Note: This is a story about adult sexual activity intended for adults. Everyone in this story is over eighteen. While the events in this story are based on true experiences some names have been changed and times have been compressed for this format. The events took place prior to the need for safe sex due to current epidemic of STDs. * Marlene and I moved...
Again, for Heather, with love Garrett Kray expected to be bored. He had flown across Canada on a whim, and had spent the weekend being having his every whim indulged by the Ferrari Formula One Team. He had recently bought an Italian Media Company, and discovered that he was now a sponsor and major contributor to the Ferrari Team. He had been given a magical...
Hi, Rosie Webster here again with another sizzling story from "The Street" After a long day in the studio, being photographed from every possible angle, changed outfits at least fifteen times and had my make up changed even more, I was ready for a nice relaxing drink, before I went back to the madhouse that was the home, I shared with Jason, his mother and...
Another in a series of true stories Sometimes it's a real pain to have a big cock. When I walk around in the locker room, men stare. Plain and simple - they gawk, they stare, they drool, or they look jealously. Occasionally I see a man stare and he gets turned on. How do I know? Well, duh, they get a hardon. Their cock gets hard, it come up to their stomach...
Some people are not comfortable with their own sexuality and they object to cuckold stories and wife sharing. That is okay. To those people I would suggest not to read these stories or to send/leave your negative comments. After a marvellous fuck on arrival, I had begun my first day of work as an English lecturer at a university in Chiang Mai, Thailand. Un...
It was so difficult to even sit next to him. I haven't seen him for over a year and a half, but it still bothered me. Our frequent bus rides were more than transportation; they were an intimate experience that I will never forget. The first time we met, it was on the 67, the bus that went from A to B, destinations don't matter. Waiting at the stop in the wa...
Tuesday, three a.m., a sudden noise woke me and I instinctively felt for my wife, Sue. She wasn't in bed with me. Though she rarely woke at the witching hour of three a.m., when she did she would roam the kitchen looking for some oral satisfaction—a sweet or a beer. Since we sleep naked, she would roam naked and then stand naked at the open window. Because t...
The bus rolled to a stop as I grabbed my bags and eagerly waited for the door to open. I spent 8 hours on this bus I couldn't wait to get away from the smell of stale B.O and a tuna sandwich somebody thought would be a good idea to eat in an enclosed space. My parents decided to go on a second honeymoon and shipped me off to their good friend's house in the...
I began my secret life: for a few hours a week I was Michelle, just relaxing in a dress with my friends Kathy and Yvette, who kept my female clothes at their home. It was nice to look at and talk about pretty clothes, and even to try on some which they had. They also taught me to put on makeup and loaned me a wig, but it was mainly about enjoying the time I...
If you can make it there, you can make it anywhere... NO FUCKIN' SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!! It started out as one of the best weekend plans I had ever had. My favourite band was going to be playing in New York, and thanks to a scratch and win lottery ticket, I had decided to go see them while making a weekend out of it. The plan was to hop on the bus, see the concer...