Interlude (It didn't even start, and it's already nonsense) Okay guys, before I start to tell you this story, I have to make sure you are prepared. This one is really weird, and it doesn´t make any sense at all. It's stupid and ugly and wears a pink tutu for some reason. And the fact that I can´t explain to you why is the fucking point. I, for example, and I...
There were a few gray clouds left while the sunset started turning into a blue and then black sky. It is dark now with a few sprinkles of rain here and there and the birds that were singing during sunset are now completely silent. I think about what to wear to dinner tonight. I want something sexy and cute for my crush in a few hours. I pick out a black dres...
My boyfriend and I have a strange fetish. We like to dress up in costumes, then fuck our brains out. I think it's the thrill of pretending we are someone else. And pretending your partner is someone else, as well. We have done this so many times, we have it down to a science. First I give him head. He always cums too quickly for me, and this prolongs our fu...
Meeting Gustavo Monica Garza's austere, coprolite-like walls, covered with aquarelles of men in tutus and women's swimwear, are sound-proof, and Gustavo must intuit or presume this since, once inside, his voice climbs in pitch in a way it wouldn't in any other of her condo's rooms. In the little kitchen, for instance, he nearly whispered. The tutu- and wome...
Lord Roger sat sprawled on the cushions that covered the floor of the room with only his shirt on. Around him were his three closest friends and twice as many women. One was being fucked from behind while stimulating another girl's clit with her tongue and a finger running in and out of the vagina. Another of his friends was getting a blow job by two of the...
Alice is intrigued to hear more of Alex's stories about his growing interest in cross-dressing ... A few nights later, Alice and I were in bed relatively early and I took the initiative to ask if she would like to hear more of my next adventures in Joanne's underthings. She paused and coyly suggested that, to enhance my mood, I may like to "slip into someth...
My name is Anderson James Crawford. I'm a big and tall young Black man living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I presently attend Carleton University, where I'm studying Criminal Law. I originally hail from the City of Atlanta, Georgia. Yeah, there are African-Americans living in the Confederation of Canada. It does happen. I got a unique story to...
SUPERBOWL SUNDAY AT THE COLFAX INN Valentina was toying with her husband's scrotum. Normally Val wore snug but dignified cashmere sweaters, but today she was clad in a belly tee shirt and what the longshoremen at Buttermilk Pier referred to as "whore shorts". Nibs, Val's loyal and faithful husband was bound to the narrow coffee table in his back office. Hi...
Some time ago, Marlena emigrated from her native Czechoslovakia to the United States. This was before her home country divided peacefully into two separate nations. In Europe, she was a ballet dancer but she is quite a lot older now and has put on some weight so she has become a teacher of ballet. By no means is Marlena fat, and I believe she has a sexier fi...
I had known Debbie since she was a very small child, when her mother, Rachel, had moved in next door following her divorce. Over the years I had watched Debbie grow and blossom into a very attractive and poised young woman, and I have to admit that I had often fantasised about what it would be like to see her naked, especially in the summer on those rare sun...