Le rêve est mort. L'écriture était ma passion, mais cela n'a jamais servi à rien. La réalité a une mauvaise façon de vous rattraper, déchiquetant vos désirs dans son sillage. Ce cycle d'épargne et de vie de ces économies s'est progressivement révélé intenable et maintenant, à vingt-cinq ans, j'ai... read more
Cela a commencé comme une blague. Bob avait entendu parler des soirées lingerie qui se déroulaient dans le quartier, une sorte de version lingerie d'une soirée Tupperware. Sa femme, Jean, une très belle femme d'une trentaine d'années, avait participé à plusieurs avec les autres femmes qu... read more
You’re only wearing a coat, I find a place where, I can kiss you then slide my hand between the flaps of your coat. I expose your breasts and slide my hand down across your tummy down to your pussy. My fingers start to explore your soft bush, working there way to your soft pink lips surrounding your... read more
Bei mir war es ein reiner Sex Abend, nach kurzer Begrüßung und auch 1 Std quatschen habe ich mein Zofen Outfit angezogen, dazu musste ich Armmanschetten und ein Halsband anlegen und die Clit habe ich in einen Käfig gesperrt. Den Schlüssel habe ich dann meinen Master gegeben. Danach ging es in Garte... read more
In ufficio sono abitualmente usata da mio capo, ogni volta che ha voglia viene da me o mi chiama nel suo ufficio e mi usa per svuotare le sue palle, oggi arriva accompagnato da un biondona CIAO HELENA buongiorno LEI E’ MIA MOGLIE senza che io possa rispondere mi alza la gonna e le mostra la ... read more
Such a beautiful neighbourhood. Two rows of well kept houses line each side of the street, each accompanied by a tree on their nature strip which combine to create something of a natural arch across the road. The street is home to families and young professionals so the neighbourhood is generally qu... read more
Meine erste Geschichte, auch so erlebt. Sie kommt hoffentlich gut an. Erlebt habe ich das in München, da gab es in der Schillerstraße noch ein rustikales Kino im Keller. Zu dem Zeitpunkt war ich Wochenendpendler und meist bin ich sonntags, bevor ich mich mit der Bahn auf die lange Strecke nach ... read more
Hi, der Fick-Trainings-Tag rückt näher ! Mir juckt schon der Arsch ! Das letzte Training war vor einer Woche und ich hab jeden Tag mit Freuden daran gedacht. Ich träume vom Schwanz lutschen ! Ich werde ganz wuschig und geil wenn ich an die feinen steifen Schwänze denke, die sich mir entgegenstrecken... read more
As a 14 year old boy, I was the classic adolescent; playing sports for my junior high and chasing girls. One day during track practice, I was talking to a teammate in the gym. There was a particularly small, slender, pale white boy trying to become a pole vaulter. The team’s best pole vaulter was a ... read more
(storia di fantasia) Io e la mia amica Giorgia siamo due traveste molto effemminate, curiamo molto i nostri corpi e appariamo come femminucce sotto ogni aspetto ad eccezione delle nostre cazzette che sono praticamente sempre passive. Siamo ninfomani e completamente arse dal desiderio del sesso. Ci ... read more
Lover's Delight Ebony was a delight for Brian… and Lovers Delight is what the guys called Ebony down at the local. She was a hot babe that everyone wanted but Brian was the one she chose as her full time lover and friend. She knew how to please him and he knew how to tease her and what ... read more
As I think about the way I feel when I dress in women’s clothes. I become agitated with myself. I can’t stop. I couldn’t stop even if I wanted to, it is an addiction. The physi cal and mental transformation that I go through is ex... read more
A story by MicheleNylons ( Continued adventures of a cross-dressed prison prostitute. ) I lay there stunned, how had I miscalculated my effect on the Warden? The one man who could guarantee a transfer from this shit-hole; fuck!!!! The cravings of male sexual hunger within the confines of the ... read more
I love to write Erotica. For story requests please send me a private message or email noirenoire10@gmail.com Enjoy! I couldn’t move. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t move. The restraints didn’t give in any direction. The more I fought the more pain I was in. My safe word (wasabi) ... read more
I love to write Erotica. For story requests please send me a private message or email noirenoire10@gmail.com Thank you. Now Enjoy! COVID had shook up my world pretty bad. Furloughed from my day job, I had to make ends meet. I started doing food delivery for the local ride share company... read more
"Can you wear a dress tonight?" "I can't crossdress in public, I'm not 'out' and don't want to be seen that way." "That's okay. We're going to a gay-only club that has a drag queen show tonight, so you'd fit right in." "Cool, but I'll have to change when we get there." "Awesome! See you tonight!... read more
I'm a straight, married guy in my 30's, at least that how I appear to everyone that knows me. I have an intense obsession with Trans women that I have been indulging since I was a teenager. Over the years this fixation has grown into something that ranged from watching porn initially, to having my a... read more
My divorce was hitting me really hard. My wife outgrew our relationship and started living her own life and I had a front row seat to everything. My heart and life was upside down. I didn’t go out anymore. Friends and family both told me it was time to get my life back on track and start living ... read more
XtinaSmith2017 Cody bit his lip as he looked over towards the shop, a little anxious about their planned endeavor but not wanting to come off as uncool to his friends, "Are you sure this is a good idea?" he asked. His friends grinned and laughed, playfully nudging him as they made their way ... read more
Le rêve est mort. L'écriture était ma passion, mais cela n'a jamais servi à rien. La réalité a une mauvaise façon de vous rattraper, déchiquetant vos désirs dans son sillage. Ce cycle d'épargne et de vie de ces économies s'est progressivement révélé intenable et maintenant, à ving... read more
