My previous works have all been related to my experiences in my younger days. This one recalls a recent encounter in my 50's. Although fairly active in my 20's, I never really came out and retreated back into the closet and as time passed became less sexually active to the point where I'd basically given up on ever having sex again....

Conall tapped his fingers against the desk as he looked at the email which had just arrived in his inbox and in that of all the other site directors. It had come from Director Eon Santos' email address and purported to actually be from the Director themself. This presented somewhat of an issue, as Director Santos' site had been confirmed as lost to an all-out containment breach by metahuman individuals mere hours before....

This is a follow up to "It's Not Your Fault" and picks up directly where the first addition of this story left off. All characters within this work of fiction are of legal age.
"The future is ours bro. You, me, and Rick can have it all as long as we stick together.. y'know?"
Walking along the shores of an early morning Panama Beach Steven passes me a joint while visualing clarifying one of his many visions for us. We'd all been there on various occasions living it up in unison prior to Steven's death....

Beth had Tom been married for twelve years. Like many couples in that stage of marriage, their time was focused more on raising the next generation of good humans than on each other. Weeks were spent on work, shuttling from one after-school activity to another, finding time for a decent meal together, and homework. Weekends were for sports, birthday parties, and family outings to make the most of the years when the kids were still interested in spending time with their parents....

Andy's story
Paula and I were late bloomers. At high school this meant that I was constantly bullied by Martin, amongst others, and that Paula was not worthy of his attention.
We waited until our wedding night to consummate our love. Sex between us was what many would describe as vanilla. I only needed sex once a week, I thought Paula was ok with that. I also thought she was happy with my thin not quite five inch dick. We never tried anything other than the missionary position....

"My constipation is really bad, doc," Malika Diallo said with a sad smile. The six-foot-one, dark-skinned, large-breasted, wide-hipped and big-bottomed, bodacious African Canadian Muslim woman sullenly considered her dilemma as she disrobed in front of her physician. The physician in question, Dr. Benjamin Fils-Aime, nodded graciously. The tall, dark-skinned and silver-haired, fifty-something Haitian Canadian doctor stayed professional as the patient bared herself to him. All in a day's work, folks....

(This is an independent story. But it also goes after "Gay Bottom Gets Gang Banged In Bar" and "Crossdresser In Local Jail Has Fun")
Hi everyone. My name is Gwen. I am one of two twinks that ride with a gay biker club. The other twink is Leslie. Leroy is the president of our club. Leroy knows a porn store owner. Happens this store is half tranny material. Magazines, books, DVDs, even dolls. He tells us just to go there, and the guy will tell us what to do....

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Le Français is an original Law Enforcement series playing with the Cop/Not-a-Cop trope, mixed with some social power play, and (hopefully) realistic BDSM elements. The series will jump between categories based on the content of each part. This series is commissioned by the fantastic ThL!...

For the delightful Cindy Belle, who was a darling to me in a rough time. You are a real cutie =)
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"Oh, it's you." I swear I almost caught a glimpse of Dana's cheer turn to ash as her suddenly annoyed face found mine opening the door instead of my sister's.
"June is making you guys snacks." I step aside and she steps in, setting a bottle of wine and a trendy-looking overnight bag on the table by the door. She shucks off her coat, revealing a rather unexpectedly stylish dress underneath, one that ...

The device
Jason had just finished his morning activities when the "FedEx" truck pulled up. The truck was way early today as it was only 8:30 and it usually came at about one in the afternoon. Well, that was probably a bad sign, and it was confirmed when the "FedEx" driver stomped up the driveway. You could tell he was not happy from the tone of his voice as he muttered fuck, fuck, fuck....

(This is an independent story. But it also goes after "Gay Bottom Gets Gang Banged In Bar" and "Crossdresser In Local Jail Has Fun")
Hello out there. I'm Gwen. I am one of two twinks that ride with a gay biker club. The other twink is Leslie. Leroy is the president of our club. Leroy has an assignment for Leslie and me. A bunch of guys, age 60 or older. Leslie isn't enthusiastic. But I am. I like older men. They tend to be sweeter and kinder. Leslie can like it rough. Leroy adds, "It's a big payday, and ...

Pro Black Feminist Part 2: White Boy Summer
It's May. The semester is over. Ariel's time with Danny had been exciting, blending a thin line between terror and euphoria.
Weekends during the semester had melted into each other. She liked the way her body ached afterward, how her pelvis pulsed with a soreness that made her feel both claimed and alive....

It was day three of our honeymoon in Jamaica, and I already regretted marrying Stacy. I know that sounds harsh, but in the three days we've been here in Jamaica, Stacy has only been in our bed once, and we've only made love twice, on the first day we were here.
It is not that Stacy has been cold and refused to have sex; on the contrary, Stacy has been fucked many times. It's just that none of them was with me. I have counted that she has been fucked at least ten times, but I passed out overnight, so I am...

I was relieved that Delaney was human. I'd been expecting to have another alien for a boss, but if Delaney was overseeing this whole Outer situation, maybe things wouldn't be so bad.
All things considered, she looked quite healthy. Her face had a glow to it, although perhaps that was just sweat from working so hard. Her curly brown hair was pulled into a low, loose braid draped across one shoulder, with a few pieces framing her face. She looked to be in her late thirties....

Life with Rose! Dinner, and a Parade? Huh?
Part 8 of Rose, the kinda ENF exhibitionist
Mom and Gwen decided on the venue, and we decided that Katy was riding with me and Sion. Mom went in the Triumph, not a surprise. She liked hot sports cars, once more like mom, like me. We were alike in so many ways I got close before we left....

The Professor and Erin
Author's note: The viewpoints of the characters are pure fantasy and not a reflection of my own.
Ch1.
"Today's lecture will be on the male gaze and female empowerment," began Adam Hennesly. Adam was a young assistant professor in the psychology department at the University of Southern California. Something of a prodigy, he had earned his PhD in Anthropology at the age of 25, after having completed his thesis titled Women as a Spectacle: Reclaiming Agency. His dark eyes and el...

"Open a channel to my father, Trigon," she said. "I'm back, father."
"Wren?" came his voice. "We thought that you just left."
"What? I've been gone at least a whole day," Wren said surprised.
"You've only been gone an hour at the most. Did you accomplish all that you had too?" her father asked....

I was in my first year of college, and this was my first time living away from home and my first time with a roommate, Kyle. Kyle was in a similar situation to mine, but he was from the other side of the country. My parents' house was about six hours away by car, so driving home for weekends wasn't really feasible, but I was planning to visit for winter break....

Author's Note
The following is a case study that has been reformatted and anonymized into an immersive narrative for readability and engagement. While the story follows the general arc of real therapeutic work, some events may be implied or streamlined for narrative continuity. Please note that while certain elements may appear unconventional, they reflect evidence-based interventions within a therapeutic framework and are presented here to highlight the diverse and deeply personal ways couples can evolv...

This is a work of fiction
Date night is my favorite thing to do with my boyfriend Tyrone. I get to dress up and look stunning. Tyrone gets to show me around and be proud. Of course, him being older and me being younger, I got to step up to show that at his age, he can still pull baddies.
Tyrone is 43, and I'm 24 years old. It's not a super big difference in age. I fell for him the moment I told him I was trans and he didn't care. He still treated me like a woman. At first, we were friends at first. We...

The day started as always with the lights dimming and the same video playing, Erin and the eighteen other guys in the room sat up straight, school was pretty strict but nothing was more important than the liberation story.
An image of a metal circle sitting horizontal, with a semicircular section hanging down from the bottom appeared on screen....

"So do you think he will come home with us if we offer it?" Kevin asked his husband Marvin.
"Are you really going to ask him? He has got to be 25 years younger than us, I don't even know if he can drink." Marvin responded back to his husband as they continued their dinner.
Kevin knew his husband was right about the age part, but it wasn't like they looked bad. They both hit the gym regularly so they were in good shape and both were still handsome, so it's not like he felt like he was a creepy grandpa ...

The next day we cleaned up the house and prepared the food. The 80's music was playing on the whole house stereo. We were both joking and having fun as we prepared for the guests. As we passed each other we would sometimes kiss. Things were going very well.
"Hey by the way, Tabby and Jerry, coming tonight?" Throughout the week we talked about having a party but we never really discussed much about the guest list. Lynn handled the guest list....

The Ripped Tank Top...
We were what I would still consider newlyweds, both of us being on our second marriages. I was a widower, she had been married to a passive jealous jerk, and he loved what she wore until they got married right out of high school.
She, at the time, had the body of a college girl, a part-time dance instructor and riding instructor kept her body in ideal shape. She had a typical redhead body, an incredible ass, always told her, "Hate to see you leave, love to watch you go!" A thin ...

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No, Just a Little, Yes - Chris's Side

This is "the other" perspective on the second of "The Pru Chronicles," told from Chris's experience in his pursuit and conquest of the married, young Pru. Although much of the story is embellished, some more liberally than others, there is an element of truth woven throughout. Only one of the Chronicles is fully fiction, and one other is based on very real conversations that were leading to the events described but stopped short. Otherwise, yeah, s...

As Joe got back to the apartment, he was glad he had just got home before the rain started. It was suppose to be a wet weekend and he knew there wouldn't be much to do except stay home. As Joe was getting settled from his Friday classes, he realized there was noise coming from the bathroom which was situated between the two bedrooms. His apartment mate Randy was home and in the shower. The other two that shared the apartment had already headed to their hometowns for the weekend. Joe shared a bedroom with La...

"Do I have a surprise for you tonight Natasha." Nat had been faithfully giving me almost nightly sex shows that were in a word, 'stunning'. I thought it was time for her to share her talents just a little further into my kinky voyeuristic mind.
"Oooooo, a surprise for me? Does it have something to do with what you have in your hand?"...

It had genuinely seemed to have been an absolute age since my last salon appointment.
If I was naked before you, I would have looked different walking away from you than I would walking towards you. The last appointment at the salon had seen me waxed from behind.
But with so much time having been taken up to use me sexually, the waxing is seen as a means to an end, part of the process, but not as important as I might often see it in the quest to be fully smooth....

Chapter 7
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Kendall, Maxwell, and a criminal attorney sat in the court room waiting for the arraignment. The entire process took fifteen minutes and two photographers were there taking pictures of the defendant standing in front of a judge. Those would be sold to various media outlets that would run them as part of the ongoing coverage of Jacob Mitchell's fall from grace....

Birthday Surprise
I woke up in the middle of the day and smiled; my girlfriend had gone to
work a few hours earlier and promised me a really good time when she got
back. She told me it was going to be a birthday Id never forget! I ran upstairs to shower and make sure I was hairless before getting...