginning, the idea sounded ridiculous. This two year relationship was middling between lust, hate, and comfort. We weren't even living together yet. Our individual paths were littered with potential, so we didn't necessarily need each other. We simply loved each other. We loved each other so much that we were committed in a long distance relations...
You look at me and wonder again what I could have up my sleeve for you. You look me in the eye, and I don't say a thing. You see a smile on my face. This smile you have seen before. A small shiver goes down your back. This isn't a shiver of fear as much as a shiver of anticipation. This shiver goes down your back and stops between your legs. You know you are...
This is a true story and all persons are over the age of 21 as the club in question was also. i hope you all enjoy a night that i recall with a bit of fondness. please vote leave comment with pointers good or bad all are useful to this budding writer. thank you. oxoxoxox NaughtyRednekPrnces * She was to be punished tonight she had broken a major rule...
The world's oldest sport also happens to be my favorite. Hunting. I simply love it. The thrill of the hunt, the ecstasy of the chase and the primal joy of the kill. I am definitely into it. Who am I? I am a wealthy and powerful Black man, enough said. I've been called many things. From corporate raider to slick businessman to functional sociopath. Just call...
We are driving down a long straight road in the middle of the day. It's a beautiful spring day, the sun is high. We are on a long country road in the middle of nowhere. Green fields to both sides of the road, high with wheat and the smell of sweet clover alfalfa covers the air. It smells like a rich honey on the air. I ask you to pull over for a moment. You...
When I was in elementary school, I had a friend named Dylan. Dylan was always very effeminate. I remember asking him one time when he came over to my house to spend the night if he was gay. We were in fourth grade at the time, so there wasn't an answer to this, not really. We knew what gay was, in theory, but we didn't actually know what it was in practice....
The Toastmasters have a way of offering constructive criticism that I endorse fully. They call it their sandwich approach, and in it, they let their developing speech-maker know about something that (s)he did well, then they speak about the areas needing improvement, and then they close their remarks with another word of praise about an area of strength upon...
Its early evening, and we've just arrived at a rather expensive country hotel where we're spending a weekend away together. We've driven up from London, stopping for lunch on the way. You got stuck into the wine at lunchtime and are a bit giggly. I am sober - I had to drive. I put the cases down in a corner of the room, and you sit down rather heavily on th...