Wherein Lie My Dreams When I was a student at the Belle Arte Academy in Florence Italy, I first encountered what the locals call Tranvestiti or Madonna della Strada; what today we refer to as Transsexual Prostitutes, sometimes including the rarer Sex-changes. Some of the Transsexuals I'd encounter were obviously men masquerading as women, sometimes sportin...
Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Also, please note; if reading about male bisexuality offends you, hit the back space key. ***** In 1974, Richard Alan Thibodeaux took the fifty thousand dollars from his mother's life insurance policy, and instead of going to Tulane University as she had...
Several years ago my best friend Victor, Vic for short, came to visit from out-of-state, from Arizona actually. We'd been best friends since middle school. One drunken Saturday afternoon after many years of being very curious about it I decided to make my move. I said, "Hey I have been watching gay porn on the internet and it is really hot. Do you think th...
Kyle had gone with his wife on a nine day vacation and I did miss him, but not half as much as I missed my wife after a day away from her. Upon their return, Kyle and I went to a hockey game and then for a drink. I enjoyed his company and the thoughts we shared. I opened up further about my feminine side and he repeated his desire to be sucked and to fuck m...
Dear Reader: As my regular readers know two of my favorite themes are gay guys and cuckolded husbands. When I write a story about both it is hard to decide whether to list it under Gay Male or Loving Wives. No matter which I choose someone always complains. This time I flipped a coin. My name is Barry Johnson and I'm six years out of college working as a...
A Private Bedtime Story "The Best of One Night Stands" * Author's Note: This story came to me when I was especially lonely for Jane. We had been apart too long and I needed a "pick me up" sort of a lift. So, as is often the case, to overcome my melancholy I began to fantasize sexually about her. I came up with this story and masturbated gloriously after w...
I need his cock, perhaps more than I've needed anything recently. My fingers fumble at his belt. I don't waste time on cursing the delay. I force myself to take a deep breath and focus on slowing the pounding of my heart. I press my mouth to the front of his pants and blow my hot breath through the thin linen to distract him. When I reach for his belt again...
Sat there on my uncomfortable swivel chair, my suit jacket draped over the arm, I undid the top button on my shirt, revealing some of the sensitive flesh on my neck that had been thrashed at many times, in many ways the night before in the heat of passion and unbelievably pleasurable sex. Little drops of sweat now formed under my Adams apple and slowly start...
Sex, isn't it grand? Especially considering the amazing wide variety of persons, places and things there are out there to fuel our sexual appetites. Considering the many odd fetishes and sexual practices that people indulge in or fantasize about, erotic writers have a rich fertile place to look for story ideas. Of course this rich fertile place for story...
I'll make the history of things brief. I was a 42 year-old woman trapped in a marriage for appearance only. My husband, a 62 year-old man had told me after our marriage that he was gay, not just gay but he had a hardy appetite for young men. He was wealthy and I guess after my first failed marriage and after struggling with no money for so many years I accep...