She awoke me on the couch with a soft kiss. Where my neck meets my shoulder. Just where I like it. "Oh, hello. You're home," I said, sitting up as the tingling sensations radiating from the spot she kissed slowly faded. She was attired for a social occasion: an office party. Someone had retired or something. Not the way most people wanted to spend a Saturda...
This is the first entry in what I'm choosing to call my Panty Boy Diary. It is a true story of the first time I gathered the courage to meet with a dominant black man. I will do my best to make this as accurate a retelling as possible. This is also my first attempt at publishing my writing so please go easy on me. I welcome any and all feedback/thoughts/opin...
Before last night I could still pretend that it was the idea that attracted me. Claim that it was the tabooness of the act that attracted me, not the fact that I was dressing up in girl clothes and fantasizing about being used by a group of men. Last night it became real. I'd posted ads on craigslist before, hit up grindr, the whole shebang, but dudes wo...
The term is coming to an end and I haven't done shit. As usual. I open my laptop, scurry in my password, and open a word document to start my final paper. Ugh, writing fucking sucks but I can at least write a heading to make myself feel better. Why can't I even figure out what I want to say?! I'll just check Facebook real quick: stupid selfie, silly selfie,...
It had been hell since Elsa moved in with us. * Don't get me wrong – I didn't do anything to stop it. After all, she seemed nice enough, she was Jen's girlfriend, and so sure, why not? I was surprised Jen had gone for her – she was a lot older, for one. I mean, we were what, twenty-one, twenty-two at the time? And she was thirty-seven. She wasn't exactly a...
After breaking up with Ana, my girlfriend of eight years, I spent a lot of time reflecting on what I wanted to do with my life. Having met each other at 19 years of age I missed out on a lot of the usual university "experimenting", and for the most part had lived a pretty textbook life. I had a decent job, a nice car, and spent most of the weekends with her...
We laughed as we flew along Route 29 North back towards my house. I looked over at the woman in my passenger seat. She was soaked thoroughly but she didn't care. Neither did I. It had been a very hot and interesting past few hours and things were winding down. But I digress. I really should explain how we got here to this point so I'll start at the beginni...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** Chapter 2 "Oh, Dios mio! Oh, fuck me more! Fuck me harder! I'm your slut!" Aunt Luna screamed as I pounded her sweet, slick snatch for the umpteenth stroke, thanks to having already cum that morning. "Will you two wrap it up so that we can eat? I love how wild and raunchy you ar...
Mark cleared the clothes from the table, he wanted a truly clear picture of Pete being used in the stockade, knowing he'd get some great footage for his website selling the stockade frames, it would help sell some more without giving away Pete's identity from the side view. But he'd also get some head on footage for posting on the internet should Pete fail t...
(All characters participating in sexual activity are age 18 or over.) This chapter is a repost, it has been edited and has undergone very minor rewrites for style and flow. Nothing in the story has been changed. ***** "You were hanging out at a gloryhole after school?! Have you lost your damn mind?!" Miss Angeli growled from where she was pacing back and...