Amelia took a seat on an almost deserted train, she looked around her. There was a couple a few seats away, too deep within each others mouths to notice her. A man with his head stuck in a paper across the aisle from her and a woman looking into a compact mirror tidying her hair a few seats in front of her. She tried to decide who her next victim would be. W...
Chapter 1 It was seemingly just another boring night for Kevin Richards as he, his friend and his friend's sister, Christine, drank and watched football with about 15 of their friends. The most exciting thing about the evening for Kevin was that he got to stare at Christine's sexy legs, shown off because she was wearing only a football jersey and a tight p...
We chatted back and forth online and through email. Then we decided we would meet at the little coffee shop. I was very close to where I live. Then drive to the Fort Bragg and spend a nice day at the beach. I surprised you by have a nice picnic basket, and a banket to sit on. On the way we were getting hot you grabbing little feels with your hand feeling the...
This is a true story about my second meeting with another man. I met "P" on a website for cross dressers and we had exchanged e-mails for a few weeks before we arranged a meeting, the wife works most weekends so the only time I could meet was either a Saturday or Sunday. The only trouble was that P worked as a decorator weekends and was doing some work...
Sara stared in the mirror at her breasts. She squeezed them. Hard. She did not care if the damned things bruised. Hell, she wanted nothing more than to cut the fuckers off. But what would that accomplish? Really? He would still be a woman. It was not fair. For as long as he could remember Steve as he thought of himself had felt like a boy...a man. All of t...
It's late, I'm not sure exactly what the time is, but I know that it feels like forever since you left me kneeling in the corner. It seems like you have been gone forever. I don't know where you went, only that you told me you would be coming back with a surprise. I hear the door open and footsteps approach me. I smell alcohol and the underlying scent of...
I was very young when my mother left.. Very young.. in fact, I bareley knew her when she and my Dad divorced. Well, my Dad got married again, to a woman much younger than he.. about 10 years younger. She was, and still is a very beautiful woman.. with sandy-brown hair, hazel eyes, and a body like that of an arobics instructor. That's what caught my Dad'...
This is a new story which I've just written and shared elsewhere too. I hope you enjoy it. In common with many of my stories, it features bodily functions and if that's not your thing you may prefer to give it a miss. Please note that my stories are meant to entertain and titillate, not offend - I say this with particular reference to any Bostonian readers...
"That was fun!" Pixie squealed after she had finished licking and tonguing my dirty asshole. "Can I have some more?" "Only if you're a good girl and do everything I tell you to," I let her know. "Now, before I pop your butthole cherry, we're going to do a little warm-up exercise, and I mean very, very warm. But, first, you need to get on your knees and open...
My mother's friend Sandy was always over at our house. Don't get me wrong, I loved looking at Sandy's chest whenever she was around. The problem was that she would treat me like a little kid. She would always call me her 'big man.' I couldn't tell if she was trying to tease me or if she was trying to make a pass at me. I was nineteen at the time and I knew I...