It was my idea from the beginning and it made some money for Ralph and Mac. My reward was worth more than money (to me). Ralph, Mac, and I lived in the second-floor flat of the old Victorian building in San Francisco's seedy Tenderloin District. The first...
Some men have told me my legs are my best feature. Other guys prefer my ass. It took a while for me to accept the fact that from the waist down, viewed from the rear, I'm quite womanly. I've grown to enjoy the attention I receive from both gay and straigh...
I love sharing my gorgeous wife, Tina, with friends and strangers as much as she loves sex with the men she fucks every day and night. Tina's lush body is a man magnet and she always dresses to reveal, never to conceal. She often allows me the privilege o...
God, I'm perverted, I thought to myself. I was old enough to be the grandmother of the three teenage Latino gangsters groping my big ass while we walked up Mission St. The tight Lycra mesh dress I wore hid nothing. In fact, it probably highlighted my siss...
Years of emasculation and feminization by my ex-wife and her live-in lover, plus constant exercise and the female hormone drugs I take have paid off. Of course, I'm still a man, but a man with breasts, wider hips, and a rounder, more womanly butt. I have...
Prostitution fascinates me. My wives, Maryanne and Tina were whores at times and I've been a sissy whore myself. Before, between, and after my marriages, I knew several prostitutes and lived with a couple of them. There are all kinds of whores. The media...
The Hideaway was an old bar in Redwood City. It was located between the Mexican barrio and an industrial area of mostly small shops. The owner at the time was a friendly Latino, rumored to be a gangster of sorts.The Hideaway catered to a very diverse bunc...
My first wife, Maryanne, was a statuesque redhead of Irish descent. Maryanne was a slave to her own sexuality. At first, her many infidelities angered me. I loved her very much and in time I grew to accept her sexual escapades and even encouraged them.Dav...
Admittedly, I'm an alcoholic, though recovering now. In my early thirties my addiction to alcohol had reached its peak and I was on a slippery slide downhill. I had become a blackout drunk, unpleasant to be around, at best. Old friends shunned me and when...
Chapter 1: Eventually, the excitement of sucking strangers' cocks in the porn theaters began to pale. My needs just weren't quite satisfied by the copious amount of cum I consumed almost every night. Don't get me wrong, I still got a thrill, feeling a man...
Still, in my teens, I was hitchhiking in the California/Nevada mountains. Don't recall where I was headed at the time. I was on a very desolate two-lane road. A grizzled hard rock miner had given me a ride to what seemed like the middle of nowhere, where...
In my old age, I enjoy time traveling back to my youth. I was once young, hung and good looking. It must have been in 1959 or '60 that I set out from the San Francisco Bay area to Mexico on my old Harley Davidson motorcycle.The Harley broke down on the Sa...
The sun had set while Tina and I were having dinner at El Pescatore on the Oakland waterfront. Tina is my wife, a full-time slut and part-time whore. She's gorgeous, about the size and shape of Dolly Parton but Tina's DD breasts are 100% natural man magne...
This night started like many nights. I came home from my shop to find Tina horny, as usual. My wife is a small woman with oversize breasts, a firm well-rounded ass, and shapely legs. Tonight she's wearing her pink wig and a silver micro-mini dress. The...
It's a typical hot and humid Southern night. Electrical lightning flashes in the distance. I hope it doesn't rain and ruin my carefully coiffed big blond wig. In my stiletto heels, hot pink thigh-highs and a matching micro-mini dress, I hope to appear as...
