Its lots of fun to wife/husband swap. As long as you don't get left out in the cold, that is. Maybe this is a tale of woe - maybe this is a tale of liberation - maybe it is simply a tale of pure sex. You decide. Liz, Tim and I (Judy) had been friends since high school. We lost touch for a few years because we went to different colleges and had holiday sche...
So, it's about a million degrees in my apartment and I'm sweating like Marlon Brando in "Apocalypse Now." I have the concierge's rancid, unwashed schlong in my mouth and his big perspiration-soaked beer gut banging against my forehead each time I thrust down onto his uncircumcised pant-turd. My tits are as red as springtime roses because he likes to slap at...
The night was just about over; the bartender had announced last call five minutes ago and most of Phil's friends had left. He and two of his friends, a married couple were finishing up their last drinks. They were accustomed to Phil sticking it out through the end of the night with them, often finding a way to link up with an old girlfriend who would drive h...
Steve and Sandra had been co-workers for several years now at McPherson Technologies. Sandra was head of accounting, while Steve was head of operations. They were friends who had lunch occasionally and could joke around with each other. On more than one occasion they had been know to play practical jokes on each other just to keep their spirits up. Once Stev...
Men are so funny. All that macho and bravado and arrogance, it's a wonder they can accomplish anything. I don't know why they can never admit when they are wrong. If Jesse hadn't been so intent on proving his manhood, he would have never even dared to challenge me on my knowledge of Stevie Wonder. Come on now, e'rybody with breath in their lungs should ackno...
We called him The Mouth. He was unattractive, tall and lanky and weak, with pale, noodly arms and knobby knees and ice-pick elbows. His face was splotchy with acne scars and patchy in places the razor missed, and his eyes were a flat, periwinkle blue, made more dull and lifeless by the thick-lensed glasses he wore. I remember when he'd tried contacts for a...
Note: I make no claims as to the validity or truthfulness of the story contained herein. Consider it a work of fiction, for entertainment purposes only. The author, Denise D. accepts no responsibility for interpretation of the events described herein as fact. I was shopping on 5th avenue in NYC last fall. It was a gorgeous day - perfect New York weather. I...
Alice, engrossed in her novel, saw a glimmer of gold out of the corner of her eye. She lowered her book to see a small, ornate box sitting on the coffee table in front of her. Her husband, Jacques, was just moving his hand away. "What's this?" she asked, looking up at him with big, blue eyes. Jacques smiled and took a seat beside her on the couch. "It's fo...
So far, the medieval festival had been boring. The typical things were in evidence: Overpriced souvenirs and food, fops in bad accents cavorting about and nothing new added to the shows across the sprawling fields and glades that made up the festival. Kara was getting tired and her friend Laurie was also starting to sag. Kara would have preferred to stay hom...
I would like to share my latest cross-dressing experience. Like many cross-dressers, I dress up part-time. I am married and my wife does not know of my fetish of warning woman clothing. My dressing need stems from my enjoyment to the attention I received from admires. I am new at this cross-dressing having only started dressing five years ago. Many cross-dre...