Chuck walked towards a bar near to his hotel. He knew that Canal Street was the gay area of the city but he also knew that it was also the most lively area for pubs and clubs. And Chuck was happy and confident with his sexuality so he didn’t see it as a problem. Almost
It started kind of strange. I am or at least was Len or Lenny – Leonard to my mother – a guy in my early 20s, kind of short and slender. I had a sister, Karen who was a few years older than me. She’d had a nasty breakup with a fiancé, and stayed with
Genetics are a bitch, I remember from my youth that my grandmother had giant breasts. When you are young, and she is coming at you to give you a big hug and kiss, her breasts just are enormous and swallow you whole until she releases you. Later, I see that my mother is also ginormous.
I went shopping and met a check out “girl” that was very attractive. She had long blonde hair, a deep voice, was very tall and was wearing a low cut blouse that showed off the cleavage of her ample breast. I asked when she got off and if she had plans for the evening. She
I was just a girl cruising the tinder for her master. Well I wasn’t a girl at all; I was a guy in drag… I advertised on the Internet as a novice TV looking for a master. I got much more than I ever bargained for. I have been cross-dressing since puberty. My friends and
Jason let out a soft despairing sigh. Swipe right. Swipe right. Swipe right. Swipe right. His co-worker and friend Paul had suggested to him that he try out Tinder and, to begin with at least, he’d loved the idea of it, see a girl, read her profile and if you felt compatible, swipe right, if
I went shopping and met a check out “girl” that was very attractive. She had long blonde hair, a deep voice, was very tall and was wearing a low cut blouse that showed off the cleavage of her ample breast. I asked when she got off and if she had plans for the evening. She