Apparently, some tech bro who works for Pornhub really liked my story, Camera Shy, and somehow traced me to my real email address with a simple inquiry: Can I film a reenactment of Camera Shy? With you in the starring role? I was flustered, scared, and yes a little intrigued, but I explained to him that I was married and didn’t crossdress anymore. I sent the email and was overcome with anxiety. Someone knew who I was. Wha...

Things never turn out the way you expect, or so the saying goes. The saying should be expanded. Sometimes, things turn out in ways you couldn’t possibly expect, and then become things that, prior to them turning out, you didn’t even know were the things you were supposed to be expecting… Does that make sense? When Y’Dryth and its vassal planets finally disappear in our proverbial rear-view mirror and we’re literally four...

Mel began sucking on my ear as her hand moved into my pants. Her fingers began rimming my pucker to lube me up for my impending penetration. As both of her digits moved through my anal ring, I sighed quietly. With her lips at my ear and nibbling on my lobe, Mel breathlessly offered, "How does it feel being finger-fucked in the ass on a movie set?" "Forget the movie set. It just feels great to have you in my ass. Mmmm!" "I...

Chapter 10: Lydia Invites Tamara and Me Over Monday morning at work wasn’t awkward at all. Just Tamara stopping by my office, seemingly to confirm that all that had happened had, actually, happened. I confirmed it in the clearest way I could. “On your knees,” I commanded quietly but forcefully. And, as she moved to obey, I said to her, “For the present time, that is the only command I plan to give you in the office. The r...

Chapter 4: The Revival Three days later I returned home, opened my front door, and had an instant hard-on. The first thing I saw was Claire’s beautiful ass, once again wiggling at me, this time as she was taking Lou’s massive cock in her mouth. I quickly noticed the top of my wife’s head, licking at Claire’s cunt from below. She stopped momentarily, moaning, and I realized Lou must have just pulled out of Claire’s mouth a...

Chapter 9: Saturday Night Gets Intense I’d gone out shopping for dinner and stopped by the sex toy shop for a surprise, but I was the one in for a surprise when I got home. I only had three bags, two for groceries and one for our new toy, so it was easy to set them down and feast my eyes on a scene out of a porn video. Ron had Tamara’s hands and feet all tied together with what I was guessing were Ron’s ties — there were...

Jottings from my diary made during a career in flying spanning thirty-eight years. One I flew in the Royal Air Force from the age of twenty-one to twenty-eight. I enjoyed various postings, both in the UK and abroad. I left and joined a civil airline based in Luton. This story begins one month after I finished my conversion training onto the Boeing 707. The airline flew once a week to Saint Lucia, in the Caribbean. The fli...

Manchester for three days. The worst possible layover on the roster. There were several reasons why nobody wanted to do the three-day rotation out of Manchester. One was that all the flights were night departures to a Greek destination with a return early in the morning. The second reason was that the crew stayed at the airport hotel, The Holiday Inn Express, right on the M56 interchange. The other reason was that there w...

If this was paradise, Darcy was gravely disappointed. They left Kansas in the wee hours of the morning, planning to arrive in time to enjoy drinks on the beach. Instead, they were being hurried through the gravel path, in the dark jungle, to their private hut in the wee hours of the night. After twenty-some hours of missed flights, lost luggage, and airport food, paradise was definitely lost on her. After warm showers to...

"Små grodorna, är lustiga att se…" There is something surreal about pretending to be a little frog, hopping around a phallic maypole during Swedish Midsummer. "The celebration is all about fertility," Maria giggled to herself as she hopped, combining her knowledge of Swedish history and biology from the folkhogskola where she was studying abroad for the summer. "When frogs mate, one frog clasps the other in an embrace cal...