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What s Her Face

We’d just finished a set and the sweat was sliding down the sides of my face, above and under my lip in streams and I wanted to hop in the shower right then and there. I was already a little tipsy, so the music and the screaming from the crowd joined and it all just sounded like a night club. They began to blend, show after show. You can’t tell when the crowd is cheering anymore. You can’t tell when a girl is screeching or a guy is hollering. It all sounds like one thing, gigging, which I had...

Somewhat Silent Library Escapades

I glanced nervously over my shoulder. The silence of the library was eerie under these circumstances. I was failing my history course this semester and rumors were often whispered about my lecturer, Paul Jones. I paced the history corner where I had been told to meet him and anxiously flattened my inappropriately short skirt. I was willing to sleep with him for the seven I wanted but I was under the impression that it would be private, in his office or apartment. I put my hands against the...

WHATEVER YOU LIKE

I was too confident. I was so pleased with myself, so full of myself, that it made me careless. However, it was understandable – for the third time in the space of only ten days, I had run better than ever before, and attained a new Personal Best. And what a time to do it, as well! – for the selectors were in the process of choosing the British team for the greatest event of any athlete’s career – the Olympic Games – which in just six weeks’ time would open in London, my own home...

Whatever

“So where are you headed?”“Wherever.”“Is that a plan or a statement of fact?”“Whatever.”The girl leans back and begins tapping on her mobile, completely absorbed, the way young people do. I say girl; I suppose she’s a young woman, but I estimate her age to early to mid twenties, and at my time of life she counts as a girl. On the other hand, I’m useless at judging ages.Normally I wouldn’t pick up a hitchhiker. Not anymore. At first I wasn’t going to pick this one up either. I don’t know why I...

Whatever Works Part 1

"Watch it pizza face!" It was far from the most original thing I've heard. The school thug Daniel Thomas knocked into me sending all my papers and books flying. Normally I'd just walk away, but today I wasn't feeling it. "Glad you know what pizza looks like considering it's the only thing your family can afford!" And then I felt it. As I came to, Dan and a couple of his friends were snickering and I was lying in the pile of my things. A girl with long red hair and brilliant green eyes...

Whatever Happened to Wonder Woman The Amazons

Despite quitting the Justice League and retiring from being a superhero, everyone believed her to be Wonder Woman, yet she had so far avoided meeting Wonder Woman's people, the Amazons, worried they would realise she was an imposter. But no meeting can be put off forever.... (Note: This story is part of a series. If you haven't read the others then, at the very least, you should read WHATEVER HAPPENED TO WONDER WOMAN? before reading this one.) WHATEVER HAPPENED TO WONDER WOMAN:...

Whatever Happened to Wonder Woman The First Day

This is the events of 'Whatever Happened to Wonder Woman?', as experienced by Maggie Jones. Think you know the full story? You don't. WHATEVER HAPPENED TO WONDER WOMAN: THE FIRST DAY by BobH (c) 2020. (Note: Obviously, this one contains spoilers for 'Whatever Happened to Wonder Woman?') - 1 - I woke shortly before 1 p.m. and sighed, my breath misting before me in the cold air of my trailer. The afternoon light coming in through...

What s In Your Night Stand

What's in your night stand? A drabble by RH Music "May I look through your night stand?" "Ahh, well, there's some strange stuff in there..." "I hope so! I hate boring night stands." Sifting through the contents, she found the pornography, the dildo, and the bra. "How delicious!" she giggled. "Let's check out your closets." "Wait!" "Yes?" "We just met... where is this headed?" She stepped close and caressed my cheek. "I want your life to be laid bare. I want to expose...

What s Taking So Long Epilogue

What's Taking So Long? (Epilog) By Jamie I was going to try and sneak my comments into Briana's story just before she posted them. But I figured that I'd wait till the end, so as not to spoil her writing. There are some things that you need to know. Some of you have probably guessed that I orchestrated Brian's transformation. And, you are correct. I did know of his female side before we were married, thanks to his Mom. She is a real sweetheart. Knowing that he had a feminine side...

What s in a Name

What's in a name? Revisions, revisions, revisions, nothing but revisions. How can I ever concentrate on getting something new done, when all I have is people asking me to rewrite what I've already put down on paper. Not my idea of fun, which is why it is a bad thing I tried to be a writer, I guess. I just don't have the inclination to go back to something I slaved over the first time and rewrite it to conform to someone else's expectations, when I thought it was fine the first...

What s a Girl to do

What's a Girl To Do? It all began when I said that I felt cold in my boxer shorts, trousers and shirt. "That's because you are wearing the wrong clothing, Graham," my boyfriend Julian said. "Besides those brown trousers really don't go with your pink shirt." Julian is very fashion conscious and looks beautiful both when he dresses as a man or when he performs in drag. Whilst I don't mind Julian wearing drag when we go clubbing at The Out There Club I have never worn it myself...

What s Good For You

You finish arranging the toys laid out all along a table just as he walks in, freshly clean and shaved.You take his chin in your hand and tilt his head to one side, then the other, inspecting his work. "Mmm... It'll do."You push him down to bend over the bed and turn to the table to pick up the first of many toys you've brought with you."I want to see how much you can take," you say with a grin as you walk back over to him.You pour some lube in your hand before beginning to coat his asshole...

What s That Sound

Chapter 1 This all started the day I was leaving school to walk home and passed the middle school right next to my high school; there was Sara, my best friend Mike's girlfriend, standing waiting for her mother to pick her up. I said hello and she just sniffled and mumbled something, then wrote her phone number of a piece of paper and said for me to call her later. I'd almost forgotten it when, about five o'clock, I saw the note sitting on my bed. So, I called the number and she answered,...

What s a Slut

Let me start by saying this is my first of hopefully many stories. My stories are written for a specific audience. I will be writing about some of my favorite experiences with girls I have met in my life, so that is mainly teenage stories and situations. Nothing romantic. Also, I don't use toys, whips, dildos, or make out with my cousins. I'm also not married and neither are any of the girls in my stories because they aren't old, although they may have boyfriends. So if you like Incest,...

What s Up Doc

NANCY: What's up, Doc? DANNY: Who's this? NANCY: Nurse Ratchet. DANNY: Holy Shit! I haven't heard from you in over 25 years. How'd you find me? NANCY: Haven't you heard of the Internet, silly? It's not like your name is Smith or Jones or something like that. DANNY: How are you? Where are you? NANCY: I'm fine. A little older, put on just a couple of pounds. Still back here in Chicago. Pete died about ten years ago. I just retired from my City job. DANNY: Damn! I was really sorry...

Whatever Happened to Andy Crewson

Author's note: This is a work of fiction and fantasy. References to the Vietnam War and Naval Aviation in general as well as to Naval Air Station Miramar in particular were done for story background; there is no actual resemblance to real persons, Navy Fighter Squadrons, Aircraft Carriers or factual happenings. These characters, entities, and events took flight solely in the "theater of my imagination." There they will remain. Suffice it to say, I have nothing but the...

Whatever Your Heart Desires Part 2

This story was originally posted on another web site as a six-part series. Part One (already posted here) has just been voted that site's 2004 Reader's Choice Award for Outstanding Transsexual/Crossdresser fiction. As you might expect, I'm proud of that. Through a stupid oversight on my part, I never followed up on this site with Parts Two through Six. They are included here, in their entirety. For those of you who posted those wonderful reviews of Part One, Mea Culpa. -...

Whatever Gets You Through The Night

What Ever Gets You Through The Night. By Hotfeet (All location references are to the UK) I watched the surreal landscape pass by. A mixture of ghostly fields and towns, mixed with the near white blur of hedges and trees. It was late January. The weather had suddenly changed from surprisingly mild, to a more seasonal frosty. After three hours on the train, I had become lost in my own thoughts. I’d almost forgotten why I was journeying down south. My life at...

Whatever You Want

Sonia hovered nervously outside his room, trying to muster the courage to knock on the door. She knew she was going to be in trouble and that did not detach from the even greater problem that loomed on the horizon. Okay, so she had been foolish, she should have attended the lessons and kept up with her course work — too late now! She took a deep breath, smoothed her skirt down her thighs and knocked on his door. "Come in!" Professor Watson looked up from his large desk where he sat reviewing...

Whatever I Say Goes

Text: I want you. The text was simple and made the phone in his pocket vibrate once with a small, happy-sounding chirp upon delivery. He thought about checking it but ignored it in favor of the conversation going on at the table around him. It wasn’t that he was paying much attention to what was being said, exactly, but it felt wrong to check the text when the discussion around him was more serious than a conversation about the weather. He looked across the table and watched as his girlfriend...

Whatever Your Heart Desires Part 1

Whatever Your Heart Desires By Cherysse St. Claire© I had never had a problem with men before I met my husband. I never allowed men to become a problem. Throughout high school, college, then after, men flocked to me. Tall or short, muscular or slender, boisterous or introverted ? I attracted them all. I made them crazy with desire for me ? and still do. I am not a saint. I am not ashamed to use my looks, sensual sapphire eyes, long, shapely legs and killer body to get what...

Whatever Lola Wants

Whatever Lola Wants Synopsis: An irresistible young woman tells her sad tale to her lover - an unbelievable tale that bespeaks doom for the man. [email protected] ********************************************************************** Whatever Lola Wants "Come on, big boy, I _know_ you've got another shot in you. Look at my big boobs, swaying so tantalizingly for you, so big and full and perky. Just the way you like them, aren't they?" And I know you have...

Whatever it Takes

She looks at you with those pretty blue eyes. The confusion and pain on her face stabs you with guilt for what you have just said to her. You feel like the biggest asshole in the world. "But I don't understand," she says in a cracked voice, and you can see the tears are going to start coming soon. "I thought you loved me!" Fuck. This sucks. As many times as you've broken up with girls before, you'd think you'd be used to it by now. But it's always a shitty feeling when you have to reveal what...

Whatever

To give a bit of a back story, Samuel worked in the same office I did but in different departments. I only knew him after matching with him on the dating app Tinder. He is from Mauritius and this story is based in Malaysia, where I am from. He is a short lean guy, just an inch taller than me. I am short and slender and a Malaysian Indian, so my brown complexion was slightly lighter than that of Samuel's. I would say that my ass and eyes were my best features. And Samuel had this French accent...

Whatever

The world looks strange. It wasn't the spinning. Chris had accepted that his world now rotated to the left at various speeds. That hopefully would change soon, once modern medicine and archaic prayers did their thing, but he was nothing if not a realist. For now, the world spun. No, what was strange was the ceiling. His head tilted right. The world went left. Yes. Something was wrong with this picture. The surface had things on it. Things with writing, what looked like boxes. Chris's eyes...

Whatever It TakesChapter 6

Josie surprised me the next morning by agreeing to my renewed offer of a restaurant breakfast. "We might as well," she said. "Minneapolis is in the Central Time Zone. We can't call Reggie Johannson or Everett Bell until at least after ten here." I was relieved to see that all my earthly possessions were still undisturbed in my little car. Figuring we wouldn't tempt fate any further, we took Josie's Hyundai Santa Fe to breakfast. Back at her house by 10:30, Josie made the call....

Whatever It TakesChapter 10

"Your slider don't slide all that much," Bowman told me after observing a half-dozen attempts from behind his granddaughter-catcher at home plate. "Barely started trying to learn it," I said. Bowman's appraisal wasn't any surprise, although I'd naturally hoped to hear something slightly more encouraging. "That'll do it for today, Bets," he told the young woman. "Nice job... And what did you think of our young pitcher, here?" "He throws hard," she said, readily enough....

Whatever It TakesChapter 14

The Mexican Pacific League season was about to begin, and whatever they did down there for pre-season preparation, I was going to miss. But I got Bill to agree to a day and a half wait before we left the Twin Cities. I needed to break this news to Josie as gently as possible. Maybe I would be better off, I thought, if we just jumped on the next plane and I called her during our layover in Phoenix. The timing couldn't have been much worse. That night -- a single day to go before we had to...

Whatever You Want

Chris took off his suit jacket and loosened his tie before heading into the kitchen. He tossed his jacket over one of the chairs and opened the refrigerator. Not surprising, there wasn’t a whole lot in it, and he shut the door with a sigh. Since his wife died, Chris had a hard time with the domestic end of things. Actually, he had a hard time with most aspects of his life, except bringing money home. Even with Taylor, who he used to have a natural, easy relationship with, things were rocky....

Whatever I Can Do What I Want

"Whatever! I can do what I want!" "I'm not trying to tell you what to fucking do!" "Fuck it, you stupid bitches, let's do this!" It was a busy night in the bar, and I was tossing bottles and making weird ass drinks for a crowd of college assholes. I'm a bartender. Some of these people are fine. I get that. But, Jesus, some of them are just so full of shit I want to take a bottle and smash it upside their head. You know? Ah, well. It's a living. The "conversation" that was filling the air right...

Whatever Didi Wants

As I drove through the familiar suburban neighborhood, I felt good. Really good. Excited, even. If I had learned one thing for sure during my first year of college, my very first time on my own away from home, it was that nothing compared to what I had here. It had been a reasonably good year, apart from the frequent moments of agonizing loneliness and some insomnia issues. My grades were good, I had established a decent enough relationship with my roommates, I had learned how to deal with food...

Whatever Happened to Nadia Nyce

Looking back on some of my older blogs I see that my series of "Whatever Happened to..." rank among my most popular, but I have not done one in well over a year. So, this one is dedicated to one of my absolute, personal favorite porn goddess ever, the exotically beautiful and sexy Nadia Nyce.Born on June 6, 1973 in West Yorkshire, United Kingdom, of Indian heritage Nadia broke into the porn biz by shooting her first video, a scene with Rodney Moore on October 31, 1995 (yet another reason to...

Whatever Happened to Summer Jones

Whatever Happened to Summer Jones? By Callie Messenger The call came in from a French woman. I could tell by the accent. She sounded pleasant, but she was an odd combination of angry and sad. Her story was common in that her husband had committed adultery. It was uncommon in that she had not heard from him since. As there was the matter of the possessions, money and insurances she needed to find him. She wanted to talk to him too. I put straight on that. Leopards don't change...

Whatever Happened to Sister Hyde

When I posted my story 'Dr Jekyll & Sister Hyde - an alternate ending', which is a reimaging of the ending of the Hammer studios movie, I thought I was done with the character. Turns out I was wrong.... If you haven't seen the movie go seek it out. Seriously, it's really good and you should watch it. N.B.: This story is a sequel to, and contains spoilers for, my tale 'Dr Jekyll & Sister Hyde - an alternate ending'. * Whatever Happened to...

Whatever The Cost

I heard the words, as if from far away. As if, I was no longer standing in front of them. Their voices took on an echo-like quality, and I didn’t quite register what they were saying. Their mouths were moving and forming the shapes of words, but I couldn’t make anything out.Zoey’s face took on a judgemental scowl, and she looked me up and down. She turned toward Bella, and I wondered, and not for the first time, if they shared a brain, as her face held the same look of judgemental contempt....

Whatever It CostsChapter 7

I guess Monday mornings just cannot be avoided. But the good thing about high school gossip is that there always will be new ones. Anton was dead, so he became old news. Three other guys missing from the football team which got its ass wiped on Friday night. That was a bigger thing. Until Saturday evening when a senior party was raided and both booze and weed were found. I guess someone forgot to bribe the deputies. Whatever, I was happy to be moved from the spotlights. Marie was back but she...

Whatever It CostsChapter 17

Because Monday was free, it was a long weekend. I just worked and made sure that I had enough money to take care of the house, and also had a buffer, in case something extraordinary happened. I called no-one and nobody called me. Not until Monday evening. Then I had call from Judy and Robin who were a bit worried about me. Even if we had not talked or been in contact, they had watched how I had been doing at school. They were sorry for not supporting me and the girls at the school, but I...

Whatever Gets You Through the NightChapter 15

“Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch who watches over you. Make a little birdhouse in your soul. Not to put too fine a point on it, say I’m the only bee in your bonnet. Make a little birdhouse in your soul.” -They Might Be Giants, “Birdhouse In Your Soul“ Helen, Maria, Mander, Ramirez, and Luc were gathered in her study. Tape from the market had been given to LeGrasse, who was overseeing CCTV tracking of the man that La Contessa had named “Bad Red Rug.” Night had fallen some time...

Whatever Gets You Through the NightChapter 23

“Everywhere I go, there’s someone in a trenchcoat staring at me. When I’m not at home, I’m sure someone’s rummaging through my trash. Whatever could they want from me? Is it just a part of a giant government conspiracy? I gotta go see my doctor about this itchy pentargram-shaped rash.” -Barenaked Ladies, “Get In Line“ Tad Chase was playing one of the “Fallout“ games in his trailer. He’d never had a trailer before, but now that he was one of the stars of a movie, they gave him one. Which...

Whatever Your Heart DesiresChapter 4

We spent the rest of that long weekend in Fantasyland. We shopped. We dined. We went out drinking and dancing, just us girls. Can you believe it? God, what a rush! We fucked; a lot. It was fast, furious, frantic. It was slow, soft, sensual. We did it everywhere in the house, over the hood of the car, in the changing room of the boutique where we were trying on clothes. I can hear the Blue Noses now. "They fucked? That's it? What about making love, like responsible adults?" Honey, it was...

Whatever It TakesChapter 13

Things couldn't have gone much better, those first few weeks Josie and I were together in the Twin Cities. I had been afraid my having lined up those two part-time jobs would irritate her, because they tended to eat up what little time I had that wasn't spent with learning to pitch. But Josie didn't react that way at all. Instead, she promptly found herself a very nice gig on a local radio talk show. The show was produced by another female ex-jock and sports nut, Angie Erickson. Angie...

Whatever Lola WantsChapter 3

“Um, sorry, Mrs. Vandekamp. I thought that you wouldn’t back so soon. In my defense, Martin is of age. This must be your gentleman caller,” Lola did her best at damage control, albeit nervously. “Yeah, that’s pretty clear! Look, damn, I know that I’m not Miss Popular Mom at home. I’ve done some ... harsh things and even crazy ones. I’m well aware of my failings. I think that I’ve been a bit too hard on Martin, for instance. I’ve been far too quick to blame him and other guys and punish them...

Whatever

I was having a beer in a little bar and this guy comes up to me and asks straight out if I will fuck his wife for him. Now that is a little unusual but I asked him, "What is the problem? Is she so ugly you can't do it yourself?" "No. Actually she is very beautiful, but she saw you and wanted you, and I love her so much I said I would ask you." So I went with him to their cabin in the old fashioned motel and she wasn't as beautiful as he made out but she wasn't too bad and she did have some...

What s With These Women

First Story I have been a widower for two years and just recently decided to get out into the world again. I have been talking to a lady on the Internet that seems real nice. She made the first moves toward a face-to-face meeting. I wasn’t ready for that until recently. We agreed to meet in a public place. I told her to bring a friend if it would help her be more at ease. We met at a little donut, coffee shop one morning and hit it off immediately. We sat and talked for an hour or longer. She...

What s cookin in the kitchen

(This was written to be read by a women – but hey, if men want to get their kicks from it too then whatever floats your boat…) ‘Phew, what a day!’ you gladly collapse into the chair in the kitchen and stretch your arms above your head before leaning back and closing your eyes. You can feel yourself drifting off to sl**p and into a dream where a thousands hands and lips tend to your naked body. A smile forms as in a state of half-sl**p you adjust your body to a more comfortable position and...

What Are We Gonna Do About This Penny

"So, how do you feel now that you have my ring, Penny?" she asked, walking into the locker room with me."This is yours, Alina?" I asked, stopping a few feet in there."Yes," she answered, peeking back at me. "I gave it to Oscar four years ago after his father passed and told him to give it to the woman he wanted to marry. His dad gave it to me less than a year after we met. Not that I'm gonna take it back, but it's mine. It looks good on your finger, though.""Thank you," I replied, setting my...

What are you going to do about it

"What are you going to do about it? Are you going to go cry to Mommy complaining that I borrowed some of your clothes without asking?" "You know I can't do that, Tammy, give me back my clothes." "Your tights, James, be specific!" "Give me back my tights, then. Are you happy?" "Ask me nicely, like a good little girly." "May I have my tights back please?" I begged, not wanting to continue this conversation with my sister. "Your tights? James, boys don't own tights. Are you...

What about Brian

Part 1 Chapter 1 Having been married for twelve years, our life seemed good. Twin girls age eleven and a son age nine. Then we had the little one Mary, who was now three. My little pride and joy. I have a good job as a computer programmer. I work for a major company and I also do a lot of side jobs on my own. It takes a lot of money to raise a family this size. Barbara was a homemaker, a darn good one. We decided after getting married that she wanted to be a full time mother, especially...

Somewhat Silent Library Escapades

I glanced nervously over my shoulder. The silence of the library was eerie under these circumstances. I was failing my history course this semester and rumors were often whispered about my lecturer, Paul Jones. I paced the history corner where I had been told to meet him and anxiously flattened my inappropriately short skirt. I was willing to sleep with him for the seven I wanted but I was under the impression that it would be private, in his office or apartment. I put my hands against the...

what about me

The city is sleeping but I'm still awakeI'm dreaming I'm thinking what happened is it right?I fold into the nightThe flash backs the pictures the letters and songsthe memories the heart that you carved on the wall It's a shame Now that nothings the sameThe bridges are burned and were lost in the windIt's time that we sink or swim...What about you?What about me?what about fairytale endings were you just pretending to be I'm wondering...what if we tried? what if I cried?What if its better...

What about me

My wife and I have tried for many years to conceive a child. We have both done everything within our power to have a child, in vitro fertilization, surrogate mother, but all to no avail. Doctor's could find nothing wrong with either of us. My swimmers we strong, her eggs were perfect. Maybe we should have accepted our fate. We had looked into adopting a child many years back but did not qualify for one reason or another. When our circumstances improved we decided to try again using a...

What to do about Ben

I write this account in the hope that after reading the final chapter someone may be able to offer me some advice as to where I go to from here. I am confused and more than a little afraid of just what direction I am going in next. I dare not approach my lady doctor, close friends, colleagues or anyone else for that matter on something that is almost taking me over and now getting rapidly worse. The thoughts in my head are far too personal to tell anyone that I actually know. (I'm sure they...

What About LoveChapter 2

I still controlled what mother wore about our home - yet had stopped at insisting that she always be in the same room as I. She had never tried to jump ship or to call one of her male friends to come rescue her. Did this mean that she was submissive and questioning her own relationship with me? Unconsciously, did she start to wonder if I was not like other men that have used her - that she was more important to me than a single nights lay? Weeks after arriving back at my house the place had...

What To Do About Edie a Sequel

Actually, it turned out that figuring out what to do about Edie was the easy part. I loved her—I loved her more than I'd ever loved anyone, in fact—but I wasn't going to stick around and be her happy cuckold of a husband. Thinking about what I'd seen her do made me want to throw up. In fact I had to pull the truck over to the side of the road at one point, because I was afraid I really WOULD throw up. I thought about how turned-on I'd gotten watching her fuck the shit out of those two...

What About Bob

With Sarah Goodwoman's kind permission, here is a continuation of her short story WHAT ABOUT THE CHILDREN, an excellent little slice-of-life tale about the everyday hassles of trans people, which you might want to read first. Both stories are very short, and together won't take up much of your time. ===========================0 WHAT ABOUT BOB? (What About the Children Part 2) Laika Pupkino 2017 ===========================0 Esther Krumnagle was furious! The pervert---one of these...

What About Nick Chapter 2

I awoke the next morning with a nice wet, warm sensation on my cock. I was lying on my back and as I opened my eyes, Michelle was down between my legs sucking my dick. She was sucking me nice and slow, stroking the length of my cock while sliding her mouth up and down. As she slid my dick out of her mouth, she stroked me with her hand. My cock was growing hard in her hand and mouth. Noticing my cock head growing thick and plump, she teased and licked it with her mouth and tongue.I slid one...

What is my transition about

What is my Transition about? What is my transition about? Well, it might be easier to start with what it isn't. Its not about sex. Let's make something really, really clear. I don't fancy boys. Never had a crush on one as a kid, never had butterflies in my tummy about talking with one, never dreamed of having one kiss me. So put aside any thoughts about me making myself more attractive to men. Its just not the case. As for being a transvestite, well, the simple fact is that...

What They Don t Teach You in School About Marketing

Let me start by introducing myself. My name is Erica Neimann. I am 39 years old and married, although not happily so like everyone else pretends to be, to my third husband. I am also a mother five beautiful girls, Julia, Shantel, Monique, Raquell, and April who are ages 15, 10, 9, 7, and 1 respectively. My current job is the regional head of marketing for the West Coast for a major blue chip business but I wasn't always so successful. When I graduated from college with a marketing degree and...

What I Didnt Know About Jim

Introduction: Me and my best friend Jims first time Dear Diary, I was looking at this hot chick with a huge rack at my Denver High. I walked the halls to try to get a bit closer to her, I couldnt hide my boner, it was bulging right out of my jeans. I walked like a cripple for a while until I turned the corner. I bumped into something big and soft, it was her. I was so embarressed, cuz maybe she felt my boner on her warm ass. I was shocked and I started panicking and looking side to side. She...

What I Didn t Know About Jim 0

I was looking at this hot chick with a huge rack at my Denver High. I walked the halls to try to get a bit closer to her, I couldn’t hide my boner, it was bulging right out of my jeans. I walked like a cripple for a while until I turned the corner. I bumped into something big and soft, it was her. I was so embarressed, cuz maybe she felt my boner on her warm ass. I was shocked and I started panicking and looking side to side. She turned around and she looked right at me. She smiled and I...

What About Nick

We had the best office clique in the company. We were all in our Mid-to-Late Twenties and single. We also were the entry level positions working in the Call Center. We had After-Work Happy Hours every Friday night at the bar down the street and everyone had a blast. After the Happy Hour, some people went their separate ways, others would go back to someone's apartment to keep the party going. Some hooked up with each other, some kept their sex lives away from the office. But we always had...

What I think about when I Masturbate Part 2 Splashdown

I began to develop this fantasy after a few months of masturbating. It’s silly and very improbable, and I know it would never happen for real like this, but I find it helps me to feel aroused when I masturbate. Again, I am about sixteen or seventeen. It’s a Sunday morning and I have gone to Splashdown, which is a Water Park in Poole, Dorset. It’s about half an hour from where I live. I’ve gone there on my own. I would never go on my own for real, but in my fantasy I have travelled there on the...

What I think about when I masturbate Part 4 Eggs for sale

There is a knock on the back door of our farmhouse. I go to answer it. Opening the porch door, I find an unshaven, scruffy looking guy stood there, with unkempt looking hair, wearing a tatty T shirt and dirty jeans. He looks about twenty-five, but. it’s hard to tell really. I notice an old push bike propped up against the garden wall. He stares at me, with an odd grin on his face, showing his yellow teeth, one of which is missing. I try not to show any reaction to his disgusting appearance. ...

What I Think About When I Masturbate Part 6 The Number 38

Another sunny Monday morning in May, and I am sitting in the small, wooden bus shelter down the remote country lane, about a quarter of a mile from our farm house in rural Dorset, waiting for the college bus. Its 7.00am, and I’m still half asleep as I sit on the wooden plank seat, wearing my white vest top and pink skirt, my rucksack on the seat beside me. I’m the only person who gets on the bus at this stop because no one else in the area goes to the same college. A couple of minutes after I...

What I Didn t Know About Jim 1

I was looking at this hot chick with a huge rack at my Denver High. I walked the halls to try to get a bit closer to her, I couldn’t hide my boner, it was bulging right out of my jeans. I walked like a cripple for a while until I turned the corner. I bumped into something big and soft, it was her. I was so embarressed, cuz maybe she felt my boner on her warm ass. I was shocked and I started panicking and looking side to side. She turned around and she looked right at me. She smiled and I...

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When I was in my final year of secondary school, year eleven, I became a Sports Prefect. Apart from being something good to add to my CV, the role brought extra responsibilities, such as helping the teachers with running sports events, setting up and putting away sports equipment before and after lessons, and assisting with coaching younger pupils during PE lessons.It was during that last year at school that an incident occurred which I have often thought about since, and which my fears and...

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This story is partly inspired by actual fact. I introduce myself my name is Sofia. I live in France, in the Lyon region and my family is from Morocco. If I had to describe myself I would say that I rather have a nice physique. I measure a little more than 1m70 and I am rather slim, I have always been sporty enough. Level chest I am well off, I make a nice 95c. I have big brown eyes, a beautiful black hair that I take care to maintain to keep them smooth, and a skin color caramel almost...

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Tap. Tap. Tap. Mr. Morison. Fucking hell, the History teacher. He was at my window, his suit clinging to his sweat covered body. It sure was hot here in the great state of Texas, his armpits were drenched, and his hair glistened with oil. As I looked at him, I realized he looked awful. Bags hung under his eyes that could store a small animal, and his glasses were cracked. A bruise had swelled up in his left eye, but it hadn’t blackened – not yet. I rolled down the window. “Get in a fight...

What s Not To Like

My wife Dee an I are in our 50’s ,we have some friends whose wife is also named Dee that we would go out with time to time. This particular night we were going bar hopping in our local town. We had already hit 4 bars when we came to the Brass Cactus, a little neighborhood bar that you parked in the rear and came in the back door, the had booths and tables, so by the time we got there it was packed so we had to sit apart,the two Dees sat together,and Dee’s husband sat with them.I sat at the...

What s The Big Deal Part 2

Part 2 Several days had transpired since the events of the previous story. Life had gone on as usual for our little family and why shouldn’t it have? We were comfortable and for the most part content. My husband Noah had no inkling about the changes I had in store for him though. I had now devised the first few steps to transform him into a cuckold; a desire of his that I had only so recently realized that he secretly harbored. If I were to be honest with myself, I wanted to be promiscuous;...

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I could tell my taste aroused him even more. He shifted, stretching out on his stomach, and reached up, under my legs to pinch my nipples and squeeze my breasts with the rest of his hands. My breasts were a large B cup, a good handful. I considered augmentation, but my tits are still perky in my mid-thirties after having a child nine years ago. I am 5’8”, have an athletic build with a very squeezable bubble butt and am quite comfortable with my body. I have straight, strawberry blonde hair just...

What s Wrong With Me 2

I hesitated a moment, relishing in the boy’s terror and just staring at him, doing all I could to prevent the tingling sensation between my legs. Once I was back in control, I let-out a loud whistle. The dog’s stopped barking immediately and the kid looked over his shoulder just in time to see the three big, black beasts glide from between the trees and lay down right where the sandy beach started. Then he looked back at me and took a shuddering, deep breath. He opened his mouth to say...

What s Wrong With Me 1

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Kevin kicked back the reclining chair, raising the footrest, and grabbed the remote to turn on the TV. He thought about watching something that might actually interest him, but he had been having trouble sleeping and settled on a football game. As someone who was not very interested in sports, he knew the game would act as a tranquilizer. As he began to drift off, he started thinking about her again, his mind wandering back to the first day they had met. Kevin and Casey had met on the...

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What s a little sex among friends Part 3

After we both got up and took our separate showers we headed out to the new arcade in town. Noel had told me about it before I came down and it was a cool sounding idea. The owner had set up Xbox 360’s, PS3’s, Wii’s, and pool tables instead of the normal arcade style games and charged $5 and hour to play what ever you wanted to. He had almost every game for every system and if he didn’t have one you wanted to play he’d go get it, just for you. Nice guy, I hoped that he started...

What s a little sex among friends Part 2

Once again comments are appreciated. After I had brought her to orgasm with my mouth and hands we lay there on the futon together, her half naked and me with a terrible hard on, for a few minutes watching the rest of the movie. After a bit she grabbed her underwear and put them back on and then pulled the blanket back over us as she snuggled back into my arms. My hard on never did go away as we lay there together but that was ok, I had a feeling I would be able to satisfy myself soon...

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After a restless night with little sleep, I struggled through my day at school on autopilot. Using Randy’s terminology, I was totally wasted. What I really wanted to do was go into a coma and sleep for a week, but I knew I had to go get ready for tonight. No matter how tired I was, bailing out on my first “free-night” was not an option. He wasn’t getting off that easy.I walked through the front door almost two hours later than usual, completely exhausted. Randy attempted to give me a kiss, but...

What s Love Got To Do With It Beth s Story Part 2

After a restless night with little sleep, I struggled through my day at school on autopilot. Using Randy’s terminology, I was totally wasted. What I really wanted to do was go into a coma and sleep for a week, but I knew I had to go get ready for tonight. No matter how tired I was, bailing out on my first “free-night” was not an option. He wasn’t getting off that easy.I walked through the front door almost two hours later than usual, completely exhausted. Randy attempted to give me a kiss, but...

What s in a Name

Fearing the draft, Maxwell Braxton fled Colorado and migrated to Canada during the Vietnam conflict. He stayed there for five years until the war ended, and then moved back to the United States and settled in Seattle, where he married and raised a family.Alan Braxton was his second born. When he was sixteen he became aware that he was gay. He found no problem with this. Although unplanned, being gay was simply a part of who he was.When he was nearing graduation from high school Alan applied to...

What s Good for the Goose and Goosing the Gander The Handjob Series

I was back in Montreal for Christmas. As I drove around the city I couldn’t help but enjoy old memories. Maybe because of the season, one memory from a Christmas past stood out. Swinging a little out of my way I drove past the old grey stone building where a long-time friend and I were once roommates. Her name was Sheri and we’d known each other since we were kids.It was just before Christmas and for once Sheri and I had the apartment to ourselves. We’d been secretly sleeping together for...

What s Good For The Goose

Mac and Kevin had been friends since college. They partied a lot together, and continued to be close friends after college. Kevin was a groomsman in Mac and Beth’s wedding when they got married in their junior year of college. Kevin was surprised that his friend was messing around while he was dating Beth, but shocked when Mac’s cheating continued after they were married.Kevin might have understood Mac’s cheating if Beth hadn’t been such a sweet person, with killer looks. She worked as a dental...

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It was originally a gift for my best friend Jake but he hadn't wanted the stuipid last minuite gift. As I twisted and turned the colone bottle through my hands I studied its shape it resembled the shape of a gorgeous lady that had at least 38 DD. The top of it was the lady's head. Already i wished she actually was there. I figured why not keep it and see if i can use it. So when I got home i put it in a bathroom cabinet. It stayed there for 4 years. Then finally one year when I was looking for...

What s in a Dream

As he sat at his computer, he chuckled to himself as he thought about his latest dream. Not for the first time did he wonder if other people knew about the wonders present in the realm of dreams. He wondered how many of them knew that they could do anything they wanted to if they only had the right frame of mind. For instance, take the dream that he had had recently. He was in a large wooded area and was completely alone. Before the dream had gone very far, he decided that he wanted to levitate...

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I bought a present for my niece’s birthday last week but when we gave it to her, it didn't work properly, so today... I took it back. The young lady on the customer service desk was about 22 and a really bubbly girl. So friendly, and I noticed, very pretty, with medium length blonde hair, lovely blue eyes, and a smile that would warm the coldest of hearts. She was dressed in the store uniform red fitted shirt, which accentuated her lovely figure, and tight black pants. I explained the problem...

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Like Icarus, I flew too close to the sun. It was my downfall. And again, like Icarus, it was my own fault. I made a bad decision, and I came spinning down from the heights of passion to the depths of despair. My story was going so well. Ursula cared deeply for me, her Roger, and I adored her with my complete soul. Who would have thought it would end this way? Cynthia and Carl had broken up. Who was to blame for that? I hadn't a clue, really. Perhaps nobody was. Perhaps it was just life...

What s Next

What’s Next? Three Months Ago Sarah quietly tiptoed into their bedroom, glad for once that Ashley could sleep through a nuclear war. She was late. Really late. She got caught up at work on a project and ended up in conference with some client reps in Geneva. It was their ‘morning’ and they couldn’t have cared less that it was her ‘night’ and far beyond normal business hours. Tonight was date night and they had had plans. She hang up her ‘power suit’ and put the black pumps with the 4” heels in...

What s A Master Part One

Cynthia was an old friend. She and I had been good friends for a long time. I knew her, and trusted her with my life and heart. She had never failed me. It was at her instigation that I went out with a dear friend of hers. This friend was someone from another group, another gathering that I had never met. Cynthia was a friend, but she also had her secrets to which I had never been privy. For whatever reason, Cynthia felt that Ursula and I would hit it off. We were about to find out this very...

What s A Master Part Three

Our relationship continued and deepened. It was getting better and better. She had accepted that I was her Master, but in name only. I was not really that into it. I was very indulgent. For a sub she did pretty much whatever she wanted to do. It was actually quite charming in its own way. And we adored each other. My Ursula was a perfect woman, in every way. She was bright, very articulate, and engaging. And her beauty was outstanding. She had lovely, short, raven hair, and a body to die for,...

What s A Master Part Two

Several weeks after I had met Ursula, with the help of Cynthia, my old friend, I received an invitation from Ursula to a party at her home in the suburbs of our east coast city. I readily accepted. I had grown to adore Ursula. I was so lucky that she was not married yet. That definitely gave me an opening. I knew the lifestyle she practiced and I was not horrified. I was fascinated. We had met a few times in the interim, and each time we had been conventional lovers. I had fucked her, sucked...

What s it Like on the Other Side

What its like on the other side by B. Pink The club was heaving. My friends and I stood near the bar facing the dance floor. To our left was a seating area known to us as the kennels. This area was mainly occupied by groups of girls on their own, their dance partners their handbags. Late on the men that had not pulled a decent bird would swoop down on the area, trying to get one of them to take outside to release the booze fueled sex drive into. A raid into the kennels was the...

What s it Like on the Other Side Part 2

Whats it like on the other side - part 2 by B. Pink The girl slept easily, on her side, her knees pulled up in a feotal position, her hand between her legs, not touching or rubbing herself but just covering the female area that a short while ago had been sated and injected with sperm. I lay inside her, the darkness inside her body, her closed eyes shutting out all possible glimmer of light. I wondered what had happened to my body, was I still in it and my present self was an...

What s it Like on the Other Side Part 3 Conclusion

Whats it like on the other side The Final Part by B.Pink Before reading this it is essential that you read the other parts, otherwise this will make no sense at all. Even then, it may well seem confusing, as the story I have attempted to write of two people in one body I have found extremely difficult to put into words. Your comments and thoughts on this would be appreciated. Wednesday nights at the club, girls free before 9.30pm. We walked in, my face smiling at the hunky...

What s Taking So Long Part 7

Doctor Bob I had decided to take the job that Shelly had offered. I had found that I had the support of everyone that really mattered to me, my Mom, my sister, and most of all Jamie. I was going to spend the next few days check out all the options. I was leaning towards a permanent voice change, and then really living full time as a woman. There was just something that really did feel so right about it. Jamie gave me the name and phone number of the speech pathologist. On Monday...

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