Introductory note/warning: this story features a trans man as the main character. At some points his genitals are referred to with terms that are generally more associated with "female" anatomy so I recommend to avoid if that makes you dysphoric! "Breasts," "clit," "slit" and "cunt" are the ones I used - I generally find these words have a more masculine sou...
It was somewhat before 7:00 am when I woke up. It was dark in my room, but I could hear the soft breathing of a sleeping female in my bed and I could feel one of her legs draped over mine, as well as one of her hands resting limply on my torso, just between my breasts. "Nat?" I asked groggily, assuming that the identity of my bedmate was my teenage neighbo...
Best Buddy's Sexual Peccadillo A group of men sit around talking candidly about their sex lives. I'm Paul, the host of this party. Thanks for stopping by to read my story. We were all sitting around the big screen watching the Super Bowl one year. I had invited all of my best buddies to watch the game with me. There were 21 of us guys, including me. Our w...
For as long as I can remember I've enjoyed tying girls up. There's nothing wrong with that if the ladies are willing, is there? My name is Darwin James Mathieu, my friends and family call me D.J. and I'm a big and tall young Black man living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I study business administration at Carleton University and I am also into BDSM. I love...
After I came I pulled out and fell on my back beside Joan. 'Why did you stop?' she whined. 'I am done. I got what I wanted.' 'Why did you talk to me like that?' ' I already told you, I don't like to repeat myself.' 'Don't I mean anything to you?' 'Listen to me. Do you know how many single thirty and forty something women like you are out there' You hav...
I was driving through some back roads in northern New Hampshire (USA) on a cold winter's night. I stopped to help a woman I saw on the side of the road in her car, and we had met earlier that day at an event at a client's site, and so we recognized each other. She was older than I was and it turned out she was a teacher at a woman's school nearby. I was 25...
Another boring business trip. John was unpacking his bag in his hotel in Munich. This trip had been organized at the last minute to meet with a new prospective client that he knew he had little chance with. But the company had sent him anyway. Still, he had never been to Munich before so it was an opportunity to explore a new city, and one with quite a reput...
It was just luck that let me find the handbag. You can determine what sort of luck it was. I was rifling through my purse while strolling through the park, hoping to find an extra couple of dollars in there, even though I knew there weren't any. Then a gust of wind blew my last solitary note out of my purse and into the bushes. I had no choice. It was all I...
This is the tale of a witness to the events chronicled in the tale of Miss Pepperidge, parts one and two. It occurred in the world of Templeton College, so compellingly described by Charles Petersunn. This tale is told with the approval and support of author Petersunn. == == == == == == == == == == Mai Corn stumbled a little as she walked from her plain-si...
I groaned my frustration as my wife pulled her well lubricated fingers out of my burning, tingling ass. At least her other slippery hand continued to stroke my dick, slowing but not pausing. I heard the cap on the Astroglide snap open and I knew she was lubing up a dildo as a replacement for her fingers in my now nicely stretched anus. She ran her hand over...