I love sex and I've never been in a committed relationship.  Slut is a label I wear with pride and I have the credentials to back it up.  But that day I just felt a little extra wild. As bold as I can be, I've never just approached a stranger for sex.  I usually meet people in gay bars or on dating apps. Some just approach me.  I felt like I needed to put some bait on the hook to make it known I might be open for business...

The way I see it, men are only good for one thing.  I don’t need men for money. I don’t need their attention.  I don’t need their drama and jealousy and clinginess. What I do need is a steady injection of cock.  I couldn’t live without it. I might prefer the soft touch and sexy curves of another woman, but I still need a good dose of dick. The problem with living life with no strings attached is that it is difficult to fi...

Bella was wearing a black and white checkered wrap dress.  The deep-v neckline teased her ample cleavage. Without seeing it, I knew she was also wearing a half-slip and lingerie chosen to please me.  I pinned her to the foyer wall as soon as we entered her house. We kissed. I grabbed her soft ass. She had a midwestern look with fair skin, dirty blond hair, and blue eyes.  She was fit, but not slender, with a big sexy ass,...

The first time I saw Zoey was on a hookup site.  Asian. Mid-twenties. Long black hair. Dressed in a royal blue satin corset, panties, black stockings, and high heels.  She didn't show her face or her cock. Just a sexy body in lingerie. It was just still photos on that first post.  But over the course of a year, I saw more ads posted to different sites.  Sometimes there'd be videos. In one she rode a dildo in a leather dre...

It started when I was sixteen. I guess that's how it works for everyone, right?  The girl next door; a hot, college student who was the object of my dreams, was into community theater. We'd spend afternoons helping her with her plays. Sometimes she had the boys play female roles. She even dressed us up. I guess something about it just felt right. Something stuck. Of course, a grown man in a dress isn't socially acceptable...

I've always fantasized about it, Neena wrote.  Meeting a man in a bar. Going back to my place.  And discovering that he's wearing panties. It’s so taboo. We were texting one another.  A few days earlier, she'd responded to a simple ad that I'd placed online.  There wasn't much text--just a picture of my hard bulge barely contained in panties.  She was the only woman to reply. Have you ever been with a man in panties? I as...

Mrs. Robinson was like a little sister to my mother. I wasn't even sure how they'd first met, but she was always around when I was growing up. When I was in junior high she'd gotten married and bought a house just up the street from my family. Unfortunately, the guy had turned out to be a jackass and she'd caught him cheating on her--just after their first kid was born. She got to keep the house. And, of course, my mother...

I was supposed to be home alone that day. At least that was the plan. It was the break between college semesters and I was staying near the beach with my uncle and his girlfriend, Pam. The plan had originally been to come down with a pal and spend the week blowing off steam before classes started back. A supervised vacation in the eyes of my parents --one where I couldn't get into too much trouble since there was adult su...