"Have you seen...?" Trina stopped mid-sentence. Henry tore his eyes away from his comp screen, to see Trina...see her...in his room. As he was rubbing his erection, squeezing, desiring to be the character pumping into the eager woman on the screen. And then there was Trina. Watching him. She wasn't leaving. Trina licked her lips. Henry had a trail of red...
I've heard that women don't desire sex as much as men. I think I'm different in that regard. I've been a highly sexual woman since I was a young age. I grew up a Christian though, so that was always stifled by the sexual ethics being taught to me. When I was young I learned how to get around my parent's internet blocker and soon began to indulge in unwholeso...
"Fuck." Andrew was a smart guy, he excelled in English and had the advanced vocabulary that often liked to throw around. However right now this was the only word that could come into his mind. Though, these circumstances were known to affect your mental capacity. Raindrops fell gently on his windshield as the wiper blades rhythmically brushed them aside,...
I don't know when it started. One day, I was the poster-boy for what a guy should be when dating a girl, the next, I was a womanizer. I guess it happened when I realized I still hadn't lost my virginity despite dating my girlfriend for at least three years - it shocked me, and I wondered very briefly if my girlfriend was cheating on me with another guy - but...
I saw someone begin a "diary" of their experiences as a sissy on here recently and it inspired me to give it a shot myself. The following will be true stories from my past starting from the first time I ever hooked up with a Tranny / Cross dresser / Sissy. First things first, I consider myself to be a straight male; despite having had sex with all of the a...
September found us in college. Lori went for Information and Systems Technology and I went for Business Management. We managed to make it almost all the ay through our freshman year before Lori's strong will surfaced again. There was a concert that Lori wanted to go to, but it was on a Friday night and I had already committed us to attend my mother's birthda...
My name is Safia Dahir. I'm a twenty-five-year-old woman of Somali descent living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I was born and raised in the town of Hargeysa in the great nation of Somaliland. I've been living in the Confederation of Canada since 2004. I've recently become a citizen of this great, if sometimes xenophobic nation. I recently marr...
As her son carried the last of his boxes out of the house, Claudia sighed. Her last child, her baby, was gone. The sigh was one of relief. For the past twenty-seven years, she'd been a mother. That was about it. She hadn't worked outside the home since her oldest child was born; his father had insisted she stay home and take care of the children and the ho...
Sylvester Chartier is the name I go by. I'm a big and tall Black guy of Haitian descent living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I work as a Security Guard at the local Art Gallery. I'm just trying to make some money before school starts. In September 2011 I will attend Carleton University. It's why I moved to Ottawa, Ontario, from Boston, Massachu...
It was just another summer day. There had been some rain, but for the time being, the sun was out making the air humid and sticky. Scott was on his way out to pick up dinner, driving with the windows open and the music blasting, he suddenly remembered that he had forgotten to call Brittany. Brittany was dating Aaron, Scott's best friend. They had been togeth...