I must admit that I went kinda far with "artistic license" on a few of my personal stories. i really was a skinny, pretty lil ladyboy whore when I was, um1…young3 My little titties looked very big on my skinny little body too. It's my fondest memory. I was beautiful. Yes, I did a lot of prostitution too. My step f-ther made it possible by using estrogen cream on me because he wanted a fuck toy. He was a sick, selfish fuck. He taught me to suck dick, he trained my ass pussy and I continued training my ass and using the estrogen on my own. I did a few neighbor men and they gave me money and gifts like weed, liquor, jewlry. The neighborhood boys didn't have much to offer except for weed and cool knives and stuff but I would do them free sometimes. Everyone kept it secret because they weren't "faggots" but they kept coming back for more of me. 😉 Yes there was a club where they'd let me in to service the old pervs who wanted a cute little titty boy. They got most of the money though so I had to beg my clients for extra money and gifts. I went to their private homes when their wives and k!ds weren't home, I did some private parties and they made me do really gross disgusting things. I was so foolish putting myself in danger because any one of them could have strangled me and dumped me somewhere but I was careful to get doctors, lawyers, engineers, all educated professional men. Yes I did have an old army foot locker that I painted blue where I kept my dr*gs, money, liquor and …
The Repression of Truth in Erotica
There is a creeping attempt to sanctify the truth in sexual literature in the name of social good. I see it here and in other adult literature boards. It is not the fault of the editors as they try to balance freedom of expression with staying off the censors hate system. Please do not confuse this discussion with the matter of child porn in videos or on line. Here I am talking about the loss of being able to accurately portray stories in words based on real life incidents or fantasies. This is not a promotion of child exploitation. Society would have you think that young people wait until they are of legal age before they pull down their pants and explore the fun parts of their bodies. In truth, the University of Michigan Health System found that children discover their genital parts by age 6 months for boys and 11 months for girls. In fact most children play with their genitals fairly regularly by age 5-6, both boys and girls. (University of Michigan Health Service, web address umich.ed/yourchild/topics/masturbation). Ultra sound evidence indicates boys at least may actually play with themselves in the womb. Playing Doctor and other childhood games are a normal part of development. They do not represent a perversion on the youngster’s part, just human sexual development. By the time society deems it proper for us to discuss consensual sex with minors (age 16 in most areas), 40% of kids have already had sex. I myself was X years old when the neighborhood slut, who was X+ …
The first time, How I became a Hotwife
I have decided to share here some true stories of what has happened over the last 3 years. I am 32 and been married since I was 24. I have two wonderful children and a great husband. We live a normal life in an upper middle class neighborhood. I am fit and love running, yoga, and mild weight lifting. I am 5’-3”, and around 115 pounds. I have D-cup breast which are full, and my husband says I have perfect nipples, the kind he says stick out just the right amount. 4 years ago we had a party and one of our good friends shared that they were swingers. My husband wanted to hear everything about it. Our friend shared that she liked to be with other men and it made her feel young and sexy. My husband and I have always had a great sex life, and we had never talked about playing around. Over the next 6 months my husband started talking about me sleeping with another man. He said he was not that interested in seeing other woman, but the thought of me having sex with another man really turned him on. And to be honest, it did make me a bit horny thinking about it. I told him to be careful of what he asked for. I was not sure he would really be ok with me having sex with another man. Every fall we have an “end of the summer” party where we invite many friends over. We have a very large area behind our deck where we have a barbeque and some games. We have a building next to our house where we keep our RV and have our lawnmowers and tools. In that building we also have an extra refrigerator …
Family Moves Forward Part 5
CHAPTER 10 Well mom was right. We no sooner finished fucking when the doorbell rang. “Who the fuck could that be?” Mom said as she crawled off of my wilting cock. She pulled her summer dress on over her head and headed for the front door. “I’ll get dressed.” I said. “No you don’t have to do that. This is your home, and I’m not going to let anyone in.” She went into the living room and opened the front door. “Mom!. I thought you just called.” “I did, honey, why didn’t you pick up?” “I was busy. I was going to call you back.” “Well I called from the car, I was in the neighborhood and thought I would drop buy. I don’t hear from you,” she said as she walked into the family room, where I was hopping around trying to pull my pants up over my wet cock. “Oh, what’s going on here?” “Nothing Grandma. How are you?” “I’m fine. I was just going to talk to your mother about Sarah. Your Grandmother Wilson called and told me that she came over for a visit.” “A visit Mom?” mom said. “Come on really?” “Well a bit more than a visit,” she said putting her purse down on the coffee table. “Are you going to offer me some tea or coffee?” “Plum out,” mom said. “Really? No tea?” “Okay, Stevie get your grandmother some hot tea. The tea bags are in the canister.” Then she directed my grandmother to sit. “So you’ve been talking to Dave’s mother?” “Yes, and such an idea, no sex except only to have babies?” “That’s what she wanted.” “And you sent her to the Wilson's for advice, and not to me?” “Actually it …
I had 3 way last night and it was awesome
It was a slow sunday night at my favorite bar — which usually means I'm going to find some way to get myself into trouble. I'm drinking a whiskey cocktail when some obscenely young couple slides up next to me. They barely look old enough to be there. He's the typical lanky techbro type with curly hair and glasses, and she's a petite, voluptuous scene girl with pink hair and a houndstooth dress that barely covers her areolas. I didn't think there were any "scene" girls left. What a treat. They looked confused at the menu, and I do love providing clarity on life's problems. So I begin explaining the various drinks to them, and encourage them not to worry — everyone has to start somewhere. They get their drinks and she starts subtly flirting with me. Prolonged eye contact, fidgeting, biting the lip, etc. He's naturally oblivious. They reveal that they're 21, and they've been dating for a year. So we have a few more drinks, share some more stories, and eventually the conversation comes around to sex. We start idly discussing fantasies and she mentions, "I've always wanted to be fucked by two guys at once". I quip that she certainly seems up to the task, but I barely know her. We have a good laugh and finish our drinks. Amateur night, but I suppose I'm the magnanimous type. They mentioned that they're looking for a neighborhood, so I invite them to my place for one last whiskey. We arrive at my condo and within the first drink, she starts turning the conversation back to sex. …
Samantha by loyalsock
She couldn't help herself, even though it was so dangerous now, this collection of pornography. Sex, it all its guises, all its forms, had always fascinated her, reached into her deeply. She'd been building it for years, harvesting the best from the floods of pornography that flowed across the net in the days before the ultra right took over things in the country. After that, many of her e-mail pen pals disappeared, one by one. Too many had careers or families to protect, and the net had become a dangerous place. The person who traded hot pics or stories with you one day might knock on your door with a badge and warrant the next. After college Samantha met a nice man, a bit up tight and old fashioned, but he treated her well. He joined the Promisers, bought a nice house in a nice neighborhood to hold his young trophy wife, and with a little persuasion, bought her a computer for her to keep in touch with the girls. And keep in touch Samantha did. Within weeks she was back in contact with the kink underground. Her collection of stories and artwork, safely stored away on disks, came out of hiding. She traded her best for newer stories and even more extreme artwork. Fantasies darker and hotter than she'd imagined possible found their way into her collection, and Samantha began to wish for a husband a little less old fashioned. When the knock came she was finishing a cup of coffee in front of the TV. She opened the front door and found herself face to face with a man and woman, …