My name is Jessica, I'm a transsexual, and this is my story. I was born a boy in 1985, and my parents named me Ben, short for Benjamin. As I grew older I felt odd in a boy's body because I would watch my mum brush her hair, put on lipstick, make herself look beautiful to go out and I wanted to look like her. My dad had tried to encourage me to join my school's football team but I wasn't interested. In my late teens, inste...

I had only been at college for a few weeks and had a dorm room to myself, which was nice as I was able to decorate it. But I could only do half of the room, as I was waiting for my new room mate to arrive. Okay, let me introduce myself, my name is Lola Harold, nineteen years old, and a virgin. I had been living with my mum until I went to college. I was waiting for the right time, moment, and right person to have the firs...

I was cumming, the roiling sensation of my climax washing through me like a violent storm as Lilliandra slammed her huge cock into me hard and deep and Misha sucked greedily at my bucking prick. And I wasn’t the only one. With me lying on my back, my ankles on Lillian’s slim, Spanish shoulders and her fat, powerful shaft plundering my depths while the exotically beautiful Misha’s soft, pink, Asian lips and tongue worked o...

Jason sat on the bed with Brianna, a lump in his throat. "What is it," she said, "you are really freaking me out." Jason fumbled his words, straining to maintain eye contact as he looked into her deep beautiful blue eyes. "I'm not sure how to tell you this really so I guess I will just come out and say it." The irony of his choice of words was not lost on him. Five years earlier Brianna's name was Bryan and she came out t...

A little bit about myself, my name is Dave, I'm about 6 foot 1. I go to the gym a lot so I'd say I've got a fairly decent body without trying to brag. I'm eighteen years old and I live in London, England. In high school, I had a girlfriend, Nikki, she was a petite 5 foot 3, but like me, she loved going to the gym, and towards the end of our relationship the squats were really paying off, and by that I mean, her ass was to...

My name is Steve, and I have always been straight. It was a Saturday night and I wanted to head into San Francisco to listen to some jazz. It was about 7:30 when I arrived, and there were not many people yet or women to watch. The band had set up and had been playing for approximately half an hour. I was sitting on a couch and had some room for others to sit next to me. I saw the door open and a tall strawberry blonde wal...

Liam and Christie lay in the bed together, both massively erect. Both were awake and aware that Liam's erection was nuzzling between Christie's bum cheeks, but both were hesitant, nervous to make the first move.Liam felt Christie's bottom gently tense against his shaft and he couldn't help but smile. He tensed his penis in response and the stiffening of his shaft eased his cock between Christie's cheeks at little bit more...

I work the afternoon shift at a local convenience store and this is the story of when I met Lisa. I am twenty eight, not muscular but not fat. I stand around five-nine so I am not exactly a giant but I am tall enough. Short black hair and blue eyes that the ladies loved. Corner stores are funny sometimes. Usually, it is fairly boring, and not much really happens but sometimes you get the weirdoes or the desperate people....

It was morning and I had just woken up from another great night’s sleep. Once again, Klintuck was gone and out doing something else. I started to wonder if an alien even needed to sleep as much as humans did. I sat up in bed to stretch before looking down at my body. Lately I had a lot of pride as well as pleasure looking down at my sexy body. It was still kind of new to me on the rare occasion, but it was always a great...

Boxes in the hall and sweaty workmen moving them into the apartment across from mine. This is what I find on a Saturday morning when I go outside. A new neighbor. Hope he or she is better than the last one. An old hag who was always complaining about everything. Finally kicked the bucket. I turn to walk away. “Hi, you must be my new neighbor.” Certainly doesn’t sound like an old hag, sounds quite nice actually. I turn aro...

In my younger days, Saturday Night was either date night or barhopping night. In either case my goal was to get laid. I was a good-looking guy and often succeeded. Tonight was a barhopping night. I left my place around ten, and stopped at a few of my favorite spots. I’d have a drink and if they were slow, I’d move on to another bar, and repeat that until I was ready to call it a night or found a woman to hook-up with. No...