It was 3 weeks since the party where I performed in front of 2 dozen transvestites, sucking my own cock until I came. After that, Sonja, one of the she-males had propositioned me to film this as an instructional video for a porno company she worked for. I had just received an e-mail message from her company saying they would pay me a pretty good figure for a...
Gerd had turned the lights off on leaving the dungeon and I was now left tightly bound by his ropes and totally unable to move. I had time to reconsider the wisdom of my decision to burgle Marsh Farm. Many thoughts now ran through my head. What if his intention was never to release me? There really was absolutely nothing that I could do to influence this and...
This story is the culmination of the five chapter story which you should at least read Chapter 5 or this one will not make much sense. I hope you have enjoyed the 5 previous chapters and especially this one. ********************* It was a month since Lisa went to France to stay with Andre. She knew that I would be waiting for her at the airport. As soon a...
"What's good, people, I'm Mr. BWC, and I got one hell of a story for you," says I, and I know I've got your immediate attention, ladies and gentlemen. I'm an average-looking guy, Caucasian, in my twenties, with brown hair and blue eyes. I live in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Government name is Brian Wilcox-Crawford, and it's quite ironic because my initials...
Lorna's Journals (Part Three) Looking back at my handwritten journal from my first real "hands on" experience with Rex Davenport makes me feel yet again that rush of electric sex power that is the very force behind Rex. I had slowly made my way home from Rex's lovely North London home. I walked for a bit and then eventually took a taxi to my place. Got co...
Let me start out with saying I am a very straight guy. I work out often and can appreciate when a work looks good and in shape, but I am in no way attracted to guys. My experience was pretty crazy and one I will never forget. I was out of town on business. Nothing new, I traveled a lot, and my girlfriend was pissing me off so traveling was not the worst thi...
For the first twenty years of Vern Anglin's life, he hated himself for being bisexual, something which had much to do with his strict Mormon upbringing. After graduating from Brigham Young University with a business administration degree, he left behind his native Utah and estranged parents and moved to distant Ontario, Canada. Over the next ten years, Vern...
I'm afraid to admit this. I don't think I should. If I do people will not think I am the sex goddess that I really am. I'm really, really good at sex but oh man, I hate anal sex! Hate it! Hate it! Hate it! Man I sound like a lame-O. I'll try to explain my disgust. First off, I hate taking a shit. I like that I can read while doing it but the actual act...
This is a story about a fictional visit to a gay bath house to spend the evening as an extreme raunch pig. This story contains descriptions of gay piss and shit (scat) play. If this isn't your thing, turn back now. * The cab driver looked in his review mirror and asked, "are you sure this is where you want to be dropped off?" We had driven into an industr...
Lauren was puttering around on her computer when the phone rang on a Friday mid-morning. Nothing incredibly important occupied her at the moment: just a favorite video game. She lunged for the handset while placing the game on 'pause'; a lock of ungainly wavy brown hair fell in her face. It was August cool in the central valley of California and there was so...