I used to work in a lot of different places. One job I still do is fixing computers. The pay is good and usually an average client needs you to work for 10-30 minutes. Son on a good weekend you could earn a full week’s salary, while working for 6-8 hours over two days. Most
*Olive’s story… Olive was a sweet little femboy standing in front of the bathroom mirror getting ready. His makeup was completed and his large beautiful dark eyes shone brightly as he examined himself. His true love waited on the other side of the door. The man was taking Olive on a special trip tomorrow to
Levy and I met in the sauna at my gym. He was a large man, maybe 6’6”, and close to 300lbs (mostly muscle with a slight gut). He had dark, African skin, short hair with a clean line up and a beard that looked like it was straight out of the movie “300”. He didn’t
I arrive at the Hilton Garden Inn before nightfall. In advance, I had made reservations for a handicap room as these rooms have a nice big walk-in shower and me being handicapped as well. From inside one of the bags that I had packed, I pull out all of the interesting toys that I brought.
For about six years I had only experienced sex with men. I enjoyed being seduced by older men in my teens and the amazing thrills they gave me would never be forgotten. Total strangers taught me to suck cock and swallow cum, to fuck men, to be able to have cocks fuck me, and of
I grew up with a sister mom and dad. everyone was always nude, me and my sister were tought at a very young age to be comfortable with out bodys and clothing was optional, me and my sister would swim at a lake we had on our 160 acre property so we could be nude
What it is to be a mother! And at that, a mother who one day, like it was nothing, insisted that her highly strung virgin son practice sexual intercourse pussy. It was unplanned. It just happened by some strange train of thought after it became apparent that Michael couldn’t control himself enough around girls to
‘Look, it’s really no big deal. You’re getting stressed out for nothing,’ Karen dismissed, cutting him off. It had taken long enough to get her son Michael to open up about what had gotten into him lately. She was instinctive enough to know why. He was a little past that age now at 18, but
I’m just on the ferry heading back home. I’m thinking lots of coffee – maybe via an IV drip – and a slice of pizza or two. But mostly I’m thinking of what will happen post-caffeine and sustenance while I’m suggesting all this to Dan, who’s closer to home and already done for the day!
My stepsister Amy and I were very close. Our parents got married when I was 14 and she was 15, and we became instant friends. We loved all the same things – video games, basketball, making fun of dumb TV shows. Our parents had expected some awkwardness with two teenagers suddenly living in the same
