Racists, and moralists will dislike this and condemn us; but this story is almost completely true. My wife and I love each other and we offer no apology for any of our actions. * Janet and I checked into our hotel overlooking the Mississippi River across from the French Quarter and next to the old fish market. It was March and time for her 'spring adventu...
Chapter 4: A T-girl's Sex Life On Friday morning, Angel Jones woke up smiling. She was happy because it was the last day of the work week, and because there would be a dance at the Gay, Lesbian, Bisexual and Transgendered Association that evening. She had been anticipating the event ever since her first night there, seeing it as a chance to mingle with her...
TO THE READER: this story includes several characters from the series of Jason Garrett stories and takes place simultaneous with them; however, this story is not part of that series. With the exception of Dr. Richard Skeen, all characters and events are entirely fictional. Hi! My name is Tara Zelino, and I love cum. Yes, you read that right. I love cum. I...
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know or own Candice Michelle, Mickie James, Torrie Wilson, Victoria or any WWE/WWF stars for that matter. ***** Mickie James had wrestled on the independent circuit for a long time before finally making it to the WWE, and then had spent two years in their developmental system OVW because she wasn't the type o...
Disclaimers: This tale's fictional fuckers are over 18 and avoid condoms. Tags: bisexual, mature, multiracial, impregnation, harem, fuckfest, school, lucky guy, reality-based, Kansas. If you object, stop reading. Voices and details may be unreliable. Opinions may not be the author's. Comments are demanded. Enjoy! ***** HAREM-SCAREM *****(such a lucky lad)...
Things only got worse from then on. Not only did I sleep on the couch more often than I did in our bed -- my own bedroom, I might add -- she started fucking around more often, coming home with cum running down her legs, or cum stains on her clothes. Once home, all she did was snuggle and give me the occasional peck on the cheek or forehead. Whenever I gathe...
*** Transgender-themed stories which I hope will be of interest to those who like women, or would like to be a woman. Which includes me! *** Part 10 Jeff again It was about half an hour before closing time that Saturday. Eric had just sent me off since we were very busy and I hadn't had a break since we opened. I sat in the back room, behind the bar, si...
After my anal cherry was surrendered, I had no remorse other than the soreness the following day. Sheila and I had taken full advantage of our passage and enjoyed each other over and over. I returned to Ashley's the following morning and got some much-needed sleep. I was a total mess. I had not bothered to do my makeup when I got up that morning and I just w...
"Erica, are you alright?" I asked. "I hope that was the money shot," she mumbled. She groaned and smiled up at me. I laughed and hugged her, but she stayed on the ground. "Can you move? Does it hurt?" I asked. "I'm fine, really, but I don't feel like moving," she replied, still smiling. "Can't I just lay here a while?" I looked at her, and glanced aroun...
It was just after 7:00 P.M. Saturday evening when my computer alerted me that I had incoming e-mail. The note was brief and to the point, “We are going out tonight. Pick me up at 8:30 P.M. sharp!!!”. The message was signed simply, “MH”. Mistress Heather, or more specifically, my Mistress. You see, I am the collared slave of the beautiful enchantress, Mistres...