Nervous anticipation was evidenced by the pounding in my chest. I opened my hotel room door to his bright-eyed sexy smile. I had been craving him for months, desperate to feel his hardness, aching to feel him erupt on my skin. An embrace quickly led to the frantic striping of clothing. Our aching cocks slid together, briefly frotting. Our combined chaotic nibbling, sucking, licking, and probing, simultaneously stimulated...

My eyes slowly adjusted to the dimly lit bedroom as I woke. It was early on a Saturday, and the sun was coming up, casting its warm yellow glow through the gaps in the curtains, signaling it was time to start my weekend routine. I was the first awake — this was usual but now also expected. My transformation into Anne was now required to be completed for presentation to Mistress Jess when she was ready to begin her day. Li...

Jess took a few steps back to consider the answer to her question. As she did I was reminded of just how strongly I was attracted to her. My beautiful wife stood 5’6 and weighed 145lbs. Fair skin perfectly molded to her curvaceous figure. Generous D-cup breasts were lightly freckled with dusky pink areolas and nipples that stood out well over a centimeter and begged for attention. Her firmly toned bubble bum and shapely t...

"Newly discovered persona,” she said. Jess’s choice of words was never accidental. This previously concealed aspect of my character was now on full display. I was not playing a role, this was not contrived, this was me, an emerging new identity. So there I stood, her words still melting into my ears, her breath lingering on my skin. Challenging me to declare aloud the reality she already knew. Looking in our full-length c...

I walked into our bedroom. Jess, my wife sitting on the bed. Beside her were some of her sexy lacy underthings, items I had been wearing in secrecy. “Please don’t lie to me,” she said. “You have been dressing like a girl, using my clothes, haven’t you?” My heart was pounding. What could I say, the truth? “I just like to feel the silk and lace against my body. Girls get to wear great feeling clothes and guys really don’t,...

If you have read my story “My First Bisexual Experience” you will know that I somewhat serendipitously stumbled into discovering my sexuality and bisexuality. To be sure I have always found females, especially curvy, busty females very attractive. My future held plenty of that in store but that was not know to me then. So still, after my experiences with Jimmy, I was confused. Cock was now on my mind as often as tits. To...

"Beg for it!" He orders, knowing her desire. "Please!" His tongue slides through the crease of her hips and hovers over her sensitive clit. "Please what? Tell me!" She refuses to accede to the demand. Rebelliously her fingers seek out her pussy slipping easily inside the drenched entrance. "Not yet!" He grabs her hand preventing her gratification. Seductively he draws the syrupy digits between his lips, tasting pure sweet...

My pulse was racing. The only sound I could hear was my heart pounding like a thunderstorm in my chest. The throbbing ache in my groin had been replaced by a warm tingling. My cock had just exploded with more energy and volume than any time in recent memory. The target of my bombardment? Jay’s cock! *** I had arrived at Jay’s house, for our first get-together, about twenty-five minutes prior at 7:00PM. Finding an opportun...

It twitches before me glistening with sweet clear discharge. Not the longest or thickest but it’s hard as steel as it vibrates with excitement. My warm soft tongue flattens along the rigid vein on the underside sliding to his balls, then back. With my mouth wide open I moved forward slowly. He can feel only my warm breath. Playfully not touching him until his head reaches the back of my throat. Then close my lips and with...

I had been chatting online with Darren, a married bisexual guy, for several weeks. I found his “Lush” profile while looking for bisexual stories, enjoyed a story or two of his, and found myself attracted to him instantly. Our communication began with me commenting on a story and complimenting him on his writing. This continued with exchanging increasingly provocative messages, eventually discussing fantasy and true-life e...

It was July, summer break between the tenth and eleventh grades. I was sixteen years old and like most young men my age I was a walking “boner.” That was a problem! I was raised in a very strict Christian household; talk of sex, or anything sexual was more or less forbidden. Masturbation was a sin! Even simply dating at that age was actively discouraged. Nevertheless, my hormones, like everyone else my age were raging. I...