Hi. I'm Joe. Up till now you've only known me through my work here, but now, after sixteen years on the site (almost to the day), I feel it's time to introduce myself to you properly. I'm just an ordinary guy really: I like to be cool in the summer, and warm in the winter. I guess I'm just unlucky: My bills would be a lot lower if it were the other way arou...
I looked at the throbbing red cock within inches of my face, split seconds before I was to be showered with thick musty spunk on the back alley streets while I thought back to what had happened 24 hours ago when I was a normal 22 year old male living a normal heterosexual life. It all started when my girl friend of the time, Doreen, had filmed us having sex...
The day I woke up after being knocked out was a strange one. I didn't know how long I had been missing but I felt my body had been completely transformed. My skin felt softer, I had breasts, my lips were filled with collagen. I remember waking up in a what seemed like a hospital room and walking up to a mirror and looking at a gorgeous bald woman with a peni...
- Ashley was lonely and horny... She was getting ready to go to Matthew's party. They'd known each other since she used to work at the bookstore. He'd been a regular customer there getting all his professional books from them. He didn't read much else than textbooks. That's what he'd told her when she struck a conversation with him. She had kind of a crush...
Joaquin lay in his prison bunk, his cock throbbing in his hand. He was thinking about Angel. Angel, the woman who had told him she could not see him anymore. She had found a man she wanted to marry, a man who could give her what she needed emotionally, love, understanding and security. A man she could depend on to treat her with kindness and always be ther...
I left the hotel around 5:30 am, having serviced with cunt & mouth three of the night boys. All paid me 100 euros. In financial terms, my first night as a whore had been excellent. My meeting with my very estranged husband less so. Why was I married to the only straight man who didn't want to fuck me? Still onwards as they say... On the down side I had not f...
I think it was T.S. Elliot who wrote, "April is the cruelest month" . . . well it is actually March that is the cruelest, because that is when it warms up enough that the co-eds shed their bras and sweatshirts and compete to see who can poke the most nipple through a thin cotton t-shirt during class. I knew I was in trouble when Charlotte, a freshman, was ar...
One day a young woman entered the tattoo studio. Jess welcomed her, but then insisted to see her ID card as due to the services provided by the studio local laws only allowed adults to enter it. The card showed that her name was Elisabeth and that it was her 18th birthday. "Congratulations, Elisabeth, on your first day as grown up!" Jess said with a blink....
Yes, it's a new series, fans of mine. I know you like Marilyn, but she's on hiatus. Deal. Anyway, I do have something interesting for you. It's an unusual tale, but then again, my writing tastes have proven to be a bit unusual. I'm about as mainstream as N'Sync is underground. So without further ado, let's get started. Oh, and yadda yadda yadda over 18 to re...
Chapter 1: : Homebase "What?" I exclaimed as I spun around from the coffee maker with my fresh cup of coffee and stared drop jawed at my husband Art. The motion made my robe gape open just enough for him to see my cleavage. I pulled the top of my robe together to keep his mind on the conversation at hand. One glimpse of any breast and the man's mind was gon...