He had left her alone, the room empty, the only sound coming from the music playing from his computer speakers seated on his work table. The room was rustic, yet clean, and all him. The room was actually a little detached building, formerly a garage, but converted into a special room. This was his place, his special place where his passions intermingled........
What a strange day. I'm still not sure if it was one long hallucination or not. I expect to wake up and find it all was a dream. The fact my mouth has a very distinctive after taste and my thighs are still wet suggest otherwise. So, there I was, at work bored out of my mind. Please don't misunderstand, I like my job just fine; it is the remainder of my life...
[Note: this story features a trans man as the main character. At some points his genitals are referred to with terms that are generally more associated with "female" anatomy so I recommend to avoid if that makes you dysphoric! "Breasts," "clit," "slit" and "cunt" are the ones I used - I generally find these words have a more masculine sound than, say, "boobs...
He tried to ask her with his eyes why he was trapped in this room. He wanted to know why he kept dying here only to come back to life in this room again. He had to get an understanding as to why... ____________________________________________ ...he was back in this damned room every time he died in it. Why does he keep waking up, standing with his back to...
It was a beautiful sunny morning and Mohit couldn't wait to get out to the golf course. He had awoken to find my hand on his cock, so he reached over and touched her slightly moist pussy. I stirred and said something about a sexy dream I had had the night before. He wanted so to stay in bed and fill my warm, moist pussy but he was already late and he figured...
The rain was still pouring down hard outside. Even now, as midnight had come and gone, the rain had ceased to stop. Outside of the small diner the streets were empty except for the occasional cabbie wandering the streets looking for a fare. Mike had been inside, hiding from the rain, finishing his late night dinner after a long day of working. He still wor...
Joanna could not remember exactly how she had come to be pinned on the floor looking into the eyes of Matthew... She remembered teasing him about his choice in women, or something like that, while they watched TV side by side on his black leather couch. Unexpectedly, he playfully tackled her and they went rolling onto the floor, laughing as each struggled t...
Walking up behind you, feel me brushing your hair to the side. Feel my lips as I press them against the back of your neck, just below your hair line. As my tongue slowly makes its way up the side of your neck, feel my fingertips softly draw tiny circles down both sides of your body. My little kisses and gentle nibbles climb up the soft flesh of your neck. I...
This is a true story and Sam is not her real name. To all those evil opinionated Anonymous commentators this took place in a time that STDs were closely monitored by the Military, and this life style has nothing to do with my cock size or having homosexual tendencies. This life style was a total turn on, and unless you have never experienced it, my opinion i...
It could have been minutes, could have been hours, that I savored such a long awaited return of his cock. I had let my hand gently rub across and around his soft member, as I lay between his legs, both of us naked and spent after our first encounter in years. My memory had not let exaggeration magnify the girth or length of his shaft, nor my intense hunger f...