Author's note to the reader: The objective writing this story was to capture a really seedy and sordid encounter involving a few men and a transsexual prostitute. The story is sexual in theme and could be considered erotic by some, but it's also pretty dark and bleak. You have been warned... I wasn't sure I remembered the last time I had seen Crystal stra...
A sincere thank you to all those who took the time to read my first story, "Summer 1970". The favorable response was both unexpected and greatly appreciated. Special thanks to those who were kind enough to comment both publicly and privately. Encouraged by the response, the story continues... Part one of two Fall 1970. Freshman year of college is underwa...
Back in the real world, Gwen had pulled away from Kona. Both were panting now, the redhead's face flushed with arousal and her cock now fully hard at its monstrous three foot length. Allie was staring at it, the cantaloupe sized head almost level with her eyes. Gwen leaned back in and kissed Kona with all the hunger of a starved woman, while her cock twitche...
Nadia looked up and down the street in awe. She'd been to the city before, plenty of times. But she'd never been to Christopher Street. Rainbow flags hung from windows; shops such as 'The Village Delight' lined the avenue. She was truly star struck. Susan pulled her along, her 'girlfriend of the day.' They'd had interludes before. Susan would grasp her brea...
*Knock Knock Knock* Sounded on the quiet suburban street as the young man shifted his heavy bags from his shoulder and onto the front balcony. Walking up the few steps to the pristine, white house in the richer neighbourhood had been a bit of a task for the knocker as despite playing football (soccer to you disgraceful americans) making him toned and fit, it...
It was the weekend after our third desert trip with Ned and we were preparing for our first threesome with him. Billie put her arms around me and softly murmured; "It's been awhile since we've done anything like this and I'm almost as nervous as I was when I went to my best friend's house to fuck her husband." I pulled her to me and asked, "Why are you nerv...
Dirty Love Memories Author's Note: I want to thank the talented and gorgeous Skye_sub for co-writing and editing this story with me. It is because of her this was brought to life. If you have not read her work, you really need to do so. She is an amazing writer. I love you KYT. In a much needed moment alone, Bob was sipping a beer, seated by his in-ground...
Hello again, this is the final instalment of the Marblehead Max trilogy. If you haven’t read the first parts, I urge you to do so. Also I’d welcome feedback of any kind, positive/negative or indifferent. Please don’t forget to vote, but above all ENJOY. By the way, in response to a couple of queries, Marblehead is English slang for an uncontrollable erecti...
INTRODUCTION, DISCLAIMER & TRIGGER WARNING - At her Virginia Beach high school in early 2001, 18-year-old theatre kid Janelle Jepson is a real drama queen, her head in the clouds as she dreams of becoming a famous cinema, TV or theatre actress. Young Janelle often appears on the verge of breaking into song when she gets over-excited, but she does have a secr...
Friday, 7:30 PM to Saturday 9:30 AM. I am retired but still quite active: I actually lost thirty pounds after I quit working; most people gain a few. I am fit, healthy, sexually excitable and sexually exciting. The last part is true, especially after what happened four days ago. As I write this, my husband is out on a manufactured journey. Manufactured or...