I woke up early and there was a blizzard out. My wife was away at a meeting in California. I was back home in New Hampshire. There was four feet of snow. I made a fire so that I could keep warm. Fortunatly, the power was on and I started up the computer and began to read some porno and chat with some people on Literotica.com. The phone rang, it was work sayi...
You found Samantha Palmer attractive from the moment she first walked into your office to apply for the Social Media Manager at Google, but your obsession with her grew over time. She came into the interview as a woman who knows she's attractive - wearing a skirt long enough to not be slutty, but short enough to show off her fine pale white legs. You like hi...
What follows is a continuation of my recounting of my first visit to Alex. The events described are largely true, but I can't recall precise conversations and those you see here are intended to simply capture the mood of things as I recall them. I've also attempted to describe the feelings and emotions I experienced at the time, with the caveat that those fe...
"Aaaaaahhhh!" Five inches. "Oooooh GOD NATHAN!" Six inches. "It's not going to fit!" Seven inches. "AAAAAHHHHHHHH!" The ingress was unrelenting, as Nathan calmly leaned into the penetration, more and more of his giant, world famous cock was sliding deeper into the tight young virginal cheerleader. Catherine and Samara watched on, their gaze never lea...
The following story has been written as a reader request, this is a fictionalized telling of true events. It is part two in the Samantha series and takes place a few months after chapter one. I send my thanks to my dear Italian friend Fabio for the inspiration -- This story is the third reader request I have done. If you enjoy it, feel free to contact me wi...
Don Josiah, in a suit, was driving black-haired, black-eyed Camilla--who was wearing her green, flowery dress--back to his home after church that Sunday afternoon; he was thinking about the sermon, and she was thinking about his cock. "So, that's what an Anglican church service is like," he said as he parked at his home. They got out of the car. "That homil...
There are no underage characters in this story. All characters are over the age of 18-years-old. Cross-Dressing, Gay & Lesbian Sex 1 Sometimes wishing he was born a woman, Daniel struggled with his need to cross dress. With his hands resting on her dressing table and his body leaning in for a closer and more critical look at himself in his wife's lighted,...
When I heard that our good friend Helen was gay, I was surprised and delighted. Well, not that surprised, on reflection; Helen was a policewoman, and a pretty tough one at that, and it seemed that most of her lady friends and female colleagues were gay. It was only a matter of time before she came out, really. Even so, it was quite an alluring piece of news....
I found what I was looking for on the Internet. It took some time, but I knew exactly what I wanted. "Lady Patricia" her web site was called. The home page picture showed an attractive woman, perhaps thirties, neat dark hair to her shoulders. She was standing in a long black halter top evening dress that clung to the curves of what was obviously a man's dre...
Gently closing the bedroom door, I turned to the woman sitting nervously on the edge of the bed. I knew this woman, but she wasn't my wife. However, that said: I wasn't cheating. No, I was doing this with my wife's full knowledge and acceptance. As I smiled as comfortingly as I could to the uncertain woman a few feet away, I thought about how this situation...