The following is a true account of an encounter I had during a recent ski trip. In March of 2010, I decided to join a few friends on a ski trip in Vermont. It was going to be a weekend of skiing and drinking with many of my old friends from high school. However, on my flight out from the west coast, I ended up tweaking my lower back due to the long flight in the "spacious" seating that the airline provided me in coach. Having been an avid skier since a very young age I have to say I am in pretty good shape. That said, I am now in my mid 30s and therefore, I have a tendency to breakdown a little bit easier than I used to. By the time I reached our lodge after the flight and long drive up into the mountains, my back was an absolute disaster. Regardless, I was ... Read More»

I've gotten to know Y through a dating site back in early 2010. We had a good chemistry online and soon started talking by other means of communication as well. Eventually, I decided that after being single for a longer time, I might as well give a relationship a shot again and that I'd try this with Y. So we agreed to meet each other in Jakarta in March. Y is originally from Pasuruan, so it was a nice gesture of her to come all the way from there to Jakarta to meet me. We picked Grand Indonesia as our meeting point. I was there in time and on my way to Starbucks, where we agreed to meet. I looked around and saw a tall, shy-looking Y, holding her purse. The day before we met, we had a bigger fight over the phone, because Y came to Jakarta unannounced and as a ... Read More»

Astrid looked across the room at her son illuminated by the fire but obscured by the mist of its smoke. She hoped he wouldn't wake up and wonder what his parents were doing on the straw mattress opposite. Not that he wasn't used to the lovemaking Thorvald and she enjoyed together, especially after the long night of feasting that led to this moment of passion. It never bothered Thorvald, of course. And it certainly wouldn't tonight after all the ale he'd drunk. It was Astrid's duty to give pleasure to him, hoping as always that she might be blessed by another son as a result of his exertions. Thorvald thrust away, caring little as to how his wife might feel. In any case, it was unlikely he'd last very long until his passion was defeated by his inebriation. ... Read More»

I'd have to say the most sexually prolonged, and how would you put it, debauched experiences I've ever been involved with I guess would be when I first had a hard cock deep in my ass. Here let me tell you about it: well its my 25 birthday and my husband says he has something that I'd really enjoy. He blind-folds me outside and leads me through the house. I must have become confused somewhere, because it seems as if were heading into his workout room. But I find I'm not, as I feel the firmness of his workbench on my bottom as he sits me down. He pulls my skirt off before spreading my legs wide tying something soft around my ankles that was already attached to the legs of the bench. I can feel my pussy starting to dampen' as I anticipate what he is ... Read More»

For being only thirty-nine years old, I’ve got a lot going for me. Along with owning my own commercial construction business, I have been married to a great woman for twelve years. Together, we have three kids, two boys and a girl. Business is good, my marriage is solid, and my morning jogs and trips to the gym help to keep me in top condition. All in all my life is great, except for one small problem. My wife doesn’t like to suck cock. And nothing gets me off like having my cock in a hot mouth and feeling my load shoot down into a throat. Fortunately, I found out a long time ago there are plenty of other bi and gay men who like sucking on a hard slab of man meat and drinking a load of cum. The trick is to know where to find them. As it happens, I ... Read More»

Sarah Dickens sat alone at the table sipping her coffee. Around her mums and their young children went merrily about discussing the holidays and shopping. It was such a foreign concept to her: family. She had grown up in a string of caring and decent, if not permanent, foster homes. Her mum had been a drunken slag, who vacillated between beating and neglecting her young child. At the age of four, Sarah had been taken into care following a particularly brutal attack that left a nasty burn scar over much of her back. Even twenty-three years later that scar had faded very little. Her first home had been with a very nice older woman, who had grown children. But less than a year into the placement, Mama Grace had fallen and broken her leg. She had been unable to ... Read More»

Januaries are always cold in the upper Midwest. This year, though, has been the coldest we've seen in a long time. But, despite high natural gas prices and low temperatures, our house had been comfortably warm throughout the cold spell until the day my husband, Michael, an airline pilot, left for his monthly four day trip to Europe. Suddenly our almost new, high efficiency, just out of warranty gas furnace, Michael's proudest home improvement, stopped - you'll excuse the expression - cold. Frantic calls to the company with our service contract brought only vague promises of help "by sometime tomorrow." Even more frantic calls to the "round the clock repair service guys" brought either more vague promises or outright refusals to hazard a guess as to when a ... Read More»

The big Black man squealed as the skinny White dude shoved his thick cock up his hairy ass. Nearby on the king-sized bed, a sexy and curvaceous, light-skinned young Black woman fingered her pussy as she watched the hot man-to-man interracial sex. Mistress Sybil Noir smiled to herself as she watched her slave Andrew Jenkins fucking her other slave, Somali stud Ibrahim Sadiq. The short, slender Irishman was fucking the big and tall Somali stud like there was no tomorrow. Ibrahim was screaming like a bitch as he got fucked in the ass, and his screams were music to Mistress Sybil Noir's ears. Nothing turned her on more than male bisexuality, with some domination thrown in. Hours earlier, Mistress Sybil Noir had a tough time talking her favorite guys into fucking ... Read More»

Virginia York wheeled her Caddy into the parking garage and after maneuvering through the maze of ramps she nosed the big auto into a space near the elevator. She shivered a little as a cold north wind whipped around her while waiting for a car. Finally down on the street, she made her way the two blocks to a nondescript building on the west side of ChicagoТs Loop. It had been almost a month since her last visit, and the anticipation in her pussy caused her to drench her panties involuntarily! She took a deep breath before entering a plain looking office on the seventh floor, and after a momentТs hesitation went inside. Immediately a thirtyish woman got up from behind her desk and greeted her warmly, УAnd how are you, Mrs. York?Ф УItТs been awhile since your ... Read More»

I've been wondering what to write about lately. I've received a request to write about me and my sister, but that is a road I might have trouble going down. Today I was thinking about my bi-sexual stripper girlfriend from the past, who loved bringing home other strippers (mostly lesbians) for some hot threesomes. However, today I shall write about my first Transgender experience. I had responded to an ad placed by a self described hot black female that was in the local singles section of a free weekly paper. My thoughts were really "WTF", as I expected no response but became surprised when I received a call back from this girl. We got to talking and getting along really well and over the course of a few days had decided to meet. She described herself as ... Read More»

In July 2009, I visited Bali for the first time in my life. I was never too eager to go there, because I was afraid there'd be too many tourists and the locals would just try to get your money. However, I had two good reasons to still go at that time. One of them was a woman that I shouldn't have met in my life(but that's another story), the other one was S. I've already known S when she still lived in Jakarta back in 2006. We were supposed to meet each other back then, but I was still in a relationship and couldn't really find the time. But knowing that I'll come to Bali and knowing that she lives there now, I felt curious to finally meet her. For some reason, I felt a strong urge to spend time with this seemingly nice, funny and smart woman and I guess a part ... Read More»

She awoke to the sound of keys rattling in the front door. It took her a moment to rub the sleep out of her eyes, then she realized she was about to be punished. She had broken the rules again. Sleeping on Master and Miss' bed was forbidden if they were not home. It was so hard to resist. Soft, soothing pillows, a lovely satin comforter. Most of all, it smelled like Master and Miss. She scrambled to the floor, trying to jump into her own bed at the foot of Master and Miss' bed. She was not quite quick enough. "Bad girl!" Master's voice boomed. "You know better than to be on the bed when you aren't given permission. Come now, to your cage." Girl padded after Master, her collar jingling pleasantly as she moved. She loved her collar. Soft, ... Read More»

I was 16 and dating the sexiest girl I've ever known. She had huge, firm tits, a perfectly round ass and the sweetest curves imaginable. Well, my best female friend was having a house party while her parents were out of town. There were maybe 15 people there, not a large crowd, but a bunch of us stayed over for the night. My girl and I crashed in the living room... as did the hostess and another friend of ours. It was only a few minutes after the room had gone quiet when I started to gently caress my girl's delicious behind. She rubbed herself up against my leg and I could instantly tell she was hot and wet. I reached under her shorts and panties, traced my fingers down the deep crack of her ass, and slid a finger into her dripping pussy. She was so ... Read More»

Carrie Pershing blinked, reread her last sentence, and quickly deleted it, shaking her head at the pitfalls of stream-of-consciousness blogging. Almost without thinking, she removed her sandal and pitched it at the wall in the direction of the sound. In the pause that followed the loud *thunk*, she yelled, "Keep it down, you three, you'll have the whole hotel up here complaining!" She couldn't be sure, but was that a muffled "Kiss my ass" from the other room? Carrie smirked, kicked off her other sandal, and returned to her tour blog, but her train of thought had long since departed. She stared out the window for inspiration, but the sight of yet another cornfield in yet another heat wave was perhaps not the source of inspiration she was looking for. In the ... Read More»

He watched her hair blowing in the wind. She was standing near the sliding glass door. Her face was upturned into the moonlight. Her dress swirled around her legs, her feet bare. She turned her head ever so slightly, and he caught a glimmer of diamond as the moon caught the gems in her ears. "Beth" he spoke her name. One simple word. She turned her head slightly toward him. Joe walked up behind her, and put his hands on her shoulders. Slowly he slid them down her arms, lightly clasped her fingers with his, and tugged. She turned toward him, her head down. She knew better than to make eye contact with him before he requested it. She felt his finger gently nudge her chin, his silent request to look at him. She raised her eyes to him. Lightly he kissed her. He ... Read More»