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Who’s The Sissy Now?
Like many people, I was bullied in school. I was small, slender and effeminate and, as a result, was often called gay, queer, fag and sissy by school bullies. The fact that what they said was sort of true just made it closer to the bone and more painful to hear. Like many teenage boys, I was going through something of an identity crisis surrounding my body and my blossoming sexuality. The feelings that I had always had as a child that me being a boy wasn’t quite right were now increasingly pronounced. Of course, under the circumstances, this just made me more embarrassed and insecure, I was so different…
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Wedding Tackle
Her beauty made my heart ache. I couldn’t believe she was finally mine. For months she had smiled and laughed, but always kept a distance between us. Cruel and painful. “Wait until we are married,” she had said, again and again. And now we were. I had lifted the veil and kissed the soft lips of this beautiful woman who was now my wife. My wife! Spectacular in her white dress, the tight corset exaggerating the voluptuous curves that I had lusted over for so long. At last her breasts were mine to bare, her nipples mine to suck on, and when after torturous hours of ceremony and celebration we…
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From Sweetie to Slutty Ch. 08
The rest of my weekend in Bermuda was great, though my Master had no more dark surprises in store. He showed me the island and we made love all day Sunday. It was great to experience sex that was intimate and warm; sex that wasn’t spliced with fear, condescension or pomp. Bob just gave me deep sensuous loving that carried me all the way home. The sex I’d experienced with my group of studs was thrilling, but going solo with Bob was incredibly satisfying and esteem building. As much as I enjoyed being degraded and manhandled, and as much as my participation in those acts were actually expressions of my…
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Unconditional Love Ch. 07
After that night when Alison and I finally crossed the line, things started to look up quite a lot for the two of us. I was happy to have allowed her to do what she had done, I had no regrets and obviously, she was satisfied with the outcome as well. In the few short weeks that had gone by since that night, we had been fucking like rabbits almost every other night, we’ would go at it left and right. Sometimes I would fuck the hell out of her and other times I would be more then’ happy to bend over and let her pound my ass until I…
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Valentine’s Day Date Dream Cum True
On a beautiful, cold Saturday morning in Connecticut, I woke up tired and in a bad mood. I cleaned my room, fed the dog, and decided to take him for a walk to go to the store to get some smokes. As I walked, I was thinking to myself “Fuck. No Valentine’s Date for me this year.” I could not believe I was still alone after two years, my ex boyfriend cheated on me and I didn’t want to let no one hurt me again. I am great lover. I am clean, a great cook, and a home body. What’s wrong with guys these days? They just want to get…
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Twin
Paul stepped out from the refreshing shower and onto the plush dark blue mat, cool air meeting damp skin, his balls and pubic area tingling from the razor’s close shave. Over the years he had periodically shaved down there, loving the nude, more sensitive feel and since the vacation in Bermuda, Paul maintained the smooth look. Gwen certainly had something to do with that. He grabbed the thirsty beach towel sitting on the closed toilet seat and vigorously began to dry his wavy brown hair. Escaping the steamy confined bathroom, Paul padded his way into the spacious master bedroom and finished drying off under the swirling ceiling fan. With the…
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Truth or Dare Ch. 01
I had eagerly anticipated this evening for many weeks. Thought about how I wished for events to unfold. Planned, indeed plotted as I thought of ways to set the scene for the series of events to unfold as I had dreamed of for a year or two now. We would have the house to ourselves for not only the evening but for the whole weekend. That’s if I could encourage him to stay. I hoped I could. Tom and I have been best of friends for years. I think I know most there is to know about him and he thinks that he knows all there is to know about…
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Tranny Fantasy World
If I were not afraid of shame and assuming practicality is no issue, I’d turn myself into a piece of fuck-meat for well-hung trannies. I’d have an army of the world’s most beautiful and well-hung chicks with dicks living in my mansion. I suppose they’d receive a salary as an employee of mine and not be slaves or something. But I’d say I’d need about 500 trannies for my plans. First, I’d have a good 70 or 80 trannies jack off every morning into a funnel, which would fill a gatorade bottle of sperm. My mouth is watering thinking about having a breakfast of waffles, butter and tranny sperm. I’d…
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Tom Goes Back to Vegas and More!
Tom & Lori, Kelly, Marcus and Vegas Baby! This is part of an ongoing story over multiple Categories with common characters. Lori knocked on my door around 6:30, right when she said she would. “Like Del Taco?” she asked walking over to the dining room table, putting down a bag and a couple of drinks. I walked over and started to look inside. She slipped around me and began to stroke my nipples through my shirt. I turned and pulled her close, my tongue sliding into her mouth. She slid away from me and I said “Don’t be a prick tease,” and she came back with “I could say the…
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First Time Cuckold Ch. 03
Maybe it was because I was fucking Jordi in my husband and my marital bed. Maybe it was because Oscar was in the guest room next to us and could hear every sound we made. Or just maybe it was because I was falling deeper and deeper under Jordi’s spell. I’m not sure but our fucking tonight was even better than the first time. I lost track of how many times I came and Jordi kept flooding me with his semen. I didn’t know any man could cum so many times and in such large amount. Like a never ending river of sperm. I thought of poor Oscar in the…