I have always been fascinated by the grey area of sexuality in guys. We constantly talk about "gays" and "straights" and more recently "bisexuals." This suggests there were two and now three categories of sexuality. I think many of us know that rather than three, there is actually a sliding rule of sexuality starting with the absolute 100% straight guy who c...
I have been married to Dave for the last twenty years, we have had a good sex life up and till a year ago it seem to have gone off the boil sex now maybe 1 or 2 times in as many months and does not last long. I have only had one sex partner in my life and I know Dave has had a few women prior to meeting me, we have tried watching porn movies we have played...
This isn't right, Abdul Mohammed "Mo" Akbar thought to himself as he rode Carter Wendell thick White cock. Big Black Muslim guys aren't supposed to like the feel of a White man's cock up their butts. It's haram ( forbidden ) and completely against the Rules of Islam. The Black Muslim male is supposed to be dominant and all that jazz. Big and tall, strong Bla...
Lucy loves going to the Day Spa to get her hair and nails done. It is the best Salon in town and it is THE place to go if you want to hear all the latest gossip. Lucy is a curvaceous blonde with hair down to her shoulders. She takes great pride in her appearance. Therefore; the Day Spa is the only place in town to go if you want an exceptional job done. Ever...
I was in the middle, my husband Jim lay on my right and our friend Kray on my left. All three of us were still naked. Jim and I lay on our backs; Kray slept on his left side, facing outward. Between Kray and me was a hand towel covering last night's wetspot. Wetspots grossed Kray out. But it was dry by now anyway, towel or no. My husband's left hand rested o...
This is a work of fiction. All characters are strictly fictional in nature and not representative of any known or unknown people. * * * * * My story starts like this: I boarded the Metroliner train at New York's Penn Station at 9:00 am on a Thursday morning, bound for the Nations Capitol. I was half-awake from the previous night's festivities. I half slep...
I love being the one for you, the one waiting at home for you while you are at work. The house is immaculate. My time at home is spent making everything perfect, especially me, your gay sissy wife. Gay does not aptly describe the level of homosexual submission I have towards you. Being femme and sexy for you is my constant quest. I spend hours at our home gy...
You've written your story, edited it within an inch of its life, and are all ready to show it to the world. You open a submission page and – what's this? Story Tags? What the bleep is a Story Tag? The larger any archive grows, the more important organization becomes. Separating stories into our current categories helps connect readers with stories they'll e...
Outspoken feminist. Proud lesbian. Women's issues author. Staunch liberal. Title IX supporter. Women's rugby coach. Odd are the paths that led me to Allah, my brothers and sisters. My Christian name was Meredith Janet Hawthorne. My friends called me M.J. Recently I changed my name to Fatuma Al-Shabar. Changing my name to fully reflect my Muslim identity. I a...
She was a little sexpot and my dick got hard every time I laid eyes on her. She was also trouble - a disaster waiting to happen to a guy like me. She looked every bit of twenty-one, but she was only sixteen. Her name was Nina (pronounced Neenya) and for some reason or another she had taken a liking to me. She came over to our house (I stayed with my parents...