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As soon as Dr. Griffin returned to the examination room, I knew that the news wasn’t good. I could tell by the way he avoided my eyes as he studied his clipboard and fidgeted with his pen that something was wrong, terribly wrong with me. The ache in my groin that I had been ignoring for so long was indication enough, and as the doctor cleared his throat, I tried to prepare myself for the worst.
“The test results are positive for testicular cancer,” he said abruptly. “Unfortunately, the cancer has spread into both testicles, and neither one of them can be saved. I am scheduling you for a bilateral orchiectomy tomorrow morning if the hospital can fit you in. I am very sorry, Jonathan, but there is nothing else we can do.”
“Nothing else we can do.” The doctor’s words haunted me as I walked out of the medical building and started towards home, knowing full well that it could all have been so easily avoided. If only I had gone in for a checkup when that little lump first appeared in one of my balls last year, I would have been able to save my manhood. Now, in less than twenty-four hours, I was going to be castrated.
I was determined to spend my last night as a man. Instead of walking back to my apartment, I turned around and began to head downtown, towards Rush Street. I would pick up the first girl I could find, pay her whatever she wanted, and screw her until my dick fell off. I wouldn’t be needing it after tomorrow.
I fumbled for the light on the nightstand and turned it on. Five o’clock. In less than two hours, I would be wheeled into an operating room, and when I woke up, I would be a eunuch. She had black hair and a great figure with natural j cup boobs and a massive 40 inch ass.
I had her focus on my balls. My BALLS are about to be removed . She buried her nose in my sack loudly inhaling the musk of my manhood . She lovingly and diligently kissed every inch of my salty sore swollen scrotum and tender testicular gonads . She slobbered on them emphatically , glazing them with saliva .
She licked my epididymis. She sucked my right nut like a lollipop for an hour . My leg shaking as I moaned . She sucked my left for an hour . She sucked both at the same time for an hour . She kissed my cock for 15 minutes and deep throated my dick for an hour . I fucked her titties and that big taht booty. I came so much .
I slept all night protectively holding my balls as I had a nightmare of the doctor not using any numbing and a huge drill piercing my pubic pals.
I looked down at the girl who had given me my last night as a man. Her long black hair curled in ringalettes around her shoulders, and she gazed up at me with deep brown eyes. Without a word, she reached up for me and pulled me towards her, and once again we began making slow, exquisite love. She lowered her head and sucked on me until my weary penis became hard once again, and then she rolled over on her back and asked me to take her from behind. As I thrust myself again and again into her tight ass, tears began to roll down my cheeks and onto her back, and when I finally came for the last time, I cried out in despair.
She said nothing as I got dressed and pulled some money out of my wallet. When I tried to hand it to her, she shook her head, and handed me a card with her name and number on it. “Call me when it’s over,” she said. Before I could respond, she pressed a finger to my lips. “Did you know you talk in your sleep?” she asked.
I shook my head. “What did I say?”
“You were crying about something. I thought you were talking about dying at first, but then you said something about not being able to have sex ever again.”
I started to stammer something, but she cut me off. “You don’t have to tell me anything. I just want you to know that there is another way for you.”
“What do you mean?”
“Just call me after it’s over. There’s a whole other world out there for you. I know from experience.”
I finished dressing in a hurry and left her without another word.
* * *
It was worse than any nightmare. I remember waking up in the recovery room in a paper gown with a catheter draining my scrotum, a dull ache from where my balls used to be. When I was able to sit up and pull back the covers, I saw an empty sac and two bandages along my “bikini line.” As Dr. Griffin explained it to me before I went under, the surgeon made two 4 inch incisions in my lower abdomen, pushed my balls up through my pelvic region, and out they came. A snip here, a stitch there, and I was no longer a man. I lay my head back on my pillow, and cried myself to sleep.
I was released from the hospital the following day, and spent the next week listlessly lolling around my apartment as my scars slowly healed. The pain soon subsided, and although I felt better physically than I had in months, I fell into a deep depression. Dr. Griffin had assured me that the cancer had been completely eliminated, and he told me that testosterone injections to restore my hormonal balance would begin after my follow-up examination in a few days.
Living alone, with no close friends or relatives nearby, I had been too ashamed to tell anybody about my loss. Life no longer seemed worth living. I must have been starved for human contact. But most of all, I missed myself, the man I used to be. For the hundredth time, I pulled her card out of my wallet, only this time I reached for the phone and punched in her number. She answered it on the first ring.
“Hello?”
“Is this Angela?”
“Yes, who’s this?”
“Jonathan.” It occurred to me that she didn’t know my last name. “We met at Gibson’s last week. You gave me your card.”
“Of course. How are you?”
“Pretty bad.”
“When can I see you?” Her voice was firm, businesslike.
“I don’t know. I don’t even know why I called you.” Suddenly all the feelings that I had bottled up came pouring out. She just listened as I sobbed my story to her over the phone.
“Where are you now?” she asked.
“In my apartment.” I gave her the address.
“I’ll be there in half an hour,” she said.
I hadn’t shaved in almost a week, although my beard was hardly noticeable. That’s what happens when you have your balls cut off, I thought morosely as I scrubbed my lean body in the shower and shampooed my long, thick hair. I was barely finished dressing when the buzzer rang.
She was as gorgeous as I remembered, tall and beautifully built, and she had an overnight bag slung over her shoulder. I asked her to sit down, and tried to think of something to say to her as I stared at her beautiful legs. She was wearing a short skirt and a white shirt tied above her navel, but I felt nothing.
“I know how you feel,” she said at length.
“Do you? Do you have any idea what it’s like for a man to look at a beautiful girl, and to be dead below the waist?”
“Yes, I do.”
I stared at her in shock.
“Two years ago, I was raped in prison. A men’s prison,” she added.
My head was spinning. What was she? A transvestite? She couldn’t be. After all, I had made love to her five times. Oh, my God. She used to be a guy. My last night as a man, and I had spent it with a girl who used to be a guy.
“I know what you must be thinking,” she said softly. “Please don’t hate me. I wouldn’t have come here if I didn’t care about you, and I think I can help you.”
I was completely shattered. “Just leave me alone,” I said weakly.
“When I woke up in the prison hospital, they told me what happened to me,” she said with a faraway look in her eyes. “It took two of them to hold me down while the third one screwed my from behind. When I kicked him in the face and broke his nose, he went crazy and cut off my balls with a knife. I almost bled to death.”
I stared at her in horror. This beautiful girl, the last woman I would ever know, had been through something like that, and now she wanted to help me. Compared to what she went through, my operation seemed like a trip to the dentist. How could I not listen to her?
“I was released from prison as soon as my stitches healed, and I tried to get my life back together. I used to work at a bank before I got caught with my hand in the cookie jar. I was trying to find a job when a public assistance lawyer called me. It turned out that the goon who did this to me was a major dealer, and he had a lot of money. They went after his assets, and I got a nice settlement. Enough to have an operation.”
I sat transfixed as she went on. “I’m gay, but I never thought about becoming a woman. But once I lost my balls, the doctors told me I could make it as a chick and have a normal sex life. So I decided, what do I have to lose?”
“You’re beautiful,” I blurted out. “Nobody would ever know.”
“Thanks,” she blushed. “And you know what? I love being a girl now. And I think you would too.”
“No way,” I said. “I’m not gay.”
“So what? Face the facts. You got neutered, same as me. So you’re not a man any more. You’ve got two choices. You can take testosterone shots for the rest of your life and try to get it up, if your head lets you. Or you can go the other way.”
“I don’t want to be a woman.”
“Look at yourself. Just like me, you’re pretty, thin and short for a guy. I would never have suggested this if you didn’t have all the ingredients. We already know how you feel about spending the rest of your life without any balls. Why not find out what it feels like to be a beautiful woman? Who knows, you might just like it.”
It was all so incredibly bizarre. An hour ago, I was resigned to a barren existence. Now a total stranger was opening another door, to a place which terrified me. What would people say? Yet as I looked at her, watched her move and listened to the way she talked, the whole notion somehow seemed less preposterous. “What makes you think I’d like it,” I heard myself ask.
“Maybe you won’t. Why don’t we find out? I brought some things with me, in case you’d like to try. Just for fun. What do you say?”
How could I say no? After a week going stir crazy in my apartment, a beautiful girl wanted to dress me up in her clothes. Okay, so she used to be a guy. What did I have to lose? “If you want to,” I said with a shrug.
With that, she stood up and opened her suitcase on the sofa. She pulled out a dress and held it up to me. “Just as I thought, we’re the same size. This is going to look cute on you.” Before I could respond, she started digging through the suitcase until she found a pair of low heeled pumps. “The moment of truth,” she said. “Try these on.” I steadied myself on her shoulder as I tried to jam my foot into one of her shoes, but it wouldn’t quite fit. “Sit down,” she ordered, and as I fell back into my chair, she produced a knee high stocking and rolled it part way up my leg. “Try it again,” she said, and this time, my foot slid into her shoe without difficulty. “Success,” she said. Eyeing the hair which was matted under the stocking, she ordered me into the bathroom with instructions to shave off everything below my neck.
In a daze, I did as I was told. As I sat in the tub shaving my legs, I tried to get a grip on what was happening to me. Becoming a eunuch had been devastating enough. Could I cope with becoming a woman? I never wanted this, I told myself, but I never wanted to lose my balls either. Was Angela right? There was something about her, an inner strength and self-confidence, which had been missing in me since my operation. Up until my last night as a man, I used to be a take charge guy. Now I was drifting, and even contemplating suicide in my darkest moments. Something about her made me want to live again.
She broke my reverie with a bang on the bathroom door. “Come on, sister, we don’t have all day!” she shouted. “Get your ass out here.” I toweled myself off, marveling at the sensation as the air cooled my denuded body. All of my body hair was gone except for a tiny patch above my now useless package. I wrapped the towel around myself and returned to my living room. “In here,” she called, and I followed her voice into my bedroom. Arrayed on my bed were the dress, a slip, a bra, and a pair of pantyhose. She was holding a pair of panties in her hands.
She tugged at the towel and it dropped to the floor. My dick hung limply as I stepped into her panties and pulled them up my legs. Before I could finish, she reached down and tucked my penis between my legs. My empty scrotum folded around it, and presto! For all the world, I looked like I had a vagina.
Shaken, I let her put the bra through my arms and fasten it behind my back. I watched in silence as she stuffed the cups with knee highs. When she spun me around to face the mirror on my closet door, my mouth dropped. Looking back at me were two girls, and the one in a bra and panties was me. With her smooth arms and legs and the illusion of breasts, she was definitely female. I stared at myself in shock as Angela began to brush my shoulder-length hair, muttering to herself as she tugged on the tangles. “Ouch!” I said.
“Better get used to it, sweetheart. You have a beautiful head of hair, and without that testosterone in your system, you’re going to get to keep it now. I don’t have time to style it today, but if we can just – get - these – damn – tangles out of your hair, I’ll make you presentable. Do you ever wear a ponytail?”
“Sometimes, when I’m jogging or playing softball.”
“Good. It’s gonna look a little different,” she said as she wrapped a scrunchie around my hair. She pulled it higher up the back of my head than I was used to, and played with it until I had bangs over my forehead and spit curls over my ears. If I thought I looked feminine before, I was really bowled over now.
“Okay, let’s see what we can do with this pretty face of yours,” she said. She sat me down on the edge of the bed and went to work with her cosmetics. I had to close my eyes as she brushed and powdered me, not quite believing that a pretty girl who used to be a guy was giving me a makeover. I stared at her as she applied a coat of lipstick to my lips, and when she was finished, she gave me a big smile. “Wow. I’m a miracle worker. Look at yourself!”
She was right. My face had been totally transformed into a girl’s. And I was pretty. I just sat there and stared at myself in the mirror as she started to work on my nails. They hadn’t been clipped in weeks, and she was able to shape and file them into a presentable shape. After she applied a coat of quick dry polish, she had me hold my hands up to dry as she smoothed moisturizing crème over my legs and arms. In all my life, I had never experienced anything like the sensation of being pampered like this. Finally, after all the trauma of my operation and recovery, I felt like I was beginning to come alive again.
But I was unprepared for what happened next. “Let’s see if you can figure out how to put on your pantyhose,” she said with a giggle. I picked up the flimsy nylons and tried to get my foot into one of the legs. “No, stop!” she laughed. “You’ll put your toes right through them. Here, bunch them up, one foot at a time, and slide them up your legs.” I followed her instructions, and as the stockings started to caress my smooth skin, I began to feel a stirring in my dormant penis. Incredulous, I stared as it stiffened and strained against my panties, until it popped to attention before her startled eyes. “Whoa,” she said. “Where did that come from?”
I blushed furiously as I finished pulling my pantyhose up over my waist, a pronounced bulge now showing. “Good thing I brought you a slip,” she said, and she told me to step into it and pull it up over my shoulders. As the silky fabric brushed against my nylons and the smooth skin on my back, my erection intensified. I didn’t understand what was happening to me, but it felt wonderful to be aroused again, even under such bizarre circumstances.
“Okay, Missy, let’s get this dress on you before we both change our minds,” she said. I was about to ask her what she meant when she started to lower it over my head, and when I could see again, I could only stare at my reflection in the full length mirror as she zipped me up from behind. My dress was blue with little white flowers, and it had a high ruffled collar and a gathered waist. The hem fell just above my knees, and she tugged it down to make sure it covered my slip. Then she put the pumps down on the floor in front of me, and once again I steadied myself on her as I stepped into them. I actually gasped when I saw the total effect. My legs looked sensational in heels and stockings.
The next hour was a blur as she instructed me on how to walk in my heels, and gave me tips and pointers on how to sit down in my dress, cross my legs, and hold my hands as I walked. I remember her putting clip-on earrings on my ears and fastening a pendant around my neck, and surprising me with a few spritzes of her cologne. As I started to get used to the strange sensation of wearing woman’s clothing, the arousal in my panties reached a plateau, as if the exquisite moment before orgasm could last forever.
The spell broke when she filled a purse up with a lipstick, compact, and tissues and told me it was time to go. “Go where?” I asked.
“It’s time for a late lunch and some shopping.”
“I’m not going anywhere like this!”
“Do you think I went to all this trouble for nothing? You are taking me to lunch, and then we girls are going to do some shopping. Understood?”
What could I say? Angela had been so nice to me, and I did desperately want to get out of my apartment. But looking like this? What would people say?
“Don’t worry, nobody is going to recognize you,” she said, as if reading my mind. “You are 100% girl now, and I wouldn’t be surprised if we got picked up. Only kidding!” she added when a look of panic came over my face. “I’m not about to share you with anybody. Now let’s go.”
My knees were shaking as I put my keys into my purse and slung it over my shoulder. I followed two steps behind her as we walked down the hall and waited for an elevator. When the elevator doors started to open, I must have jumped. “Relax,” she whispered as we went inside. There were two guys in it, who I knew casually from the health club, and I stared at the lights indicating the floor numbers as we rode down in silence. When the doors opened, Angela stepped outside, and I stood for a second before I realized that the guys were waiting for me to leave first. I hurried after Angela and caught up with her as another guy was holding the front door open for us.
“Didn’t you used to wait for the ladies?” she asked as I fell in alongside her. “It’s nice having guys open doors for you. Almost makes up for having to stand in line at the ladies room.” I tried to keep up with her in my heels, gradually taking shorter steps as I got my rhythm. “Don’t look at your feet,” she scolded me. “You’re a beautiful girl out on the town on a lovely summer afternoon. Swing those hips a little, and make like you’ve been doing this all your life.”
She spied an Italian restaurant with out outdoor seating area and disappeared inside the door. When I caught up with her, she was asking for a table for two outside. We were escorted to a corner table under a market umbrella, and I waited for the maitre’d to pull back my chair and hand me my napkin. “You’re catching on,” she said after he left us with our menus. “Better let me do all the talking. You haven’t had a chance to work on your voice. Don’t worry, it’s okay between us girls, but if you’re like I was, you’ll have stage fright the first time you try it out on a stranger.”
She ordered chardonnay and salads for each of us, and for the next couple of hours we were just two ladies at lunch, talking about nothing in particular as we sipped our wine and got to know each other. She obviously missed intimate human companionship as much as I did, and as she related her checkered past, I could feel a strange bond developing between us. When did she discover she was gay? How did her family react? What made her decide to steal from the bank?
“I’m not sure when they finally disowned me,” she sighed. “By the time I went to prison, they had written me off completely, and they have no idea what happened to me.”
The sweet feeling in my panties spiked when I crossed my legs and felt the delicious nylon rub against my smooth skin. “When did you become a hooker?” I asked.
She actually laughed. “The nerve of you! Trust me, the job market for transsexuals with felony convictions is not so hot. Besides, how else would I get to meet nice people like you? Speaking of which, we need to give you a name.”
“A name?”
“How many girls do you know named Jonathan? Let’s see, how about Jennifer? You won’t have to change the initials on your towels.
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You would think that the longer you live with someone the better you would understand them. Well, it might be true for others, but it certain wasn't true for me. Janice and had been married for eleven years and they had been pretty good years. We were in tune with each other and a lot of the things we did we did without discussion because we knew each other well enough to know what the other would be up for. Janice and I married late in life — later than others in our age group anyway — and...
The next night, the girls gathered at my house. Nick lived a few blocks away, and we decided that my house was the best place to crash. We were meeting the guys there. "Hey guys, is Luke going tonight?" I asked them as I brushed out my hair. Hillary was online, Claudia was doing her makeup, and Rachel and Amanda were content with Diet Cokes and Cosmopolitan on my bed. "No idea, why?" Rachel looked up from the page on mascara's. "Just wondering ... I want to have a good time...
U are lying on your bed, waiting for your boyfriend. U are dressed in fishnet stockings and knee high boots. U have your black and white dress on with a push up bra. Your have just made your hair and put your makeup on, extra shiny lip gloss. U hadn't seen your boyfriend for months and were dying to have him tight between your legs. In the shower earlier U had touched your special place but had thought I'll leave it, he will be here soon. U had already put your toy in your ass to keep it open,...
I was on a bench on the promenade at Playa Las Americas with my coffee and the latest English language newspaper. Looking out over the beach and the clear blue Atlantic. Enjoying the warm morning sun. A vacation in Tenerife was just what I needed. A week away from a stressful few months at work. We'd intended for my wife to be there, but at the last minute she'd had to cancel because of her job. But she told me I should go on my own, anyway. Knowing how much I needed a break. As I sat there I...
My name is Ramnis and I am from Godavarikhani presently working in mm. I just wanted to share one of the most interesting incidents which happened 2004. When I was 30 years and in my official job in govt.company. I had one of my distant uncle wish to give his daughter(heart),but i married other , But I must say she is one of the sexiest women I have ever come across in my life. I don’t know her vital stats but she had good round boobs and her belly was just right. Her ass was good as well. Her...
Hi, My name is Anu. I hope you remember me from the last post. You already know I am a fun-loving girl with beautiful assets. In my last part, I told you how my lust took over me. In this, I will tell you how tables had turned and how I ended up being fucking bitch and enjoyed sex with a stranger. Please read my previous story as it is related to that one. As I mentioned earlier, Mrinal and I played a game where I got the chance to tease him as much as possible. I could see that he was getting...
"I just wish ... I just wish that for ten seconds I could sit next to you and not have to please you, or hook up with you, or give you something to make you happy. God..." "Look, we knew that this was just hooking up from the start ... you obviously thought that it was something more..." "Excuse me? I thought it was something more? You're the one who wouldn't let me go to movies with my best guy friend!" "Because I knew he wanted to get in your fucking pants! I was watching out...
Here's the background information of the story. I was in eleventh grade, having turned seventeen on February 20th. I had a best friend Rachel, whose birthday was on June 1st. We lived in Beverly Hills, California. I guess you could say we were part of the popular crowd. We all hated the stereotypes that went along with it, but when we took a closer look at our lives, we realized that we fitted the stereotypes perfectly. We had nicknamed ourselves Hot Salsa, the hottest group in the school....
I arrived at her house. Ready, willing, and able. I hoped. Let's keep our fingers crossed. I had my overnight bag, towel, gift, and CDs. For Rachel, I had burned two very long CDs, with "our" songs on them. I had even bought one of those Make-Your-Own-CD-Cover kits, and made some really cool covers for them. I had also written her a huge letter, reminiscing about some of our greatest memories, and telling her how much she meant to me as a friend, like-a-sister, etc. As I flip-flopped up...
i said it's too late to apologize, it's too late All of us girls piled into her queen size bed. It was three in the morning, and we were all exhausted. The night had been great. Pretty much. Nick and I had hooked up a bit more, which was always exciting. We had swapped numbers, and he had promised to call me the next day. I had managed to avoid Luke most of the night, except for when I got stuck between him and Paul in the line for the diving board. He had tried to get me to talk, but I...
So this is what a hookup relationship is like, I thought to myself the Friday that followed. I had managed to completely avoid Luke. By hanging out with Nick and posse. Or more like hooking up with Nick. We invited each other to whatever parties we were at, in order to hook up, which was practically every single night. Other than that, there was nothing between us. We didn't do anything together but hook up at each other's parties. It was interesting to say the least. If it was a party of...
"When do you think things are actually going to get serious between Nick and I?" Claudia and I were going running at the park. "Well, aren't you guys just hooking up?" "Yeah, but I'm not hooking up with anyone else, and I don't think he is either." "Hmm..." Claudia had been the queen of random hook ups, she loved hot guys. Until she met Andrew of course, the king of random hook ups ... they had tamed each other. It was kind of cute. "Well, from my experience," and I knew she...
It was about three weeks later. Claudia and I had had our kiss and makeup session. She knew she was wrong to say those things in such a hurtful manner. I had faced my fears, and finally confessed that the things she had said were actually true. So we went back to being best friends. My camp friend Justin called me. He was tall, good looking, and one of the most fascinating and coolest people I had ever met. He wanted to get together, go to dinner and a movie or something. So I told him to...
I threw a party. It was the fourth of July. It was a week after my date with Justin, and things were going well. Claudia was excited that I had finally gotten another guy to add to the bunch (that only consisted of Nick at the time). Rachel was excited because we had gone to camp together, and she knew Justin (we had all wanted to hook up with him). And everyone else was just enjoying their summers to the fullest. So I decided to throw a Fourth of July party. I emailed invitations with the...
"Hi ... it's Lauren," I said when he answered. "Can we talk?" Fifteen minutes later, we were sitting in my kitchen. The bag of pretzels was sitting on the island. He perked up when he spotted the bag. I poured my guts out to him, and he ate pretzels. Man that kid had one huge addiction to pretzels. He always ate them the same way too, just like I did. First the round parts, and then the crisscross. I finished, and watched him eat pretzels. He absorbed it all as he crunched on pretzel...
Growing up in a small rural village in Southern India, life was fairly simple. As with most of rural India, the activities of our womenfolk were restricted to home chores and tending to the cows and goats. We were never allowed to leave the house after sunset and our movements were closely watched by the village elders. Even though I was eighteen, men and women never mingled outside the four walls of their homes. The men, on the other hand enjoyed the sort of freedom us women could never dream...
I sighed, closed my laptop, and turned off the light. It was 1:57am and I had to be at work at 8am - story of my life. I was restless with worry about impressing my boss at my new job, but staying up late and getting five hours of sleep was probably not the way to do it.I was in a state of too much stress, not enough down time, and practically a zero in my sex life. Every 23-year-old's dream, I thought to myself. I fell asleep with this sarcasm on my mind.I awoke in the night and glanced at the...
MasturbationIt is a Wednesday afternoon, and I've come home from college. Unusually, that day my parents were not around the farm – Dad was out with friends at an agricultural show in Hampshire, and Mum was running our stall at one of the farmers markets. After I walk inside, I change my clothes, ready to take one of the horses out for a ride. In addition to the farm, we also run a livery business, providing stabling and equestrian facilities for a number of customers. This is Mum’s business really but, as...
Reluctance'So, here we are again, Greg, we're lying here watching a movie again on a Friday night, but every night, around this time, you seem to need to head out. The movie is almost over now, so what's gonna happen now? You're cuddling with me, and I know you love me, but you still have me wondering.'"Oh, that was some movie, Dahlia," he moaned, arching his back and stretching out.I peeked at the clock again. 'Yes, and you're about to leave, aren't you?'"I'm sorry, babe, but I have some...
VoyeurMy Daughter, Myself By Heather St. Claire Prologue: The Proposal It's a gorgeous late spring day in the Pacific Northwest. A young couple is enjoying a picnic lunch together under a shade tree at a city park. They've spread out a blanket underneath a shade tree and have brought with them a basket full of sandwiches, fresh fruit, cold soda, and assorted other goodies. An old woman (she's going to be 87 next month, and figures she's earned the right to think of herself that way)...
I had just come back from work, and I knew I was going to have the next day off, so I decided to relax. I came home, fixed myself a quick meal, watched some of the game on the T.V, and sat there on my sofa. I felt very lonely, having just come out of a relationship with the woman I thought to be the love of my life. I say there wondering about how it all when wrong, and I ended up thinking to myself, "You know what, it wasn't my fault. I did everything right, and she still chose that...
I Missed Myself By Nom de Plume As soon as Dr. Griffin returned to the examination room, I knew that the news wasn't good. I could tell by the way he avoided my eyes as he studied his clipboard and fidgeted with his pen that something was wrong, terribly wrong with me. The ache in my groin that I had been ignoring for so long was indication enough, and as the doctor cleared his throat, I tried to prepare myself for the worst. "The test results are positive for testicular...
Okay. This is going to be quite a personal series. I'm going to tell you things I've never told to anyone. Why? Because I think it's hot knowing that complete strangers are aware of things not even people closest to me know about, knowing that many of you will touch yourselves, masturbate, and even cum while thinking about me - well I hope you will. Have I got your attention? Now this series (unlike other stories I might write, and most of those that I'm currently working on) is mostly truth....
MasturbationIt was just another normal day in the cheese aisle when I first noticed her. Customers came and went as normal buying all manner of chilled foods. The queue at the deli ebbed and flowed as people clamoured for cheese, cold meats and fresh pizzas. It was my job to manage the staff and ensure all the shelves were fully stocked. In hindsight I didn't pay too much attention the first time, but after four days of seeing her visit my aisles I knew every curve of her body! On day one she bought milk...
LesbianI was excited! More excited than I could ever remember having been in my whole life. After more than fifty years of existing in a life of pleasing my husband, family, relatives, friends and keeping up a facade of an ordinary working woman and mother, I was about to burst out, to shed my old life as a snake sheds its skin. This night I was about to do something that I could never have imagined, and I was buzzing with anticipation.Let me explain. A couple of years ago my life had reached a low...
LesbianFinally, I thought. I have the house all to myself. My wife and I normally work the same schedule, so it leaves me very little time in the house alone. Every once in a while, she'll go out shopping or to get her nails done, but today she was going to work and I had the day off for vacation. She woke me at 8 in the morning to tell me goodbye and--since I consider myself to be a good, caring husband--I got up and saw her out the door. I even watched as she drove away until her car...
This is a true account of a recent experience of mine that I wanted to share with you all, especially as it was inspired by my experiences here on Lush. Recently I’ve become quite excited at the thought of exposing myself in public. Chats with some of you and hearing about your experiences, and writing stories which include elements of public nudity and exhibitionism, have got me quite excited, and made me realise how much I’d like to take it a bit further for real. One of my old boyfriends...
ExhibitionismWhen Asim and I came home, it was as if nothing had ever happened. I examined the lock, but that was only because my instructors had told me it’s a good habit to see if you can spot the scratches most lock-pickers leave. This guy was good: there were no scratches at all. I also reviewed the footage from my spy-cam, but learned nothing more. I also had no idea what prince Omar had been doing in other parts of the house, because I only had enough gear to monitor my own room. By the looks of...
My name is Diwakaran, a 53 year old widower, living near Cochin, in the state of Kerala, in India. I was leading a decent middle class life, until my wife expired last year. This is my real life story. Though I am totally ashamed of myself and my actions, I have only written this, to make other widowers like me, aware of the dangers of loneliness and also the dangers of staying alone with their daughters, during such times of loneliness in life ............My wife and I have only one daughter....
Surprising myself By SG [email protected]: From there to here I couldn’t help but feel dirty walking out of the office of the motel and on this rare occasion I’m not referring to what was going through my mind. Tess had driven us to one of the nastiest motels in town. It’s the kind of place where hourly rentals are more common than nightly. My pussy tingled thinking of what naughty bondage scenario Tess had chosen for me. My name is Pennie and I’m 26. I have blue eye, long dark hair...
My husband left me years ago and, at the time this story begins, I was 31 years old. I'd been feeling horny for most of this particular day but I still hadn't done anything to satisfy my arousal before my teenage son came home after school.At 14 years old, Mark quite small and he was'nt very muscular, and he had short dark hair and was extremely well endowed for a young boy. Yes, I confess I'd seen him in the shower a many times and, although his cock was flaccid, it was impressive. Another...
I love dressing up in women's cloths they feel so smooth and sexy against my skin. A backless pinstripe lycra dress shows off my shoulders and back stretched tight over my peachy round buttocks. A little pair of white lace boxers underneath just visible as the skirt rides my thighs when I admire myself in the mirror. I then peel down my knickers a little and run my hands over my bare ass. Next I lube up a finger and slide it between my cheeks, teasing my tight little hole. One finger...
I am the proud owner of several anal toys and dildos. My two favorites are an 8 inch dildo with a lot of texture and a much thicker man o’war. At 8” in length and 1.5” in diameter the smaller of the two is usually left in the toy box to be used when I don’t have time to play but need something in me for a few hard, fast minutes. The man o’war is almost 10 inches with 8.2 insertable inches and a 2” diameter. This is the only toy in my arsenal that can satisfy my greedy colon 90% of the...
Death happens! First, my dad, then my grandpa and grandma ... and this past year my mom died. Suddenly, I was alone. Alone in this big house ... All by myself! Actually, I had an older sister who lives in the same town, only 35 minutes away. Alone in the four-bedroom home I sometimes find myself rattling around the place. I'm 19, and my name is Robert. My sister lives on the other side of town ... her name is Sarah. She's not married or anything. She just lives right by the college...
I’m feeling a little bit naughty tonight. I’ve been trying to contain myself, but as of late I’ve been so horny and things are finally coming to a head. You see, I’m a student at university. I’ve been living in a dorm room with three other girls and haven’t had the privacy to get off in weeks. But that’s all changing tonight. Even though two of the girls are still in here, I’m going to do it. I need to cum too badly to wait any longer. The lights are off in our room and I’m under the covers in...
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