I'm a well to do 56 year old professional. My home is very nice and nearly paid for. I'm not married anymore, but not by choice. My wife of 32 years, Sherry, was in the wrong place at the wrong time while riding her motorcycle out in the countryside one day. Some kids came hauling-ass out of a grove and pulled right across her path. Thankfully, she died instantly in the accident. I miss her company very much, but I'm not a lonely kind of guy. See, Sherry and I were both actively bi during our years together, and I've been a pretty busy guy of late. It started out about thirty years ago; funny now how it seems like it was just a little while ago..... In my early twenties I was what you'd call a typical college guy. Decent looking, 6' 1", 210, swimmers ... Read More»

Seeing that her friend was dying to unload, Bev grabbed a chair and pulled it close to Megan’s and sat down before asking quietly, “How long, how long has it been for you?!?” Now more in control of herself, Megan blew her nose in a tissue and then replied, “Well, about six weeks now, Jim has just lost all interest in sex, he swears he doesn’t have a girl friend, but I really wonder!!!” “Now look,” Bev pointed out softly, “has Jim ever lied to you before, I mean about anything not just sex!?!” “No, he hasn’t,” Megan answered quickly, “as far as I know he’s always been truthful with me!!!” “Now I know this a little different,” Bev replied, “”but I think you have to give him the benefit of the doubt, I mean Jim’s a good man, right!?!” “Y-yes,” Megan replied with her ... Read More»

Hi, my names Cristian, I live in a flat in Munchen, Germany. I share this flat with an old friend from high school called Markus. He's about 200cm tall, shaved blonde hair, well muscled body, nice hairy legs and perfect blue eyes. Markus is a builder, hard working and he's such a man. He's always leaving his boots and socks laying around the flat, always leaves his clothes on the bathroom floor and i've forgotten the colour of the carpet in his bedroom because its always covered in dirty clothes. i've given up picking up after his so every room in the house smells like him. to be honest, i enjoy it. It's the middle of summer, temperatures have been hovering in the low 30's and Markus's smell has strengthened with the heat. One Wednesday Markus went out for ... Read More»

I was grumpy and I had been taking it out on Matt, and I knew it. My editor was screaming for the next manuscript, and I was stuck. Had I been anyone else, I'm sure I would have been cut loose long ago. However, I had written four long novels, erotica masquerading as fiction, and I had a steady cult following. My editor was willing to cut me a little slack, but not for much longer. This had been the longest I had gone between novels, and though I constantly wrote short stories and posted them on my fan club's website, even my loyal fans were clamoring for the next release. Release. Maybe that's what I needed. I padded out from my office and glanced around the apartment. No sign of Matt. "Honey?" I called. "In here," was the response. I headed towards the ... Read More»

I’m a senior in a boy's high school and play tuba in the band. One weekend in my sophomore year our school played a team from another town and the band went there on a school bus. I made sure I set next to Tommy ‘cause I had a crush on him. About an hour into our trip I decided to make a move, and let my hand glide down to Tommie’s lap. He didn’t like it and moved my hand away. Next day the Band Master called me in and informed me that Tommy had talked to him and said he wouldn’t ride on the bus anymore if I was on it. The band leader said since I was the best tubbiest in the state he’d ask the Football coach and see if I could ride on their bus. No one at school ever found out about my move on Tommy. The whole team was already on the bus when I got on and ... Read More»

* I strip. Naked, I'm feeling horny and my sexual tension and frustration is high. My blood is pulsing throughout my body and nowhere stronger than in my cock. Acorn sized when cold and soft, three inches of decent meat when warm and soft. Pubes short but not shaved, just neat. It rises and straightens and I feel the strong cock throbbing. It fills out, blood surging throughout the veins and now it's 6 inches long and 5 inches round at the meatiest. Ok I'm not porn star sized but I'm honest. And I'm covered; that is I've a wonderful foreskin which almost covers the cockhead when I'm fully erect. Just a small circle at the tip to see my cum/piss slit and allow the creamy cum to shoot out. Lying, naked, on the bed legs wide open I cup and roll my balls, ... Read More»

The day I met Marlena changed the rest of my life and my sexual preference. It was a cold and rainy Sunday when Marlena Edwards arrived at my department store. She was the new department manager that was going to be in charge of the shoe section; which happened to be the department I worked in. At first I wasn't sure I was gonna get along with Marlena, she seemed so shy and quiet. I was loud and obnoxious, and always voiced my opinion when there was a problem. I didn't actually start to really like Marlena until she reached out for my cry for help. My fiancée had run out on me and I was trying to make the best of it. Marlena could sense I was upset about something so she took me aside. I broke down in tears "Marlena I am so sorry. My fiancée left me. I ... Read More»

He wandered the streets of the Rossebuurt, looking for her in the windows. All women seemed available to him, the voluptuary and the waif, the mistress and the slave, the housewife and the teen, but none were her. Nearly despairing, he turned down an alley, catching glimpses of forms moving past a barely-translucent frosted window. As he stopped to watch, one stopped also and stood before him. Her form was distorted by the irregularities of the glass, but he knew it was her and he called out to her. She answered his call, her voice reaching him through a crack that allowed the passage of words alone; no sight, no touch, no taste, no scent, and no sound save their words could pass through the glass. And her words wove a web of surreal lust and desire that told ... Read More»

I'm awakened from the most blissful slumber. The walls are shaking with a loud rhythmic thud. Someone's blasting their music. I look over at the clock on the nightstand; 7:30! "Who the hell blast that shit at this time?" Nothing I do drowns out the sound, then suddenly, silence. No matter, I'm up now. There's no way I can get back to sleep, but I don't want to get out of bed yet. My boyfriend, Jeff, had gone away for a week and asked me to keep an eye on his apartment. Although it's a pretty quiet building, there are always those few who have no regard for others. I'll watch some TV. I turn on the television and flip through the channels. Nothing on yet but infomercials. I have a few videos, I'll watch one of those. I get up and go to my bag in the ... Read More»

erectile dysfunction..? well, no..., not usually ... well, Doctor, I confess... I don't, really think I have that problem but I am curious, if..., uh, whether, an E-D pill could make any difference, or really, just what it might be like? In a way I dreaded this appointment. First, having to disclose to the nurse on the phone, –why- , I wanted this appointment. Then of course, imagining discussing this face to face with the young doctor, this blond, tall, sexy, beautiful, young doctor who could be, and probably is, a model. But admittedly, since my first and only appointment a year ago with her for a flu visit, I have wondered nervously but excitedly just how future visits might unfold. Today she is a bit authoritative, if not slightly intimidating. ... Read More»

Bolts of lightning flashed repeatedly throughout the night sky. The storm had been brewing all day and began to unleash its fury some time during the night. Kira awoke with a start and shivered as she pulled the queen-sized feather duvet up and under her chin. With widened eyes she looked towards her bedroom window and watched as the rain pelted hard against its pane. The wind howled and the thunder boomed as if Nature was admonishing her for her recent move to this foreboding metropolis. Kira grew up in the deep south and by the time she was in her early 20's, she'd left its sleepy little confines and moved to Detroit. Detroit was not perhaps the most glamorous of cities but it still offered night life and fantastic shopping. She had seen many ... Read More»

I was in the middle of transferring high schools. I'd visited the high school I was moving to, and I'd decided that I hated it with a burning fire. It didn't help that I was newly atheistic and that the school was a staunch no-sex-before-marriage type of Christian school. In the penultimate month I spent before transferring, I decided to do something that I knew would piss off the entire school. (Not that I planned to tell them about it.) An underlying reason was that all my friends had lost their virginity prior to turning eighteen. My eighteenth birthday was coming up, and although I claimed not to care, I did. Up to this point, all my sexual experiences had been occasional. I had never had a boyfriend. Nor did I want one. The closest I'd gotten to sex ... Read More»

As I rolled out of bed that Saturday, I noted the absence of my wife. I had a few precious days to myself since she and kids had left yesterday to visit her mom on Cape Cod The house was quiet and I was having a second cup of coffee daydreaming about the most recent sex we had had. My wife Sheila and enjoy I mutual masturbation. Sometimes we read erotic stories to each other, other times one narrates a fantasy or experience. Occasionally, one would throw out a scenario and then we would take turns building the story while pleasuring ourselves. Two nights ago, I'd asked Sheila to verbalize an experience she had with her college boyfriend David and roommate Joan. I lay next her listening, growing more and more excited as she got to the part when she and Joan ... Read More»

It wasn't that Kismet was addicted to shopping for sex toys. That wasn't it at all. She was just one of those people you could easily suggest things to. You hand her a certain toy and give her the highlights on what it could do and 9 times out of 10 she'd be walking out of the shop with bag in hand, mind filled with ideas of what was to come. The Internet just provided a whole new way for Kismet to research and shop whenever she was in the mood for an addition to the collection she kept in a small chest under her bed. These sites had product specifications, pictures and - most importantly - customer reviews. Those were her downfall. Hearing other people talk about all of the pleasure they received from their toys...Kismet couldn't get her credit card out fast ... Read More»

I will never forget the first time I met Sheyna. It made me regret the fact that I was born a girl. Well I didn't regret it afterwards, but then I am getting way ahead of myself here. 2 years ago, I was running down the streets of New York, 10 minutes late for my first job interview mad as hell and wearing the most inappropriate blouse which was the one that fell into my hand in my mad scramble. It was too low and I was wearing a green bra to top that up. My only solace was the it was a lady, I had the appointment with, so I was safe. I rushed into the reception almost knocking someone over. The receptionist, a young hottie, looked me over, her eyes going dissapprovingly to my cleavage that left nothing much to the imagination. She made me wait for almost 10 ... Read More»