At sixteen I was far from the cute transgender slut I am today. I had never experienced a kiss or a boyfriend. No one even knew I was transgender except for me. I hid it from everyone. To other people, I was a pretty boy, a feminine, gay sixteen-year-old...
I have a limited amount of experience with BDSM, but it has become a major part of my sex life due to my wife’s interest. As previously described, porn has been an integral part of my marital sex life. Early in our marriage. my Catholic-school-educated wi...
I woke up still nude with my boyfriend lying next to me. It was still dark out as my eyes adjusted to the darkness. I felt my boyfriend's cock pressed against my back. I smiled looking at the clock. Only 5 AM. I slipped under the covers and licked his coc...
Frustrated, I searched the bedroom for my favorite vibrator, only to come up empty-handed. Convinced that Sir had hidden it to torment me for cumming without permission, I confronted him. "Did you take my pink vibrator?" "No." His smoldering grin made my...
I have loved Las Vegas since my first business trip there in the early eighties. I love it because of its “open-all-night” vibe, one even stronger than New York City’s (another metropolis on my love list). In addition, it was the first place where the con...
I was never the stud growing up. Yes, I had girlfriends, lost my virginity in HS, but if half the rumors were true, I was missing out on the carnal activities my peers seemed to enjoy on a weekly basis. Fast forward to college. I came a bit more into my o...
This happened a long time ago when I was in my early twenties. I had to travel for work and ended up staying at a hotel for a week. I won't say where it was but a popular spot for travel. After a long day of work, I headed straight to the bar for a drink....
IF It is one of the minor words, but with the most significant things it can mean. If only our paths had crossed on that fateful day in London's Oxford Street, two souls yearning for the same connection, in the same place, at the same time. Alas, destiny...
This is a true story from the 1980's. Meeting Jane at a wedding recently brought back memories. Back then, I was lucky enough to be seduced by our babysitter. Jane was a beautiful, wavy-haired blond with big breasts, and she was just eighteen years old. T...
It was the summer after my sophomore year in college. I was visiting my college roommate Lisa at her mom's house in Northern Virginia. I had gone to her house many times over the summer, but this weekend Lisa's mom was out of town so we would have her hou...
Having bumped into Jane at a big wedding, we secretly decided to meet for coffee away from our partners. Now we have mobile phones, so making arrangements and chatting are much easier than in the 1980's. We arranged to meet away from the towns where eithe...
I have the perfect man. He is many things to many people: husband, father, grandpa, boss, friend, and mentor. But at the end of the day, he takes on his greatest role—my lover and best friend. His focus becomes my body and the pleasures he can bestow upon...
"If you guess the title of this song, I'll eat your pussy every day for two years straight," Sir says as some old rock music plays on the radio. I try to figure it out from the lyrics. It's impossible, so I give up after three failed attempts. "It's time...
Even as we lie under the shade of an umbrella, heat rises from our bodies. You tease a nipple with ice from your Margarita, watching me shiver as it melts between my voluptuous breasts. Fingers flutter along my inner thighs, eliciting moans of pleasure. W...