This story is from the imagination of the writer and inspired by Return Of The Jedi. ***** The Hutt's sexual appetite was growing. He had been thinking about expanding his harem of gay sex slaves to include a transsexual. This was all due to a drug dealer who caught the eye of the exalted Hutt. Although they had done business only two times in five months...
a.k.a A Rant from Dirtyjoe * Note to all: opinions expressed in this rant are just that, opinions. I have added a little humor to lighten the subjects. However; if hot topics upset you then please do not read this rant! * Hey peeps, my name is Dirtyjoe and today I am going to splash some of the opinions I have, and others I have heard over the years, down...
My concentration shot directly into my panties, my damp cunt literally overflowing with juices. It was a wonder Mr. Gallagher didn't actually squirt on those erect nipples of mine. My tits bounced out of the white bra I wore with such fury, it looked like an attack on his penis. He looked at my resumé, nodding. "Come on," I thought to myself. "Look up at m...
Have you ever heard of people who claimed to once be gay, and then they turned straight? No? Not really, you say? Well, that's probably because it doesn't happen too often. However, about three years ago, I had an experience that turned my life from gay to straight – in the space of about half an hour. To start off with, you need to understand my background...
Hey, there. My name is Abigail Shay. A six-foot-tall, curvy and big-bottomed, absolutely stunning and dark-skinned young Black woman living in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. I've got some terrific news to share with you. Drum roll please! I seduced my formerly gay best friend Robert Gory and helped him discover there's more to life than chasing guys. Yea...
I e-mailed some online gay friends asking for the name of a place someone like me, a bi-curious middle aged guy, would be comfortable in just having a beer. They e-mailed right back with the name of a place called Charlene's near downtown. Before I had the chance to wonder why the place was not in the gay part of the city they followed up with a note that s...
There is nothing quite like the feeling I get when I accomplish something. As the valedictorian of my graduating class at Mansfield University in Mansfield, Massachusetts, I have quite a lot to be proud of. For starters, I am the first black male valedictorian the school had ever seen. Not once in its two-hundred-year history has a black person achieved what...
Diddle, diddling, diddling around/about never had a sexual meaning. It meant you were bored or idle and looking for something to do. It didn't have anything to do with masturbation--certainly it was not like those male words. . . jacking, stroking, wanking. Besides ladies, or girls. or women, just didn't talk about such things, much less do them or if we did...
Charlie was not having a good day, despite the sunny nature of the weather outside, the somewhat stereotypically legless sheep resembling clouds, and the annoyingly chirpy twittering of birds. It all seemed quite at odds with the irritation that she was experiencing, and the jocular expression on her brother's face was not helping. "I refuse to believe it,...
"She was afraid to come out of the locker. She was as nervous as she could be. She was afraid to come out of the locker. She was afraid that somebody would see. Two, three, four, tell the people what she wore. It was an itsy, bitsy, teenie, weenie, yellow polka-dot bikini that she wore for the first time today. And itsy, bitsy, teenie, weenie, yellow polka-d...