Authors Note: Although this is generally about straight sex, there is a foray into some male bi stuff. "Well you could always come back to my place and fuck my wife" he said as we sat in a strippers bar just off Deangate in Manchester. "Really?" I said probably nowhere near as surprised as I would have been had I been completely sober. I was visiting...
It started off innocently enough. My wife and I had visited friends for brunch. However the engagement turned out to be much longer than either of us had expected. The casual conversation ended up turning to business and almost instantly both my wife and I became board and distant. I know my friends noticed that I was clockwatching- but I really couldn’t h...
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...
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...
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...
She was clearly supercharged, because the second we stepped through the front door to my apartment, my hot Asian wildcat was buck ass naked and ready to fuck. She'd ripped the leopard cloth and metal hand cuffs out of their plastic container and had pushed me onto the couch and cuffed me to the side table. She ran to the bedroom to get her laptop. Walking it...
I ran a half the day before and planned to sleep in. I was somewhat conscious, but just barely, when I heard Megan get up and make coffee. She was in the doorway with a cup, checking on me and watching me sleep...I find myself watching her sleep, too (she's so fucking cute). Still drowsy, I tried to go back to sleep, but my imagination ran wild...or my dic...
After a fabulous night with John in the hotel, (see my first story 'Finally realising my fantasies'), I felt elated. I had swallowed his spunk for a third time before we fell asleep and, in the morning, took his cock in my mouth again in the shower. The 8 hours of sleep he had meant his body was able to replace the copious amounts of his spunk I had swallowe...
She spent Thursday night out. Friday was what had become our new normal. A deluxe meal for her (poached salmon) a slave appropriate meal for me (a grilled cheese sandwich and a potato) then some TV time followed by a beating that made certain I remembered my status before being allowed to be her waiter, maid, tongue, spittoon and footstool for the rest of th...
After a long, chilly day on the ski trails, Mark was ready and eager to hit the spa. It was an outdoor spa and conveniently attached to the hotel by a short walkway, which he dashed across in his white robe and sandals. An icy wind whipped around his bare legs. He signed in at the desk and walked right through the locker room, as he had already put his swims...