For years, Roger was limp. It was a combination of things. Anti-depressants. Age. Chronically jacking off to cuckold and nylon themed porn. His wife certainly didn't help either. She was drop dead gorgeous. Always made up to perfection with raven black hair and perfectly sculpted tits. She knew about her husband's struggles but she didn't know whether to be...
DISCLAIMER - At the time of writing we were all consenting adults over the age of 18. ***** A Triathlon is a non-stop swim, ride and run event that is all about pushing one's limits - otherwise you don't finish. I'm Will; (180cm high, and a lean rangy 90kg body) and I compete regularly in all 3 categories (short, medium & long course) as part of my prepar...
CHAPTER 7 My time as a wife with three husbands did not last as long as I expected. We were visited by some students from the Agricultural College because of our rare breeds and farming practice within a national park. This included a young woman called Mabel. She and Bart somehow clicked, and she visited during vacations for a sort of working holiday. Nat...
Having tried on my girlfriend's dress, I had felt the desire to be a woman, and Kathy said she would help me as far as I wanted to go. We also agreed to marry, despite the unusual situation. So began my education and transformation. Which started not quite how I would have guessed. "OK, if I am going to share the flat with another woman, then I am going to...
It all started while I was fucking Janice, who I had met at a local pickup spot. I was banging away at her pussy, which frankly was not the tightest I had ever been into, when she started fingering my asshole. Tentatively at first, then when I did not complain, more boldly. At first I found it merely distracting, as I was trying hard to come and finding it j...
Mr. St. Franklin was a difficult man to be friends with. He viewed all others in order of their usefulness to him. Yet, Mr. St. Franklin, defying all odds, had a friend. He was Bob, who was without a doubt the nicest man in the twelve western states (as well as a grand swath of western Canada). Bob and Mr. St. Franklin had known each other since childhood....
Marcy was in my lap and her lips were pressed to mine. My heart was pounding. A girl was kissing me. A wonderful kiss that I didn't ask for. "Marc, you need more practice kissing girls." "Whenever you wish, mistress." Her hand collided with my cheek. "Do not be a wiseass." I knew I was in trouble. The smartest girl in class had decided I was taking her t...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex. ***** I perched peacefully on the top of a picnic table, my sneakered feet resting on the fixed seat. It was a bright and quiet morning in our camp ground, the morning sun not long up, with no movement and a fleeting soft breeze. Across the way, my tent mate made her appearance...
Ch. 4 : Bridging the unknown --- I was on my way back to Delhi from London on one of my frequent work trips, after Poonam had returned from Cairo. Emirates took me to Dubai, as usual, for a change to a Delhi flight. I had four hours to kill in Dubai airport with nothing much to do, so I wandered around for a while and then sat myself down in a cafe that I...
Carol returned home from work to find her roommates arguing. Again. She was getting tired of this. With tuition costs and basic supplies, she could barely afford even her share of the rent on this dump. If her roommates kept up this constant bickering, one or both were going to move out and she'd be in a tough spot. "I'm telling you, I've seen it" Derek ins...