When I'd arrived in town for my fifteen year high school reunion, I hadn't been expecting much of anything. Just a chance to swap some stories with some old buddies, relive some of our past glory, and maybe to make fun of anyone whose lives hadn't turned out quite the way they had planned. But my mind was still buzzing from the not so overt sexual innuendos...
Conclusion She didn't see Mr. 106 when they finally got up & went down to relax around the pool and, to her disappointment, she didn't see him at all for the next couple of days in or around the hotel. She felt deflated she hadn't seen him.She wanted to be able to look at his face and know he had enjoyed her body and it puzzled her if his facial expressions...
Friday We have been married for over 20 years now, with two kids away at University, good jobs and a nice home so everything in life seems good. We have enjoyed all sorts of swinging adventures too, ever keen to try and push the boundaries of our sexuality. We are regulars at a swingers club, had threesomes with friends and my brother, Jayne even experienci...
I shouldn't bitch. I really have nothing to bitch about. I'm just feeling a little exhausted, and rightly so. I'm burning my candle from both ends and so my dick is sore and my ass is killing me. Like my Dad always said...nah, screw my old man, he didn't know anything. I couldn't resist Elaine. The goat horns sprung from my head. I couldn't help it. Call it...
When I had left the hotel for business meetings that morning, I had instructed Kass to be in my room at 4 PM lying on the bed naked and spread eagled. I am standing outside the door ready to open it. With me is the clerk from CVS drug stores where I bought the 30 condoms for the gangbang (remember she wanted to join the party but didn't know it was a gangban...
'Will tonight be what I fear, a plaintive Pas-de-deux choreographed to the requiem for a dying marriage, danced without desire for an audience of strangers?' I wish my life could be that dramatic, that flowery, even that corny, but my journal reflects the me I want to be, crushed under the weight of the me that I am. I know my husband Joel and I love each...
Dear reader, I'm trying to learn how to put my thoughts into writing. I hope you enjoy. Copyright, Apollona Part One I pushed past my front door and sensed that all was not good and well within casa de Xendos. Two unfamiliar vehicles parked in my driveway were the first clue. The fact that the door was swinging ajar also figured into this equation. I wa...
I suppose it was me that started it all. My curiosity, that is. My husband, Brett, loves to fuck me doggy style. No matter how we start, no matter what direction the sex goes, I always end up on my hands and knees. Don't get me wrong; I love it as much as he does. The extra depth he gets with each thrust, pushing his cock further and further into me...well,...
Before you read this work, please be aware that it is a very graphic depiction of a sexual encounter. This story is intended for adults only, and should by no means be read by anyone under the age of 18 years. I love to read your comments and would enjoy hearing from you if you like this story. I even want your comments if you didn't like it, provided you a...
*Note to readers: This is a sequel to my other story "Fulfilling A Girl's Male Fantasy", also in the 'Transsexuals & Crossdressers' category.* Since our first meeting had gone so well, Jennifer and I started going out together. Other than the fact that in the bedroom I was the "man" only about half the time, it was a fairly normal relationship, apart from p...