I never really had a green thumb but as I look across my freshly trimmed hedges and the mosaic of bright flowers, I feel a sense of pride. My garden is beautiful and it frames my sweet little house perfectly. The air is warm but the breeze feels nice against the sweat on my arms and face. I smile and breathe in deeply, expecting to enjoy the scent of lavender, the newest addition to my flowerbed. Instead, I’m greeted by a...

It’s okay to want your dick sucked It's okay to want your dick It's okay to need your dick sucked It's okay to need your dick. Can you see your dick in your mind How it feels to hold it, and say that’s mine? Yes, go ahead stare at it, touch it, stroke it. Do you feel that? Yes, that’s called euphoria. It's okay to cry Please cry for me, you big brave boy Please cry for me, you smol strong soul. Everything you are, let it...

"I swear, if I see another dang Deadpool, I'm chucking him into the sea." The four of us all gave a hearty, exhausted chuckle as we crashed bodily into the hotel room. It was day three of the Emerald City Comic-Con, and our group, myself, my husband, and our friends Felix and Zach, had spent the past seventy-two hours sharing a table in Artists' Alley. I didn't mind the Deadpool cosplayers, personally, though they did hav...

Jack and I are easy together. We make sense: neighbors to friends to lovers, Jack and Benji, married by twenty-five. He's tall and lean, with soft blond hair and steady hands around my waist. In our younger days, he made me feel like one of the boys before I was one of the boys, even if he had to take a beating for me. He held me as I recovered from top surgery, fetched me water and yogurt and painkillers, and massaged he...

We had often spoken about how you sometimes wished you had a penis. You had started putting a pair of socks in your underwear and it did indeed give you a nice bulge, which I had told you. Then you found a packer online and started using that instead when you felt like it. We were sitting in my living room and were both in a silly mood when I said you had a nice bulge in your pants. You giggled. Then you opened your short...

“Sorry, lads, duty calls,” Danny said, flashing his cheeky grin and swinging a small backpack over his shoulders. “Those arses aren't going to fuck themselves!” “They might just fuck each other,” I pointed out. This ridiculous banter had been going on for most of the trip from Birmingham to our campsite in the Lake District. It was exhausting, but I found it impossible to stop with Danny. He always seemed to bring out the...

A Day to Himself #2 (No More a Virgin.) In the shower, Jack jerked himself off once more, slowly and sensually at first but with an increasing passion until he felt his legs starting to shake and he had to sit down on the tiled floor of the shower. Like they had over the last two nights when he'd been jerking off Jack's thoughts and fantasies now went to Sophia, Jackie's older sister, which meant she was his older sister...

That first morning when Jack became a significant part of Jackie, he kept stroking that cock in front of the mirror until the sun shone in through the bedroom window and he heard stirrings from the room behind that mirror. It was Sophia, Jackie's sister, getting out of bed. He could hear her moving about in her room for a little while, probably laying out the clothes she would wear that Saturday and then he heard her door...

It was an early Saturday morning in mid-July two days after her sweet sixteen when Jackie stood in front of the full-body mirror in her room and looked at her naked body. She was running her hands over it, cupping her small but firm breasts, giving the bright pink nipples a pinch and a twist, causing herself to moan. She was tall and slender without any particularly feminine form. Her hips were narrow and gave her a strai...

I’m waiting patiently outside the nice hotel room for him to answer the door. I was told he is tall, white, with black hair and soft eyes. That was the customer’s exact description. I’ve never had a client who described his eyes as soft, so I am definitely intrigued. My boss told me that this is a new client and that he’s never been with an escort. That is why he recommended me since apparently I am the sweetest and most...

Let me start by saying, I am FTM trans. This story is based on my body. Post op top and pre-op bottom. If you don't like the way I refer to my body parts then don't read it. If you don't know what an FTM is, you should look it up before reading this story. Thanks and I hope you enjoy. I can feel the heat and the throbbing of my clit as it starts to swell. It's getting wet. I'm horny again. That's nothing new, I'm always h...

The first part of the plan was some specific definitions. Since I was the lead designer, I said that MY basement was going to be for human sexual pleasure sans pain. It was going to be for women to fuck men. Yes, I wanted men to learn and   enjoy the same pleasures I was enjoying. I wanted men to know the pleasure of their sphincter and their Prostate. I wanted men to understand what they were missing. Each station would...