Shawna and I were born about ten minutes apart. While we were twins, most people thought we wouldn’t be as close as identical twins often are, what with being different genders and all. They were wrong, though, because we were inseparable as we grew up. Even when most twins of opposite sex were separated –
Donna was mad as hell as she first scanned the magazine she had found under her son’s bed. It was a bdsm magazine with older ladies being dominated in all possible ways you could imagine. As she continued to ponder through it, she found herself being aroused with the thought and crept back to her
Paul dreamed he was back on leave in Tokyo. It was in one of the Oyasumi, (the bathhouses) now westernized and common as massage parlors in America. But this was a special place-of a bygone era now to be found only in fiction- where a gentleman, or at least a man of some means could
Karin Angelides gazed at herself in the mirror as she dressed. At 34, she still felt she had a pretty good body. She was tall, about 5’8″ and still thin, but her hips, breasts and buttocks were fuller and more womanly now. Three days a week at the gym over the last seven years was
I poured another shot. Kathy picked it up, held it out in a toast. “To alcohol.” “To absolut.” She corrected, and drained the glass, setting it down carefully. I nursed my shot. Kathy had been drinking like a fish for the last couple of hours, unaware or uncaring about the fact that I had had
Philosophically speaking, I see no harm in eating your own semen and I certainly do not think it makes you gay. I have absolutely no desire to be with another man, I just feel that it is insanely hot to think about my own cum in my mouth, and oh so difficult to do. In
I’d worked at my present job about nine months when I received the invitation. It arrived in a company envelope, and simply looked like any other inter- office correspondence. However, when I opened it, there was a card inside, which read: “Congratulations. You have been invited to become a member of a very exclusive club.
In my junior year at high school I had already discovered the joys of sexuality through my Aunt Cindy and additionally through her boyfriend at the time. School just seemed the logical place to act out on some of my newfound skills. After my sexual awakening I found that I took much greater notice in
It was 3:15am and she was waiting for him to get home from work. He usually pulled into the parking space a little before 3:30am, having worked the 3pm-3am shift at a nearby police department. She was at her window… watching. Her apartment building was directly across the street from his. Both apartment buildings were
Tennis has always been my life since I was a small boy in Mexico City. My father was the head gardener at an estate owned by a very important man and he used to take me with him so I could hit the balls on the court. I had a talent and I used it
I opened my eyes and sighed. The dream was going so well: I had money, power, and most of all, a loving boyfriend. At 19 years of age without having had any sort of lover, I have come to feel a little… undesired. All of my friends have had some sort of relationship with guys.
Growing up and living in a neighborhood where yards had no boundaries was amazing. When we were teens we’d all play together and run around. There were two pools that seemed more like a gathering place for neighbors and friends rather than the owners’ personal leisure spot. There was never a moment in the day
We were having an early cocktail. It was a Friday in late summer, still sunny and warm at 6:30, and it was our traditional “Thank God it’s Friday, only two more working days until Monday,” celebration. “Hans made an email pass at me today,” Betty said. “Hans, the guy in from Denmark?” I asked, Betty
This story is real except for the names. It took place on September 1985. This is my first story ever and I hope you’ll like it. I dry docked my 28 footer in Perama near Athens, packed my clothes and started my journey to Amsterdam to join a nice Dutch woman I met while sailing
Rat-a-tat-tat! The banging on the back door could only mean one thing; Tommy was here to visit with Jimmy. Without waiting for an answer, Tommy popped open the screen door and marched into the kitchen. “Jimmy around,” he asked? “I’m sorry, Tom, but Jimmy and his dad went shopping for a new bike,” replied Mrs.