The Next Day This is a continuation of my first story. Again, the characters are fictitious and names are not real people. ***** Any guy will tell you that there is nothing better in the world than being gently sucked out of a deep slumber, just as the first morning rays begin to dance through the blinds. A firm grip on my morning wood and a hot wet mout...
Sophia of the Bourbon Wagon – a sex change? I remember years back when coffee flavored liquor made its debut. Was it Kahlua? Maybe not. Anyway, they set up a stand inside a tent in Times Square and if you stopped and stuck your head inside, they shot an atomized spray, right through a hole in the bottom of a small paper cup; zap! –Right into your mouth. And...
I climbed the stairs slowly; I could hear only muffled sobs now. I never planned any of this, I always thought of my self as hetero sexual only. Not since my youth had a thought, such as enjoying the pleasures of another man entered my mind. But I had to admit to myself that something is missing. I have to let Maria know it's not her; it's me, something miss...
Will was nervous as he waited patiently outside his boss's office. He had been told to report to her when the office closed business for the day. He lightly rapped his knuckles on the door, and waited for a reply. "Come in!" said the voice, abruptly. Will walked in to the large plush office, and stood in front of Jenny's desk. She was standing in front o...
A great big thank you to Todger65 for taking the time to edit my story. ***** Singing for the Peepers. Emma and I lay on a blanket in the park watching the sun slowly set, turning what little cloud there was into dark pink and red candy floss. We'd had a wonderful day with a picnic and drank much more wine than we needed. We had chosen a spot in what was...
This story is one hundred percent true to the best of my recollection. I wanted to tell someone for so long, but never have, until now. Feed back is appreciated, and applications are being accepted. Read the story, you’ll understand. To get to the story… So…here I sit. 40 years old and revisiting the confusion of my youth. I am, and always have been, a fir...
At the end of second year of college, I got a job as an in-home therapist for kids with developmental issues. It was perfect for my child psychology major. One of my clients was a small family with the cutest boy you could imagine. Part of my job was to play with him and teach him life's basics. During my first week working with him, his dad came home durin...
It is my belief that sex happens most often in the office and that it is the most exciting place for it to happen. My experience with office sex began in 1964 and continued through 1990. I still had plenty of encounters from 1990 until I retired but not in the office. Over the years I had sex in my office and in other people's offices. My first encounter wa...
SWAGGED OUT SEX CRAZED SWINGING IN NYC... REAL LIFE MEETS THE TV AND MOVIE WORLD... SEX CRAZED AND FREAKY AS SEX CRAZED AND FREAKY GETS... READ ON MOTHERFUCKERS "It's so daunting working here. I mean, working for James is an honor, but the whole hedonist/swinger thing is hard to get a grip on. I'm not used to that at all." "Well... don't worry Gretchen. Yo...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, using Microsoft spell check. You have been forewarned. Also, there is male homosexuality in this story. If that sort of thing makes you uncomfortable, please hit your backspace key now. For those that h...