After a couple of years chatting and jerking off with webcam girls, I was ready to meet someone in real life or IRL as it was known in the chat rooms. I had asked the model from Singapore if she would ever be willing to meet me and she said yes, but she disappeared before I was ever able to make arrangements to do so. It gave me some ideas that it was possi...
This is a long romantic tale of jealousy, selfishness and cruel love, told in eight parts. Part 1 I looked out the window at my car parked in the driveway, and noticed Ellie, my girlfriend's married sister, washing the inside of its windows. Tess, my girlfriend, was in another room playing the piano and I was bored – at loose ends – since no one else was i...
This is the last part of the story of my visit with a Filipina trans woman in Hong Kong. In the first two parts I described our cum filled adventures together at the beginning and middle of the week. I also felt a growing awareness of a disconnect between us in spite of the amount of sex that we were having. It was very strange to be having mind blowing in...
Saturday is when I run around and take care of all the chores I can’t get done during the week. I pulled into the mall to drop off a pair of boots for resoling and check out the new sound systems at the stereo shop for a client – I make my living as an electronics and computer guru. I parked my truck (driving a pickup is wonderful cover for a transplanted Ya...
"Mr. Anderson, can you please tell the rest of the class which battle Napoleon met his end at during the 19th century?" Wyatt Anderson snapped to full attention at the sound of his name called. All thirty or so classmates had their eyes glued to him for amusement. The only one not so amused was montone Mr. Howard, their military history professor. He also h...
Meet Phoebe Matias, Professor of Women's Studies and Feminist Theory at Carleton University in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Born in the City of Calgary, Alberta, and educated at McGill University, Phoebe Matias is a striking Greco-Canadian woman with a good head on her shoulders. Five feet eleven inches tall, curvy but athletic, with dark bronze skin, long d...
The good news is my wife is from the Philippines. The bad news is my wife is from the Philippines. Because, in addition to my wife, I LOVE prostitutes. Just read my other stories on this site--they're all about hookers one way or another. Despite (in my opinion) that the best place for prostitution in the whole wide world is the Philippines, because of my w...
Looking back, I only have myself to blame for what happened. My wife and I had been together for a total of roughly ten years. She can be an animal in bed, but likes thing fairly vanilla. I like things a bit nastier and had a bad habit of trying to coax her into giving me details of her sexual exploits during college and the time between college and when...
I’d been working as a doorman of this club called The Loft for two years now. It was a good job. Good pay, $30 an hour. Flexible hours so I could study during the week, I typically only worked Friday, Saturday and Sunday nights. People always asked, doesn’t it suck having to work every weekend while they got to drink? Not really. I was used to working weeken...
I was born male, but both physically and emotionally I was more female. I went out of my way to - just barely - avoid being regarded as a sissy by my peers growing up. But after I hit puberty I never really developed the physical characteristics associated with manliness. By age 18 I had reached my full height of 5',6", and was small boned and delicately bui...