NOTE: I would like you to know that English is not my native language. I hope you can understand my writing, despite any misspellings or bad grammar. Thank you. Is just wonderful read all the stories here on this website, so I decided to write more and give you my little contribution. This is part of a series of stories related to my life, they are written based on my personal diary, of course the names of the characters has been changed. Finally but not less important, I own all the rights of this short stories, any reproduction, rewriting or posting outside this site should have my written permission to do it. thank you all for reading (^-^) Here we go: I am transgender Male to Female, if you want to know about my first experiences going out on ... Read More»

To most people I appear shy in public, although friendly and caring. What most people don't know is that hidden behind the quiet exterior is a sex addict. I can't get enough of it! Some days I cannot stop thinking about my cock. Maybe I'm not totally obsessed with it but at least twenty times a day I do think about my cock. I think about what it looks like, what it feels like between my legs, in my briefs or in my boxers. I think about even more how it feels when I get to stroke it. I have been masturbating for most of my life and for as long as I can remember I have been jacking off at least once every day if not more. Now, as a happily married guy for over 28 years I still have to admit to enjoying some of my most intense orgasms solo. I still usually do it ... Read More»

The phone jangled me out of a particularly erotic dream at 6:30 AM. I was pretty disoriented, trying to make the leap from Salma Hayek's hot tub back to my dumpy bedroom. But even in that state I knew it had to be one of two things: a family emergency or Dickie, the scheduling supervisor at work. Fortunately it was Dickie. "What do you want, Dick? It's my day off." "I need you to go cover Schaeffer's shift out at Community Hospital." "I'm sleeping, Dick." "Come on, Harris, give a guy a break. You're the sixth person I've called since Schaeffer called in. Besides, girl, I thought you could use the overtime." Dickie was right, I could use the money. I'd moved out of my ex's apartment a couple of months ago and ... Read More»

She lay awake. Unable to sleep. She felt restless. The night was warm. She lit a candle - that would help her unwind. The glow cast a warm light over the bed. She removed her t-shirt. Too warm for clothes. She looked down at her body. Her naked breasts were soft, her nipples pert. The glow from the candle danced over her pale skin. She touched her left nipple gently, rolling it between her fingertips. She smiled to herself. She ran her finger under her left breast. She enjoyed how it tickled. She clasped the breast in her hand, squeezing it, massaging it. Moving her hand down her stomach, over the soft curves. Following her hand with her eyes. Skimming over her white lacy knickers, feeling the warmth and slight dampness through the fabric. Gently pushing ... Read More»

We walked into the elevator with a crowd of other people heading to the theater on the fifth floor. You stood in front of me, and I could smell your hair. I moved my face closer, noticing your luscious bare shoulder, and neck, and had to bite my tongue to stop from sinking my teeth into your flesh. I breathed the scent of your hair in deeply, and my cock surged and began to press against my jeans hard. Everyone's eyes were glued to the numbers as we went up floor by floor, and I said to myself, 'Fuck it,' and slid my hand up over the waist band of your jeans, and slowly down towards your ass. You stiffened, and gasped—but quickly muffled it so that no one would notice. My fingers moved down into the groove of your ass, and I slid my little finger into you, and ... Read More»

Last night several things happened that were new and felt very good. One started when, after a bunch of handgasms, I was lying beside the Caveman and he let me touch his cock. Often, when he's concentrating on giving me orgasms, he keeps my hands from his penis (despite my best efforts to sneak down there). I'm slowly learning to accept this concept of uninterrupted concentration because I'm quite different. I like the sensations to be happening all over the body. I'll gladly have a penis in my hand or mouth while he's working on me. But he's a one-trick-at-a-time pony, so I usually keep my hands from the jewels until I get the all clear. And this way I get to go on his wild orgasm-giving rides if I don't distract him, so no complaints here. I go with the ... Read More»

I opened the car door for her and she caught me glancing as her dress rode up a long expanse of tan thigh. She smirked at me and I smiled. Getting caught looking at her lovely legs wasn't going to make her mad at me, in fact I think she likes that I can appreciate her physical charms without getting all stupid over them. All I know for sure is that if I really made a play for her, I would lose one of my closest friends, confidants, and partners. Plus she would probably hand me my head keeps my fantasies to myself. I watched others get a little stupid over her. Those she handled with her wicked sense of humor and rarely did anyone object. I'd also seen people get really stupid and a few of her put downs have become legendary. I'd also seen idiots get drunk and ... Read More»

Dear Master, I just can't get you off my mind. You were in my dream again... We met at a hotel, I answered the door naked. As soon as the door opened, you wrapped your arm around me and kissed me hard. Your mouth was so soft, yet strong. I could feel the electricity in your kiss. Your fingers in my hair, pulling my head back, kissing my neck. You pressed me into the wall, your body tightly against me. Your taste, your smell, your feel, everything was so vivid. Like a whirlwind we made it to the bed. You made me lay down on my stomach, you told me to close my eyes while you undressed. I obeyed. "Yes, Master." My breath heavy, my pulse racing. Gently you ran my blindfold up the back of my legs, tickling the ties up my back until you slid it over my ... Read More»

My name is Waylon Fielding and I am married to a wonderful woman, my wife Celine Fielding. I would like to say that my life is perfect, or even good, but after two years of marriage I'm pretty freaking miserable and it's all Celine's fault. Actually, it really isn't her fault; it's her Mother's, the lovely Melissa Harmon. Basically, Celine's family is the richest in our moderate sized Southern home city; she is the second of two children, both daughters. My wife and her sister have always competed for their mother's affections but it seems like recently things have all been going Celine's sister's way. Celine has always been the "smart one"; Kerry, her older sister, is the "social maven." Kerry Tatum, my sister-in-law, is a selfish, condescending, snobby ... Read More»

Even though I’ve been married for what feels like my whole life, I have always—well, since college—had an active gay love life. Working in Manhattan has allowed me every kind of temptation I could possibly want, right at my fingertips. My job as a lawyer earns me the salary to pay for my every whim. And lately, all of my whims have brought me to a little bar on Seventh Avenue where a lot of young jocks hang out. I stopped into the place quite unexpectedly one day when all I wanted was a stiff drink, and I looked up and saw the sign swinging in the wind. I entered the establishment and first noticed the hot Latin bartender behind the bar. He was pouring whiskey over ice and his dark eyes came up to meet mine. They lingered on me for a while. Then he leaned his ... Read More»

Suddenly, at the end of a hard week, I was near her home again. We agreed that I would come for lunch. She would leave the garage doors would be open. I would drive straight in. These were automatic, so they would close behind me. I would be trapped! As I neared her home the sense of anticipation gave me a huge erection. I swept up the drive, round the side of the house, across the cobbles, and into the open doors of the garage. It was like entering a womb……. The doors closed behind me, I left my car, went through the side door. I entered the kitchen. She was standing to the side of the sink preparing food; she did not turn as I walked quietly in. She simply continued her preparation. She was wearing another full skirt, with matching top. It looked ... Read More»

We all want Elaine. Elaine is a gorgeous woman; she has a stunningly sexy body, a beautiful face, and a fun, outgoing personality. Elaine also has a husband. We are all friends with her husband. It's a pretty open secret that we all want Elaine. It has led to some good-natured ribbing whenever we are all together like on the golf course or at the bars on guys' night. To his credit, Elaine's husband never seems to be bothered whenever her name comes up in conversation. To our credit, though, we never get too graphic about our thoughts about Elaine. I have a special affinity for Elaine. First, she's Filipino, and I love Asian women. Asian women seem to always have petite bodies and smooth, sexy skin. Second, she has the most amazing pair of legs you will ever ... Read More»

Jim had known growing up that he enjoyed bi-sexuality. But he had never found a man attractive the way women were to him. For example, he never found himself wanting to kiss a man, but he liked holding a hard cock as much as he enjoyed touching a wet pussy. He really enjoyed sucking a dick as much as he loved licking a hot hard clit. After moving to a new city, lonely and horny became two conditions he would do almost anything to change. That's when he found himself perusing the "personal services" section of a local "semi-underground" newspaper, looking for a pro to help him out. Thing was, there were only a couple women who looked appealing, but they wanted more than he could go. Looking deeper into the paper he saw many listings for Transsexuals. He saw ... Read More»

Intro Jodi popped awake and rolled over to look at the clock. 5:30 a.m. Way too early to get up. Unfortunately she was far too excited to go back to sleep. She looked over at Dan, who was snoring softly. Jodi briefly entertained the idea of waking him up with a nice long blowjob, but she figured she would let him get his rest. “He’s gonna need it tonight!” Jodi thought to herself as she quietly got out of bed and made her way to the bathroom with thoughts of the evening dancing wickedly in her mind. Several hours and a few temper tantrums from her children later, Jodi was still imagining what was going to happen that evening. She’d been waiting for months to see them again. To see her again. Feeling her naked body and licking her all over. “What are you ... Read More»

Regular readers know this. You who are new to me don't. But these stories are mostly true. The story and what happened and how I felt is true. The dialog is how I remember it, but you and I both know that memory is faulty when it comes to dialog. My name really IS Charlotte and Paul's name really is Paul and yes, we really live in the Richmond, Virginia area. Most of the time, the names of anyone else has been changed but in Leighton's case, I've used her real name and town because, well, she asked me too. Leighton, you see, is a fan. I don't now why it never really occurred to me before her that I had fans. I have, after all, written a few stories and put them "out there" for you and others to read. As close as I can tell, a few thousand people have read ... Read More»