Author's Note: All characters in this story are at least 18 years or older. ****** I rushed through another essay last night (even when I had all week to work on it) and I was just now turning it into my sixth period teacher's desk right after class ended. Luckily he had stepped away for a moment to talk to another student so I didn't have to look at him...
As with most stories on this site this story contains elements of many of the categories in the index. Many readers have suggested that this series should be classified as BDSM because of its strong femdom story line. In deference to those comments the remaining installments will be in the BDSM section. The style of CFNM that is portrayed is but one take on...
I am definitely not the super stud that people think that I am. If I had fucked all of the many girls that claimed to have been my sexual partner, I would have done nothing during my years of college but fuck. Okay that might be an exaggeration, but it is not a small one, I could count the girls that I had actually made love to on the fingers of one hand. So...
Lawrence was my friends' boss. He was a former theatre director who was now running a successful online store selling showbiz memorabilia, my friend David was his 'assistant', delivery driver, storeman, auction attender, diary secretary and from time to time guinea pig. Lawrence loved to mix cocktails and on occasion would invite a few associates of his to...
For some reason, ever since Julie was eighteen she has liked to go to bed with older men. Not old men like in their fifties but older men like in their thirties. If you were to ask her why she wouldn't know and in fact she would tell you it wasn't true. The truth was Julie knew these old guys thought chicks in their twenties were hot and she always got a kic...
This story is a spin-off from the "Neighbors sissy son" series. Though it stands alone, it will eventually cross over with NSS. SPOILER This series falls in the transsexual crossdresser category for the first story. There will be very little in the way of men participating in gay sex. This series will sometimes revisit this subject. After that it will be ba...
Our plane flew out of the Nassau airfield on late on Sunday afternoon. The Bodyglove shoot had been exhausting; we had visited a dozen or so locations, some at different times of day or night, to get the shots the photographer wanted. Time was money, I quickly learned. The small army of specialists in makeup, hair, lighting, and photography worked smoothly t...
"You sure about this?" I asked Abby as I stood outside the doorway. From inside the washroom I heard Abby's reply. "That you need a shower? Yes, Jason, you're a stinky sweaty mess." I could practically feel her amused smile. "Gee, thanks," I replied drolly as I once again scanned the dorm's hallway. No one was about, it seemed everyone on the floor was out...
I had been doing nude modeling for the local art school for about a year. It was good money. Helped to pay my rent and give me a little beer money. And I kind of liked it. To be truthful, it turned me on. I guess I found out that I'm a little bit of an exhibitionist. Often I'd go home afterwards and whack off thinking about being looked at. I'd even gotten l...
A lot of people are saying some disturbing things about the State of the Black Community in North America, the burdens of the Black man and the plight of the Black woman. What do I have to say to all those haters? Um....how about fuck you? Everybody has problems. The Black person doesn't own sin. And plenty of us are doing alright, thank you very much. My n...