Saturday night Danny was once again watching Lexi park her BMW in the world's tightest parking space, not far from the Transformation Club. She'd actually bypassed two wider ones, because she liked the challenge. If anything proved that Lexi was his old friend Alex, that was it.
Lexi was stunning, as usual. This time she wore a long white dress that went all the way to her ankles. It was also mostly transparent, and she had only a G-string underneath it. He'd been staring at her breasts the whole time. T...

Many of the events in this story were real, but to be honest, I certainly embellished it and added details that excite me more. And I want to apologize in advance, English is not my native language.
The gray mouse. (Part number 6)
How quickly the holidays fly by.
I knew that one more day and my studies would start again, and my aunt would arrive from a business trip tomorrow. And here's a surprise from Anya. It turned out that the day after our entertainment, Anya's niece came to visit. A beautiful...

With Robert, the park maintenance man, satisfied and headed on about the business of his day, it was time for me to finish up my coffee and make some plans for the day.
I really do like Robert's regular morning visits. The anticipation of sucking his cock and swallowing his manly loads keeps my sissy motor running. I also really like knowing that I am the gurl that is keeping him satisfied. My being the sissy gurl he relies on for a regular release makes me feel more feminine and girly than any of the se...

I apologize for the time lapse between Parts 5 and 6 of this series. I got sidetracked by another story idea and sort of forgot that I needed to finish this one until I got an email asking why I didn't. So now I shall.
I hope those who read Parts 1-5 have not lost interest. And if you are just picking up on this, you might want to go back and read Parts 1-5 as this is a continuation of the story....

After I showered I exited the bathroom wrapped in my towel and since I was living in the living room Kevin was sitting on my footlocker of clothes and pointed at the line he left me on the table. As I snorted it I noticed he was watching the video of the night before. He had put his plaid boxers back on, but I could see her was semi aroused as dick was peaking out the fly, his muscular chest and abs partially covered by white power tattoos. He was 6'2' and seemed huge as he stood over my 5'7" frame "We stil...

It took two years to get on my College football team. And to be honest it was only because we were short players. I knew I would spend most of the time on the bench, but at least was on the team. There were only 24 players on the team 7 of them being black. This was the late 60's and I was one the 3 smallest players. Needless to say I was picked on a lot. At practice I was just a tackling dummy. One Thursday after practice I took my time to hit the showers so everyone was gone. As I stood in the communal sh...

MONDAY MORNING
The early morning sun sliced through the blinds of Big Red's (Marla's) kitchen, the air thick with summer heat and the sugary smell of vanilla. An old ceiling fan creaked overhead, pushing warm air in lazy circles as the pot on the stove burbled and spat, molten marshmallow goo stretching like syrup between her wooden spoon and the bubbling surface....

Two months ago, my girlfriend Alicia and I were invited to a party at Kim's sleek new house, a sprawling modern place with a deck that overlooked the woods. The night started innocently enough--laughter, cocktails, and a crowd of friends spilling across the rooms. After the last guests stumbled out into the night, Alicia offered to help Kim with the dishes, their chatter echoing from the kitchen. Meanwhile, I lounged in the game room with Tom, Kim's boyfriend, sipping whiskey and idly flipping through chann...

Love at first sight.
First Date
Some of Allen's friends wanted to go into town for the weekend to party and let off some steam. They wanted Allen to come along with them, but he was too busy studying for his college classes, which he attended at night. His friends would not take no for an answer, so Allen finally agreed to join them....

Part 3
Now I was thinking about Murtaza all the time, often lost in a reverie of lewd thoughts. So when he called me on my mobile a few days later I was excited. He asked me to come down to that room behind the elevator. It was late afternoon. My mom was at home. Telling her I was dropping in on a friend nearby, I eagerly walked out and rushed down in the elevator. I was in a saree and blouse. Seeing the coast was clear I slipped into the room at the back....

Alone in bed and waking up can be exciting on the third day of abstinence. I go to the bathroom, sit on the stool and get full relief.
Into the big shower now. I know I'm going to challenge both of my hot water tanks. One is solar the other was in the house when I bought it. It's a 30-gal gas that recovers in less than an hour....

You are wearing one of your revealing whore outfits, along with your 'Whore' choker.
You have your heels on.
You are on all fours on the pouffe, alone, in the summerhouse.
Bum pointing up in the air.
You are blindfolded.
You are wearing headphones and listening to some music.
You can't see....

It's for you, Daddy. All for you. ????
????????????????????????????
His hand is still on my hip when I wake up.
Warm. Steady. Like even in sleep, he can't help but hold on.
I should leave. Mom will be home soon.
I should slip out from under him before the morning ruins this, before he wakes up and his mouth tightens and his body tenses and he starts pretending this was something it wasn't....

For you, Daddy. See you at midnight ????
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It started slow.
So slow neither of us could pinpoint the exact moment the shift happened.
Maybe it was always there--something unspoken in the air between us, something that made time slow whenever we were alone, something that lingered in every stolen glance, every almost-touch, every conversation stretched too long into the night....

Author's Note: I messed up the title so this is technically chapter five onward. I only realized way after I published the first chapters so oopsy.
"It's fine, Chaya. We haven't been able to hang out much since August so it's my fault." Nova hadn't had time to meet up with her in both worlds and he felt pretty bad seeing how excited she was behaving....

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I was lying in bed, the soft morning light filtering through the curtains, when my mom's voice drifted into the room.
"Lily, sweetheart, it's time to wake up."...

I'm thinking about you. Thinking about how much I want you. I'm thinking about delicately wrapping my hand around your neck. Not too tight. I don't need to choke you. I just want to see the look in your eyes when you know I'm in control. I'd tie one of your arms to one bedpost and the other to another, and tease you until you're begging me to bury my face between your legs....

It was a Saturday afternoon in the girls hostel where Priya was in bed covered in her thick blanket, and wearing her floral nightgown. She was feeling all damp and sweaty, and her breathing not proper. She could feel some sense of fatigue and tiredness. She was feeling pretty weak altogether.
Meera was Priya's senior as well as her roommate who had just returned from the library. She was wearing a loose t-shirt and had changed into a pair of cotton shorts that ended near her mid thigh as she displayed he...

Often, self-pleasure (known as masturbation) may be the first sexual act that a person discovers when discovering their sexual desire in general. It is a sexual act that is enjoyable and sexually satisfying, and it is also easy to practice: it is a solo act that can be practiced without restrictions due to place, time, lack of a partner, or lack of preparation with great equipment....

THAI DREAMS

Warning: This is a story about the thriving sex businesses in Thailand. There are harsh scenes of activity not seen in the US. Everyone in this story is 18 or older and participating in these scenes with their own consent. However, they are harsher and sometimes brutal. If harsh sex with fetishes aren't your cup of tea, please don't read this. WARNING!...

Finally, she's in bed. Feeling every bit of the day in her bones. Fatigue lines her hips, her lower back, her calves -- a leg session right after an eight-hour shift can do that. Soft rain outside, lush, soothing. She pulls the covers up to her chin.
She should be falling asleep before her head hits the pillow. But instead, she's fidgeting, eyes darting around the fuzzy contours of the dark room. Soft green numerals of the alarm clock grinning at her cheekily: 1:41AM....

A short story of the time my ex-girlfriend showed up at my college apartment and challenged me to a sexual supremacy match (first to cum wins).
Realism Rating: 4 stars.
"Jamie" and I really did date for just under a year. I met her on a study-abroad trip my freshman year. We dated until spring semester of my sophomore year. We really did "play-wrestle" as a form of foreplay more than once. On one of those occasions, she pinned me down, sat on my face, and made me go down on her....

"There's nothing terribly hard about it," Kate explained. "We need an extra pair of hands more than anything. If you can change a few entries on a website, drive a van, fold clothes, and take a decent photograph then you're more than qualified to do the job."
Steve grunted an affirmative, trying to sound like he was paying attention. It wasn't that he wasn't interested in what Kate had to say. She was outlining the path to a shared future with herself and Alice after all. It was just that after ten minut...

Daddy has declared that he's taking me on a date today. We live in a small, rural town and there's not a whole lot to do here so I'm assuming we're going to one of the larger cities nearby. I'm not wearing anything fancy (we're not fancy kind of people), just a crop top, jeans and birkenstocks. Daddy said I look presentable enough so I don't change before we go....

He hasn't given me a single direction in what feels like an eternity. Life got in the way, for both of us. Sure, we talk, but not about our previous dynamic, our conversations going much deeper and actually taking far more time than they ever did before. All the while I've grown more than a little fond of Him as we've gotten to really know one another. Still, I miss our play sessions, though I don't expect them anymore....

The Retreat
Chapter 6
Sara woke feeling rested and energetic. She was alone when she woke up, but it didn't bother her as much as she thought it would. She went to the bathroom, vaguely wondering where Gail was, and began preparing for the day. Her image reflecting in the mirror wasn't as haggard as it was yesterday. She still looked a bit tired, but she did just wake up after all. She made a goofy face, crossing her eyes and sticking out her tongue, and laughed at the silliness of it all. She certain...

I cannot resist a challenge, it seems, even when I know I will lose. But I had beaten her at three games today already, which to be fair, was a complete fluke as I barely understood the rules to 'Moose Moose Elk Goose' - which made her particularly annoyed as she had invented it. So when she suggested to me that perhaps there was one game she would beat me at, I was already feeling confident about my chances....

Number two opened the door of the vintage Rolls Royce. It was silver, with an impeccable white interior, chrome plated front console, and a working cassette player, which gave Varla a little surge of happiness to use. She had a small box of cassettes on the seat next to her, and selected one. Number two put the tape in, and it began to play when he pulled out of the garage....

Carnival of Cruelty
The night was thick with darkness, and the rental room in the urban village stank of sweat, tobacco, and cheap perfume. After their first round of fucking, Eric--now going by Erica--lay sprawled out on the beat-up mattress, her wig all crooked, her bright red lipstick-smeared lips gasping for air. The migrant worker john propped himself against the headboard, his calloused hands lighting up a cheap cigarette, smoke drifting up under the shitty yellow light. His eyes still raked over E...

It's quiet in my kitchen, since everyone shot off like a rocket to whatever the hell they do all evening as soon as it began to look like work in here. I really don't mind though, as it's some of the only peaceful time I get to let my mind wander. The steady rush of the steamy water lulls me as I fill the sink, and I begin to breathe, feeling some of the day's tension leave my neck and shoulders....