It had been just over three weeks since that fateful night, when Scott first fucked me full of his cum and I became a cheating slut. I'd sunk deeper and deeper into my infidelity. Whenever Scott and I were home alone, his cock was buried in my pussy. Because Jack has a 9-5 office job, Scott works from home, and I work nights waiting tables, we were fucking almost every day, usually multiple times, all over the house. Scot...

My hand shook as I moved to ring the doorbell. I was at the home of an older man, 62 years old according to his profile online. Forty years older than me, so well past old enough to be my father. I'd seen some blurry pictures of his face and body. What had brought me here were the pictures of his thick cock and his dirty messages. We had been talking online for a few months. It had started as most of these conversations d...

Carlos was having breakfast at his favorite Fonda. A Fonda is a simple restaurant, often open-air style, found in all villages and towns in Panama. In Carlos’s village, there were three of them, but this happened to be his favorite. The coffee was strong, the eggs fried perfectly, and so was the bistec picado. He liked a heavy breakfast because his work as a gardener made him use a lot of energy. As he sat there sipping o...

The next day, when reality finally set in, I couldn't stop thinking about it. Up until then, the closest thing I’d ever had to a gay experience was during a soccer game back home, when I got taken down by a dirty tackle and landed with my hand right on my opponent's groin. But that hadn't triggered a single thing in me (aside from the throbbing pain in my calf from the tackle). I had never been attracted to men—not before...

It took me a few minutes of lying on the couch with my legs spread and Scott's cum dripping out of my cunt to come down from all the orgasms Scott had just pushed me to. I had cheated on my fiance, the sweetest man I knew, with his own father, while he slept upstairs. Not only that, but I had begged Scott to fuck me raw and fill me with his seed, something I had never let Jack, nor anyone else, do. I gathered my discarded...

About 6 months ago, my wife asked for a divorce. I think the exact words were, “Mike, I am feeling neglected, and my emotional needs are not being satisfied.” I’m almost sure that was a line she picked up from a women’s magazine or a psychology article. The truth was, that was the same time I was going through prostate cancer treatments, and we failed to have sex. I later found out the nights out with the girls were with...

​I worked from home, doing translation work, website layout, and taking on side gigs as an IT tech. I was going through a turbulent time. I shared an apartment with a friend, but he was on his way out—moving to another city. I needed to scrape together some quick cash, so I ramped up the side hustles. ​On a Friday night, I got a call from a buddy of mine. I went to meet him at a bar, where he was hanging out with a cowork...

With the jet lag, plus the vodka lemons, and all the party chaos going on around me, I had no idea what time of night it was anymore. Brenda and Steve's crowd had taken me into some kind of VIP section of the club, a roped-off area lined with circular lounge couches, separated by thick, heavy red cords that nobody but us seemed to have access to. The bar where Pablo worked was off to the left, just on the other side of th...

​I fell asleep at Isabelle’s place, both of us completely naked, and woke up feeling something ripping across my buttocks. ​I heard Isabelle’s voice. "All done, my baby," she said. "Your little ass looks beautiful." ​I placed my hands on my buttocks, only to find them completely hairless. Isabelle had taken advantage of me sleeping to leave them totally smooth. ​"My baby, I'm sorry," she said. "I just can't stand seeing a...

By eight p.m., it was already dark in the city, and unlike so many other places in the world, this one hadn't let up for a second. The chaos of neon signs, motorcycles, and half-wrecked trucks spun an endless loop where you couldn't tell when the day began or the night ended. After Brenda dropped me off outside the hotel, a grimy old building with hardly any rooms that I'd found on some sketchy online deal a month ago , i...

I live in Miami, and on a Monday night, I decided to get a haircut at a barbershop about half a mile from my place. It was already closed, so I went to a nearby salon instead. The girl who helped me was a stunning woman with straight, jet-black hair and unbelievable beauty. Her name was Isabelle, and there was something different about her, though I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. She had soft hands and liked to gentl...

Three years and eight months. That's how long it had been since I'd last seen Pablo in person. And yet I remembered everything. My screaming, my reproaches, that silence when he closed the apartment door. He did it slowly, not trying to make it a scene, which somehow made it worse. It was all still so vivid it could have been last week. I could have followed him down the stairs, stopped him before he got in that Uber. I c...

My connection with shemales started with the Internet. During my teenage years, I used to watch a lot of porn. I watched a little bit of everything and discovered the most diverse categories of adult videos over time, until I came across shemales, which completely fascinated me. But despite that, I had never actually tried having sex with a trans woman, even after years of curiosity. I never considered myself homosexual;...