His name is Erik but he much prefers to think of himself as Erika. Who is Erik you ask? He is my cuckolded, transgendered ex-husband. My ex-husband Erik is very much a transgendered individual who along the road of life has had three failed but very lively and eventful marriages. We will discuss these interesting marriages very soon, but first a little background on Erik. Erik was born in 1964 and claims that he has been...

Many of us probably grow up believing in the fundamental goodwill of other people. I know that I was raised to think that most people are honest and could be trusted to do the right thing. However, this story describes a couple of situations in my life where I was taken advantage of by others, with very significant consequences. My name is Ed, and I was born and raised in an average, middle-class home just outside of Mont...

I hate bars. I always have. There's nothing for me there. I'm in introvert by nature. There are a lot of introverts who love bars. They go in introverted, but a few drinks later, they're as friendly and obnoxious as they come. Not me. I don't drink. I go in sober and uncomfortable. The longer I'm there, the louder and dumber everyone else gets. I just stay the same. All of this to say that bars really aren't my thing. I w...

Marci called me on the intercom a short time later to tell me that the guys for our 9:45 appointment had arrived. I instructed her to call Louis and ask him to join us in the conference room, then went out and exchanged pleasantries and led them down the hall. I made the necessary introductions when Louis joined us, and Marci inquired as to whether anyone might like a cup of coffee or other beverage and then filled reques...

"What are you watching, Jim?" my wife asked leaning over my shoulder.  "This is the website Karen and Steve keep talking about," I said  "Looks like a lot of naked people. Is it a nude beach?" Nancy asked. "No, don't you remember? Steve keeps telling us about this nudist camp forty miles north of here." Nancy thought for a minute and said, "I thought he was talking about a backpacker's camp of some sort. Do you think they...

I have always felt like there was something missing in my life. It was right in front of me, but never close enough to reach, until I met him. Last Friday, my best friend Tanzy and I went out clubbing, when I accidentally bumped into him. When my arm came into contact with his, electric shocks passed through my body. Looking up at the tall, handsome man, his dark midnight eyes held mine. I tried looking away, but they wer...

He was my friend, he was my colleague, and he was my mate in arms. I, well, I was his best man. Although I am of Indian origin, I was born and bred in the US of A. After I had finished college, I joined the American army where I met Paul. We enrolled together and had been placed on many tours of duty, abroad and at home together. We both had many wounds of war and many tales to tell. Paul was getting married to his childh...

I have recently been thinking about the sexual experiences earlier in my life that have molded my somewhat perverted, bisexual desires. I love to perform oral sex of any kind. Early on I developed a ravenous taste for pussy juice, cum, and even piss. That ultimately led me to my cuckold and cock sucking desires and fantasies. This story chronicles an experience I had while in high school during the 1970s. I think you’ll a...

The main outcome, the way I saw things with Ruby, was that my confidence in my bedroom skills, meager as they still were, was growing. It was eleven o'clock before I'd gotten back from Ruby's apartment. Breakfast had been good, and instructive. But, I was still on a mission. I had to get back to my place. ****** I was sure that Lily would be home at night. She wasn't going to be shoving it in my face if she was still doin...