I was well past the "experimental" part of life when I learned how sensitive my nipples are. I had been married several times. My daughters from my second marriage were grown and in college. So one would think that I had pretty well reached fulfillment as far as general thrills (and sexual thrills in particular) went. Nevertheless, when I met Cindie I found...
Ch 2: The Training Begins Now, if you think that these 5 beautiful, hermaphroditic women have trained me, you are dead wrong. Up until now I have simply been led by my rather hard cock in the direction they wanted to lead me. Only my extreme lust, whether fed by sex magick or not, has lead me to my current state. My training is about to begin. With 5 of...
This story is a graphic tale of a Dom and his very submissive transgendered males. If you are offended by tales of BDSM and sex between consenting adults then read no further ......... other wise enjoy It is best if read with previous chapters. Feel free to leave honest comments or suggestions, it really does encourage those of us who write to continue......
I talked you into going with me to the tattoo shop so you could watch me get inked and decide if it was something you wanted to do. We walked in, and you seemed somewhat surprised at how clean and bright the shop was, and that the employees weren't the dirty grungy lowlifes you expected. I talked to the tattoo artist who would be doing my ink while you look...
Acknowledgements: oldnakeddad, editor * I'm getting off of the bus in Ninh Hoa, a rural town one hour north of Nha Trang, in Vietnam. It's been forty-eight hours since I'd boarded my flight out of Calgary. Exhaustion isn't the worst part...my skin is soaking in sweat and I need to get out of my clothes. How can the locals be wearing jeans? I look for my h...
Please check out Laura the Canvas parts 1 & 2 before reading this! ***** Laura had always been a bit of a lone wolf. Her parents had gone to prison when she was 16 for tax fraud and money laundering, and she had become an emancipated minor having no other family to turn to. So much of her time since that day had been taken up with focusing on work and scho...
This story was written for Mistress A by Her obedient one ********* I hear a knocking at the door; I look at the clock she is right on time. I pat her on the head and beckon her to enter. she enters on her knees; once inside the door is closed and she asks permission to stand so she can disrobe. I ask her if she is dressed in the manner that she has been i...
For at least the last two years, Master has been encouraging me to suck the cock of a stranger. i've always balked at actually attempting it. Not from any objection to the task, but from a belief that i simply couldn't do it. i had never been able to go out and pick up a guy to fuck. In college, i went through periods of being desperate to get laid, and so...
Lunch time in the refectory can be hectic. Students and staff share the same facilities, queuing for hot meals or panini's and coffee. It isn't the largest room in the college so, the tables and chairs can become precious, especially when they are pulled out of their serried ranks into group patterns so friends can socialise while they eat. Today was just l...
Continued from part one, When Dave met Sally * * * * * The next three weeks were hard, the swelling was huge, I could hardly open my eyes, my mouth wanted to crack, and every time I tried to smile I could feel my whole face start to pull against the scabbed flesh. I had to try and keep my newly coloured skin moistened, My lips cracked at the hint of a smil...