Just writing this down is a problem. I never thought that choosing the right pronoun would lead me to endless inner debate. And I’m a college teacher! I should know these things. And I should have known better than to go down the path of temptation. It was summer, two years ago. I was leading a six-week program for American college students in Italy. My wife was going to come over for two weeks after the classes ended. Wi...

I spot this cute girl. She has got on a short skirt and and tight top. She is wearing heels and her long silky hair flows down her back. She does not know I am watching her. I do not know who she is but I follow her home. She lives alone. I watch her through the living room window. She takes off her heels. She is totally in her own world.I will pause here and introduce myself since I will be sharing so much with you. My n...

After breakfast Satin heads back to her place and I head for mine. When I arrive and sit down on the couch, I open my laptop and see" “Truth or Dare?” Dammit, not what I want to see right now. The hell with it, I’m in a good mood. “Dare.” I wait what seems like hours for a response. “Come over now.” She must have written the email last night because of how long it took her to reply. I started getting excited all over agai...

I woke up later than morning and Tyssa was already up and in the kitchen. I climbed out of bed and walked into the kitchen. She was busy preparing coffee, so I walked up behind her and I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her tight. I kissed the back of her neck and said “Good morning.” “Good morning, would you like a cup of coffee?” she asked. “I sure would and is it ok if I make myself at home?” I replied back. She l...

Tyssa’s Place Part 2 (Continued from Hustled at Pool) I arrived at the bar and Dave was waiting for me with a beer. I walked up and took it from him as I handed him my keys. I started to take a drink when Dave asked how the game of pool turned out. “Well, let’s just say that we beat each other. I beat her and she beat me.” “We both suck, that is why it took so long.” I commented. I had to laugh to myself, because if he re...

“Truth or dare?” appeared on the screen. Really, on a Tuesday morning? “Ok, dare. But you know I have to go to work today.” What are the odds this is a bad one? “Wait a minute, I never asked you truth or dare so now it’s an automatic dare for you! Let me think about this one after what you made me do last time.” Then I signed off and got ready for work. I was still confused about the last time we played and she brought me...

It all started one day when I was invited to my best friend Dave’s house for a house warming party. He had just purchased the house after a harsh divorce and he wanted to break it in the right way. So, he invited a few friends who in turn invited friends. It turned out to be a bigger party than what he was expecting. The more the merrier was all he could say. There were at least 60 people in all running throughout his hou...

“Truth or Dare?” Really? That’s the first thing I see on a Sunday morning. I had just woken up after a night of beers and BBQ. We were out pretty late and I tied on a good buzz. Oh well, I agreed to play the game with her and it didn’t matter when or where. We had to answer as soon as we saw the message. So here we go. “Truth” is my response. The question popped up right away. “How many times did you jerk off this week?”...

We met in a bar after I noticed her sweet smile from across the room. As we meet at the bar I offer to buy her drink. We nervously chat and sit down together. As we chat our hands touch for the first time under the table and I feel the excitement for the first time. We leave the bar and walk down by the river, holding hands until I pull her in to me and kiss her, soft and gentle before our tongues touch. As we make out my...

Pam and her husband John were your average couple. Enjoying midlife with still a healthy sex life. They enjoyed experimenting with different things. When women learned what John did for a living, they had fantasies of their own. John was a firefighter and chief of his department. His job required him to stay in good physical condition. Standing at 6 feet, with dark hair he often got the sly comments about playing with his...

This is a work of fiction as told by may alter-ego Laura and this is my story of how I seduced a guy.. I'm a young transexual girl. I am 5 foot 7 with a vivacious curvy figure. You would love my long curly shiny brunette hair and beautiful dark brown eyes and full soft lips. I have a lovely pair of firm round breast with juicy sensitive nipples.. My shapely figures looks great in a tight fitting short black dress that I l...

This story continues from my previous story “Breakdown”. It had been a few weeks since I had experienced being with a shemale. Alison was a beautiful big breasted, black-haired shemale. My wife, Sally, had found her underwear, hidden beneath the armchair on which we'd fucked each others brains out. Now she wanted to arrange a time for Alison to come over and spend some time, showing me how I betrayed her and that I would...

The story begins when I was on a friends’ holiday a number of years ago, there was a group of us who went to college together, ten of us all together, 6 lads and 4 girls, and we were all good friends and had been through school as well together. Anyway as we approached our final exams, we thought it would be fun to go for two weeks of sun before we all inevitably followed our different career paths. We arranged to go to P...

The Sunday Coin Toss The Toss As I watched, the coin seemed to flip in slow motion as it looped lazily through the air. It was Jane's turn to call it, and this time the said “tails” just as the quarter reached the apex of its flight. As the coin began the drop into my hand, before it even landed, I sensed I had lost the toss. A sense of excitement sent a rush of adrenaline into my stomach. Tails it was. Jane smiled with a...

I was not one for cheap tricks and theatrics, but I did enjoy to be alone more often then not. My girlfriends would always try to push me to go shopping here, or get my nails done there. None of these things truly interested me. I wanted to be at home. Cooped up in my living room with all the shades closed. I looked forward to that special “me” time. Where I could really get myself worked up by reading my favorite story,...