The first thing she told me when her family moved into the house across the street was that she was trans. She marched over wearing an absurd, pink tracksuit just as I was taking out the trash. It almost sounded like a confession or even that she was a little angry the way she just blurted it out. But that was it though. She didn't give me time to say anything. She didn't even tell me her name. The strange, black-haired g...

Initially, I wasn’t on schedule for today, but since I was a manager now, I had to come in for paperwork and to fill in for Katie, who was officially the General Manager. I dropped Noah off at Sadie’s place. Out of all my bandmates, she was the most responsible one. The theater was calmer today, and along with Lewis, Mack, another manager, was also on staff. “Congrats on the promotion,” Mack said when I walked into the ma...

The rain pounded the tent as the front door unzipped and zipped. “Oh my goodness, I am so thankful you guys have a jumbo size tent,” said Brie. “We’re especially thankful to be in a DRY tent,” said her husband, Trevor. Pete and Holly had gone camping with their best friends at a remote part of a scenic state park. It was a rainy night, and with a gust of wind, one of the tent poles ripped a gash in the top of Trevor and B...

Katie The next morning, the sun was already blazing high, casting a shimmering glow over the villa’s pool. I stood by the water’s edge, letting the cool spray from the fountain mist my skin. My mind was still buzzing from the night before, that subtle thrill of flirtation that had hung between all of us like an unspoken secret followed by the near frenzied love-making with Jack. I glanced over at Mark, who was lounging on...

I had always been attracted to my wife's best friend, Kelly. Kelly was 5”4, curvy with black hair that came down to just above her large chest. She had an array of tattoos that leant into her overall goth look. Her figure was great; she had curves in all the right places. Her ass was well-rounded and she often wore tight clothing to show it off. Kelly was my wife’s best friend, and along with her husband, Tom, we’d spend...

Natasha and I have been friends for years, good friends, but in a strictly plutonic way. We talk about anything and everything, but not sex simply because while she is divorced and singled, I am divorced and remarried. Though I am remarried, my wife and I live in separate states. A product of travelling years ago with my Tinder profile active. My relationship with my wife works. We have a happy marriage, albeit one based...

I ambled into the bathroom bleary-eyed and fumbled with the sink faucet. I rubbed cold water into my eyes and prepared myself for a much-needed day off. I sighed deeply and considered what PC game I was going to play first. "Yeah you gotta see this fucking thing..." My thoughts were interrupted by muffled conversation trickling from my sister's room. "...I don't know where he got it..." Our bedrooms were connected by a ne...

The morning arrives and as I awake, I realize we are lying nude together from our epic night before. A smile comes to my face as I'm glancing over, remembering the hot time we had last night. I start thinking about how I'd like to start the day off right for my good friend. I can see Tom lying on his back, his plump morning woody pointing up along his treasure trail towards his furry navel. The nice pink head of his cock...

The sounds of my moans escaped my mouth, and I bit my lip quickly to try and avoid making more noise. His fingers pressed the spot that he knew I liked gently but firmly. I arched my lower back as his mouth nibbled at my nipple. "Mmm," I moaned again. He moved his other hand up to the side of my head, pushing my hair out of my face. His thumb traced the outline of my jaw as he pulled himself up. I could feel his erection...

I have been thinking about trying a walk on the wild side for quite some time now. These thoughts started after I was almost seduced into having oral by an older guy when in my late teens. I remember his large uncut cock and big low-hanging balls like it was yesterday. I never ended up doing anything but that encounter left an impression on my young mind and contributed to who I am today. I still remember the fifty-someth...

My holiday weekend was planned a month ago. Memorial Day is always difficult for me. I lost my only child in Iraq, killed in action. I can’t believe it has been fifteen years since he was taken from me. My lifelong best friend knows this is a dark time for me and she invited me to join her for the weekend. I traveled to New York knowing I was in for several nights of debauchery. Betsy and I met in the second grade and we...