It had been a rare hot dry day and the evening promised to be hot as well. Toni the lovely CD I have met down here in Wales arrived as arranged just before dusk in his car to collect me and take me somewhere secluded he had found for some outdoor fun. We drove about a mile before Toni pulled over... read more
I was soooo horny. One of my ultimate fantasies was coming true; I was in her bedroom... she was supposed to be away for the weekend and I had found my way into her walk in wardrobe. I couldn't help but take my clothes off. I had then run my fingers across all of her outfits hanging up. From her ... read more
"Wow!" I told Bob. "These chicks are all drop-dead gorgeous. What's the catch? Are they all hookers?" Bob grinned and shook his head. "No, Phil" he told me, continuing to smile. "All these girls are shemales". I must have looked confused, because he expl... read more
When I lived in London back in the 80s and 90s, I would often sneak off to a porn cinema with stockings, suspenders and knickers under my suit. My wife didn’t much like sex, so this was a release for me to get away from home and have some sexy fun. Once I had found a suitable seat I would ease down ... read more
The best of both worlds Sandra Grosset climbed out of her bath, and began drying herself off with a huge fluffy bath towel. She had a big date with Greg, and she was really looking forward to it. Greg understood her, not only understood, but was very eager to fuck her. She had been spurned b... read more
After our first meeting me and Olivia became fast friends. We would go shopping, do lunch, check out a movie, pretty much the stuff that girlfriends do. It was lots of fun and most of the time we did these activities dressed up all cute or sexy. Well there was one thing that has eluded me and Olivia... read more
There is a shy knock on your door. You open it, wondering who it can be. A stranger hands you the end of a dog chain, you can see that it leads to a red strap round his neck. "I'm Jennifer, Sir" he whispers, softly & huskily. It becomes clear now - you remember the conversation on the... read more
Je savais. En regardant en arrière maintenant, je me rends compte que j'ai toujours su. Je n'ai jamais rien fait à ce sujet, jusqu'à ce que je sois prêt mentalement, émotionnellement et physiquement. Je suis né Matthew J. Smith au milieu des années 70 en Amérique centrale aux États-Unis. J'ai grandi... read more
It was the very first night of my month long North Carolina July summer vacation stay when my Aunt Meg suddenly entered the bedroom that I was temporarily sharing with my younger cousin Rudy. Being so openly effeminine in his body language,voice and looks, I had already planted such dirty thoughts ... read more
It was while cutting across his back trailer park lawn around 7pm on misty July Saturday evening, when I first discovered that Mr. Parker was really a fag. How else could you describe a man wearing a long blonde wig on his head while below he wore only a large somehow stuffed pink lacey woman's bra ... read more
Jaime n'avait jamais eu beaucoup de chance avec les filles du lycée. C'était venu et reparti, et maintenant il en profitait un l'été dernier avant de partir à l'université avec sa virginité intacte. Ce n'était pas vraiment sa faute, il n'était pas un crétin ou un crétin, c'est juste que la vie et la... read more
"Five Years Gone" "Hi, this is Maribel." Her voice was a little more throaty and lower than I had envisioned, but that along with her Spanish accent made her even more alluring. I kept running her photos through my mind while I answered: "Hey Maribel, I was hoping t... 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 vingt-cinq ans, j'ai... read more
C'était mardi soir, ce qui signifiait que Lena se préparait pour son cours d'aérobic. Bien qu'elle ne travaillait pas, elle était certainement occupée à construire et à maintenir une vie sociale et à faire en général les choses qu'elle voulait. Il n'y avait pas un jour où Lena n'avait pas fait qu... 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
Receptions are not my favourite things in the world to attend. I don't mingle and 'rub elbows' like agents and sales people do. I usually end up at the bar drinking alone, looking at all the phoney people. I am a writer, a sports column writer more specifically. The magazine that I write for is one ... read more
Jon had invited me to spend another weekend at his place with another of his friends. I always find his friends to be interesting so I accepted. Jon had given me a garage door opener and a key to his home after my first visit. He met me as I parked my car in the garage. He was wearing his usual skim... read more
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 possibly being even more open with each other about our desires. One day a ... read more
PART 1: A COURTESY CLIENT BLOWJOB Three weeks into my gig at Coxon & Dicster had been a blast. At first, a few of the girls had some reservations about me working there because I wasn't transgendered myself but I guess I won them over with my naturally cheerful personality. At least,... read more
I tried on my sister's panties when I was 12. They looked so cute, so sexy.. I couldn't help myself. I tucked my dick between my legs and pulled them over my hips, delicately positioning them just like a girl. They felt yummy! When I saw the shiny, lacy pink briefs in the mirror - snug, flat pu... read more
