A long and eventful Christmas Eve party with her new colleagues at the day spa left Katie with a fitful night’s sleep, her mind buzzing with a mixture of excitement and unsettling temptation. Raised in a strict, religious household, Katie had always steered clear of behavior deemed promiscuous, feeling a strong sense of guilt and discomfort at the mere thought. In the past, having only gone as far as making out with her f...

Ada picked up her phone again, wondering if she should call Femi and ask him where he was. He was beginning to take too long. Had he gotten cold feet? A small part of her wished he had gotten cold feet so that everything will not happen again. But then, the rest of her prayed he did not. That it was all only a delay so that everything will surely happen. Letting out a deep breath, she scrolled through her phone and pulled...

I first saw Brad when he happened to be walking beside me in our high school hallway. He was by far the cutest guy in our high school. I was a sixteen year-old virgin teenager who daydreamed 24/7 about changing that status, as soon as possible. My Mom and my Grandma have always been proud sluts, I looked up to them both, and I couldn't wait to be just like them. When I looked Brad up and down from head to foot and back up...

Dear John Round, pink bubble gum: hard and then going soft in your mouth. Can of Coke: like a stout and short cock, yet fizzing inside with delight. A rhubarb stick: a cock curved and angry, ready to make my face grimace with pain. Avocado: a pussy that has been pounded and the inside has hardened to stop entry. Cherries: describing the loss of virginity. These are the things that I think about in the morning when I wake...

Standing at the front door of the clapboard house, I lifted my hand to knock. Before I could, the door swung open, and a woman peered out at me, her expression wary. "Hello!" I said in my most cheerful voice. Though it was mid-March, the afternoon held a damp chill that threatened rain. I was dressed in a button-down shirt and cords (no jeans! the youth pastor had said), but my teeth had already started to chatter, and I...

It was four days ago, since I had fucked my stepdaughter Jenny. I hadn't seen her since. But I was sure she hadn't told my wife about what had happened, or I would have been homeless by now. It was late afternoon, I was home alone watching some sport on the tv after a long day at work. My stepdaughter came home with her best friend Becky. Jenny and Becky have been friends for years. So Becky was almost one of the family....

Ryan has been working there for almost two months now and loving it. He is pretty much dressed all the time now. He’s always wearing panties and a bra, so much so that he has moved his guy stuff to a box in the closet. For work, he has even started applying a little makeup that he learned to apply from online videos. While home, he is in either leggings or shorts and a soft tee shirt. He has thought about how the bra feel...

Andi stood before the mirror in the secret bedroom of her condo, the soft light of the spring Saturday afternoon caressing his slender body. His emerald eyes searched his reflection, seeing joy tinged with sadness. On the bed lay a pile of lacy garments and silky stockings, not his usual male attire. The urge to dress as Anastasia was always strong, but today it was pulling him into herself. The first step was always a ba...

For as long as my memory serves me, I’ve had a powerful desire to look and feel feminine. Despite being all boy, my challenge in exploring and fulfilling my desires would be quite a test in an often-intolerant world. My reality was that I had to choose to pursue these strong, mysterious desires in secret. I knew I had to balance familial and societal realities. I knew that friends and family would find my fetish like desi...

That Friday night started like any other, with the two of us stumbling back from a party, the alcohol warm in our veins. Jake and I had always been on equal footing—same height, same build. I’d even wondered once, fleetingly, who’d win if we ever went at it. It wasn’t like Jake intimidated me. In fact, I figured I had the edge. Maybe because I trained harder, or just because I liked to think I wouldn’t back down. But that...