One evening, I had a late baseball game, followed by a meal with the team at a pizza place. It was dark when I cut through the vacant lot beside the house. My sister Susan and her friend Nancy were sitting in the porch swing, talking about boys and giggling a lot. I silently slipped into the bushes beside the porch. I was originally planning to jump out an...
I don't know what a girl feels but I lost my mind wanting cock somewhere during those fuck sessions. Before that day, if I came, I lost all interest in cock. It made me feel gay and humiliated. It might take a month or two before I let myself think about it. Now I was in the bathroom, showering again with two loads in my ass singing Shoop and perfuming and...
I was in bed in my Hotel room. My wife was on the other side of the world. It was late in the afternoon. The person I had spent the night with, Alice/Alan, was probably packing for the flight home. Dee was trying to talk to me on the phone but I couldn't concentrate. I told her I would ring back after a nap. I returned to slumber. About 8pm I dressed and...
Nadia Al-Nasser moaned deeply as I worked my fist into her asshole. At last, I had the tall, sexy Lebanese cutie right where I wanted her. Naked on my bed, her curvaceous body covered in a fine sheen of sweat, her thighs spread wide open and her hairy cunt staring at me. As tempting as her sweet pussy was, it's her ass that interested me the most. I've been...
The summer after I graduated from college, I moved into a tiny boarding house on the edge of the nice side of town. It was cheaper than most and safer; plus I was alone. The two floors were empty save my room, and Mr. Farinelli, the landlord, lived in another county. It was a wonderful first apartment, quiet, perfect tranquility. “Your walls are like paper...
Yasmin Hussein is the name and I am a Hijab-wearing Muslim woman from Somalia living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Got a story to share with you. Before we get started, though, I want to make one thing perfectly clear. What I do with my pussy is my own damn business, and I answer to one on this. A lot of Muslims in Ottawa and beyond lead double lives, havi...
Chapter 1 -Forty Five Years Later I married at a very young age. Spent four years in the Armed Service and produced two wonderful sons. My wife of 45 years decided she wanted a divorce and filed a couple years ago. I moved after taking a new position within my company and my ex moved to be close to our kids and grandkids. After I moved I bought myself a l...
I have a secret. If my family, friends and co-workers ever found out I'd become an outcast. My wife Monica knows and thankfully enjoys it as much as I do. I like to wear women's clothing. I'm not gay, I just enjoy putting silk and lace next to my skin. It all began innocently enough. One night Monica decided to tie me up. Still wearing her panty hose she be...
Awkward would be one way to describe how the night started. My old school friend Eric had come round to my flat for a couple of beers. He'd broken up with Lucy, his first girlfriend, only a few weeks before and was still having a hard time with it. The problem for me was Eric's habit of divulging too much information about his sexual prowess and he was tell...
She paused in the echoing hallway to smooth her hands along her knee-length corduroy skirt, blotting her damp palms and attempting to compose herself. As she worked up her nerve, two matronly teachers passed without so much as a nod or a sideward glance, intent on their lukewarm conversation and steaming coffee mugs. She tried to tell herself that she hadn't...