Since entering the sexual mayhem of my university professor and his wife Sophie I had embarked upon a frenzy of new sexual experiences. After my last session I was exhausted and I had spent the rest of the week mainly in the University library, dozing behind the huge piles of books I was supposed to be studying. I had almost recovered by the weekend which w...
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...
Microscopic Sexuality and Lily's Plastic Cock Lily had been told that there was something 'masculine' about her desire. She often thought about what this meant. In an age where we are all over the idea of 'essentialising' and attributing certain traits exclusively to men or to women, is there a sound basis for saying that certain desires belong to a certain...
This is the Book of Lovers, of which there are 69. Foreword _______________________________________ [0] It's been almost a year. Almost a year — since our old friends called me up, since my family sent me texts of condolences, since even the occasional supportive gesture from a stranger. "How to move on from the death of a loved one." I keep a little fol...
Molly was bored. Sundays were the worst. They had gone to church. Michael played the guitar at contemporary service. He was the last person who should be up there singing about Jesus. He was a degenerate. She loved that he was. She felt a little badly she had gotten him sucked into playing in the band but watching him suffer through the same set of simple so...
Ivy didn't say much on the drive home. She seemed lost in a world of her own, pulling the fur coat tight around herself and tucking into the corner of the car's front seat. After reaching the apartment, Ivy disappeared into the bathroom for a long time. Going over to the bathroom door, Mike could hear the sound of a shower and sobbing. Mike mixed himself a...
Special thanks to Grandteton for editing. This all happened when the four of us were in our early twenties. It was going to be a busy day. My best friend, Sarah, and I were going shopping for new swim suits. We had spent the last three weekends working on a boat that Sarah's boyfriend Steve had inherited. We planned to leave the next day to go to the lake....
Ah, what a good day! Done with Senorita Mildred so early. I can go to Senor Bill and Senora Patricia's. Juan Carlos smiled at the thought of Senora Patricia. Senorita Mildred was very fussy, everything had to be exactly how she wanted. And she was ancient – at least 50 years old! Senora Patricia, on the other hand, was very nice about the work, maybe 30 year...
The phone rang five, six, seven times before Carol answered. "Hello." She was groggy. "Uh..., is this Carol?" "This is she." She answered sleepily. "Who is this?" "Uh..., Carol. Uh..., my name is Fred, Ann wants me to talk to you." "Are you the Freddy she's been telling me about?" She asked sweetly, suddenly wide awake. "I hope so." I didn't think there...
I imagine that some clever soul came up with the saying that men think with their dicks a huge percentage of the time and as much as I hate to admit it, they were right. I mean, here I am, in the basement of a certain university library in the City of Ottawa, Ontario, fucking the hell out of the hijab-wearing Somali cleaning lady. Damn, the things a man does...