The Shemale story

One day cruising the porn sites I saw an Internet ad for an Asian Kathoey that would be dancing at the strip club downtown. I hadn’t been to a strip club in years but I went out of curiosity. Something drew many others and me to the show. After a few women performed an announcer

Paving the way

My name is Chuck and my wife’s name is Eliza. We married early in life and our kids have just moved away. I have a good job that supports us while my wife looks after the home. We are a social couple and our friends often visit us. Now that Eliza has more time on

An Evening With Friends and my slut wife

Susan, my gorgeous spouse of 32 years, positions herself on the side of the bed. She has stacked up some pillows behind her, causing her to be slightly reclined in a semi-squatting position. She has opened the mirrored door beside the bed, affording her an unobstructed view of the upcoming events. She has opened the

My slut wife outwest 2.

Alan pulled into a small State Police station on the Interstate, “Stay here,” he ordered. He went inside and it was a half hour till he came back. “Get inside,” he said. I did what he asked, walking into the station to the glares of five officers. “Remember what I told you at the “Bull

The slut ex-wife

It began innocently enough. Tara had been going to aerobics religiously three times a week, to improve her figure. She had never quite lost all the weight from her two pregnancies. For a long time she had put off getting involved in a fitness program, using her long work hours and her kids as an

Fucking with a homeless

My beautiful, sexy, 38D-25-36, twenty-one-year-old wife and I are devout exhibitionists. We love to fuck anyhere, but especially in public, and preferably in broad daylight. We’ve screwed inside all-night supermarkets, drive-in theaters, shopping center parking lots, in hallways and on balconies of hotels, in park, and even on a school’s playground. Anyway, the best was

Jeez, what do I need an ex-wife for

I’m always kind of uncomfortable riding in luxury cars. Totally smooth and silent, air conditioned, with soft leather seats that perfectly conform to your body, I think it’s the remote, disconnected feeling that I find disconcerting. I’m much more comfortable in my noisy, rough riding 1968 Dodge pickup. I don’t want to say the woman

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