Rachel called me Thursday night. “Hey, wanna go clubbing again this weekend?” I had met Rachel the previous weekend at a very wild gay/bi/lesbian club. We’d enjoyed ourselves there, and at my place the next day. She lived almost two hours away, but already we were talking about sharing a place. Oh, by the way, I’m Cynthia, or Cyn to my friends. Dorky software engineer by day, on nights and weekends I transform magically i...

Perfect Club, No.1 I first heard about it from a former girlfriend, Donny. Last year she’d moved on from me to some dainty femme thing a half foot shorter and a whole person thinner. I wondered what it was about me and butches. Natasha, another butch, had done the same a year before that. “How’s the love life, Cyn?” Donny asked as we shared a table at Starbucks. I sighed. “Sad, Donny. I spend my nights with internet porn....

After that first oral orgy, all three of us became much friendlier. We’d tease each other in sexy ways, like drifting a finger over a shoulder, striking sexy poses for each other, or sitting around naked with hard nipples and red, glistening pussies. It was a constant tease, a kind of test to see who would break down first. Usually we just all broke down together and watched each other masturbate. We turned the spare bedr...

I became a sex addict in college. By that I mean a total fuck-crazed, gotta-have-it with someone every day. This wasn’t hard, since I was (and still am) 5’9”, only 135 lbs, yet nicely filling a 36C. I learned about sex in high school. Alas, a big family, small house and controlling parents limited my love life. I did learn that cocks were fun, but girls were better lovers. I fell hard for Betty senior year, but she dumped...