I probably shouldn’t be writing anything out in public about my former best friend, Lenny Mazurka, but now that he is dead and buried, I can only say, What’s the problem?Lenny and I go way back.Back before his womanizing became a national scandal and images of his schlong were posted on billboards and sides of city buses like some sort of heretical endorsement of a hedonistic lifestyle. I had a good laugh right after the...

A young man is introduced to the pleasure of making love to a woman by his friend's grandmother. This story runs about 25 minutes. 

The craigslist ad was in the MW4M section."Couple seeking bi man to take husband to the next level. She uses strap-on on him, now she wants him to experience cock for first time." The contact info indicated that they lived in my own town.There were a couple of pics attached. She was equipped with a big shiny black rubber cock poking out from under the hem of a short latex skirt. Tiny frame, nice titties. The mask she was...

We are used to reading the stories on here about couples first times at clubs or meeting others and they always seem to have been the perfect meet.Here is our story of our first meet.We had discussed for many years, our fantasies about swinging and having sex with other people, but had never felt ready to make the next step.On a lovely Sunday morning in August we decided to take a walk along the beach. The sand was clean,...

A few months went by. I was camming regularly, either solo or with Dave nearly every day. I had a few dates with girls in the meantime, but they hadn't gone anywhere. I still felt straight, but I was fully immersed in my non-straight sexual exploration. I came home from work one afternoon and the house was quiet. I remembered that nearly all of my roomies were away for some reason or another. Only Pete would have been the...

After I finished university, I struggled for a good-paying job, and money was tight. But I couldn't face living back at home. I managed to find a room to myself in a house-share with two other guys and three women. We were mostly in our early twenties and doing various entry-level jobs. One guy, Pete, was older, about forty five. He was on a temporary assignment in our city and didn't want the hassle of renting somewhere...

Amy had left Phillip and me in bed together after a night of fun. It was intentional, hoping that her two boyfriends would have sex without her. She knew I would give her all the details later. And there were details. After an initial handjob round, Phillip had gotten me into his skimpiest bikini underwear and both of us were amazingly turned on. Later that evening I was on my way to put on a fashion show for Amy.“So...?”...

A new dayA new friendSmilesBlushingButterfliesJoy!Beaming!FlirtingInvitationAnticipation...PreparationLipstick...which shade?That shade!Dress...Little black dress?No. White dress?No. Purple?No. Little red dress!Shoes...Which shoes?Those shoes!MirrorPerfectionReady...Check hairWaiting...Check timeWaiting...Excruciating Check lipstickDoorbell!!!Panic!ButterfliesExcitement!Check hairPauseDeep breathComposure Open doorBeaming...

I sat at the bar and ordered a beer.  The TV in front of me had a game on.  I wasn't very interested in watching sports on TV, so I asked the bartender to turn the tv to bar trivia and to please hand me a device.  I'd parked my car right in front of the door to the bar unintentially, but I had a clear view of it from my seat at the bar.  Unexplainably, I kept looking at my car through the glass door every few minutes, whi...

My name is Jake. This is the story of how I began my rebellion.I am not a born rebel. Rebellion was something I used to frown upon. Kids just wanted attention, I thought, they were lazy, they liked to disrupt everything for their own amusement. I was one of the 'good kids', not a genius perhaps, but I followed the rules. That all changed the year my girlfriend got deported.It was our last year of high school. We both had...

A little background: In my college English Composition class our teacher gave us the task of writing an essay on a true event that changed our lives. The following is the essay I wanted to write, but could never hand into my teacher. Until the night in question, I was by most definitions a good girl. I’d slept with only two guys and compared to some of my friends that was on the low side. One of them was a guy that I shou...

Charles and my first swinging experience wasn’t at all what we expected. Of course, we really didn't know what to expect, but we were both excited and willing to go all the way with sharing intimacy. And I know I was excited about the prospect of getting laid by a relative stranger and my husband Charles was completely prepared to watch me have sex and orgasms with someone else. We met them on a swinging web-site in South...

I finished my beer and set the empty bottle on the rickety table. “I’m gonna wander on up the street and see what’s happening. Anyone wanna come?” I announced, rising from my seat.“Yeah I’ll go, but I gotta piss first,” Sarge said, draining the last of his beer.“We’ll catch up in a bit,” Digger added.I nodded and made my way outside. The cool night air felt good as I turned to admire the historic station to my right and t...