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The Fitness Program - 3

Submitted by on May 14, 2018 (7 days ago)
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The Fitness Program - 3My heart froze! From the look on her face, I could tell that Josie's had too.

"What do you mean?"

"Oh please! I saw you two leave together that day, then I saw you go into the CR a few days later.... Really? The CR?" she laughed, "and I watched you in the woods... I know you're both married..." 

There was no denying it, this hot young lady knew what she was talking about.

"So... what is it that you want?"

"I want my dream to come true... my fantasy. I want to make love with a woman... an Asian woman." She looked at me and added, "I'll take you too if that's the only way I can get her."

"Let's walk..." I said and the three of us hit the track.

"I'm Beth, I'm 18 and I live over there on Silver Oak. My daddy is chairman of the island city council. I just graduated high school, ya know? and don't start college 'till fall. I'm bored...."


"And I've been wanting to try girl to girl for a few years now, but I don't want it to be with someone I know, like someone from school... ya know? and I don't want a total stranger either, ew... I'm scared of diseases and sickos, ya know? So I figure you two are alright, safe, ya know? and you're only here for sex anyway...."  she looked at my beer belly....  "plus, she is gorgeous!", she gestured toward Josie.

"Uhm, she has a name, this is Josie... you don't have to talk as though s...

The Fitness Program - 2

Submitted by on May 13, 2018 (8 days ago)
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The Fitness Program - 2The fitness program was already paying dividends. I felt great, and even my wife said I appeared less-stressed and more youthful. Syempre, she didn't know the real reason. Josie and I were already into our second week of "extra activities" and besides the physical benefit, we were getting to know each other intimately. It seemed both of us were starved for honest and real communication, neither had any meaningful talk with anyone for so long. We discovered a lot about each other.

I learned that she was practically a prisoner in the huge gated house, mansion if you will. Hubby didn't allow her any friends, especially other Pinay. He decided her food and activities, and even the music she listened to. He was over-protective, overbearing, jealous and controlling. It took some doing for him to even allow her to go the park to exercise. He gave her everything she wanted or needed... except for the freedom to be herself. She was afraid to express herself in any way uniquely personal, as she was sure he wouldn't approve. He had two grown kids near her age, a boy and girl, and they hated her. They referred to her as "The Gold Digger" even when she was within earshot. They didn't understand that he had pursued her, not the other way around. She was miserably trapped, and I really felt for her. I hated her husband.

We were becoming close emotionally. Physically, so far she and I had shared my truck (the parking lot blowjob), the public CR, and a...

The Fitness Program

Submitted by on May 11, 2018 (11 days ago)
Posted in Story: True Story, English | Categories: Erotic Couplings, Interracial Sex, Wife Lovers, Romance | Tags: , , , , ,

The Fitness ProgramI'm James, 57, and I live on a tropical island off the coast of Florida USA. I'm not the type of person you would typically find living on an upscale island, but I got here by hard work, good decisions and a lot of luck. A "blessing" perhaps, if you are among the faithful. I recently retired and have already accomplished a long list of projects and upgrades around the house. I expected my list would take a year to complete, but five months later I found myself bored, sitting by the pool and drinking way too much whiskey and beer.

I don't socialize much on the island. The people here aren't like me. For one thing, the lifestyle here begins at upper middle-class and goes up from there. These aren't the type of people I associate with, or can relate to. They don't work with their hands as I do. The only reason I chose to live here is to use my home as an investment as I upgrade it. I don't fit in well with these people, they live in fantasyland and have no idea what life is like for normal people in the real world.

Now, with so much time on my hands and no one to spend it with except beer and Jack Daniels, I've been putting on the weight. I caught a glimpse of my shadow the other day and was appalled at my size! I decided I was going to have to something about it. There's a park nearby, where all the snooty upscale soccer moms take their spoiled pre-schoolers to play, and/or to walk briskly around the track in their cute but hot expensive active...

Best Friends Forever

Submitted by on May 3, 2018 (19 days ago)
Posted in Story: Fiction, English | Categories: Erotic Couplings, First Time, Romance | Tags: , , , ,

Best Friends ForeverMatt and Meghan were best friends. Neighbors since birth, they first started playing together in the playpen while their mothers socialized. As they grew, many of their "firsts" had been together; first words, first steps, first teeth loss, and they started kindegarten and then school together.

As nature is, Meghan started puberty first and they slightly grew apart for a while, as she sometimes found him childish and annoying. But he soon caught up to her, and she appreciated the way he stuck by her and was protective of her as he was becoming a man. They were closer than brother and sister, as they shared all their secrets together along with their hopes and dreams. But still, they never felt attracted to each other sexually, or even if they did, they kept it to themselves. It felt like their relationship was beyond romance, that they didn't need that element in order to be intimate. It was as though being sexual would cheapen their relationship, like being horny would somehow diminish what they shared.

Matt was tall and broad-shouldered, a good looking kid with a toned body. Meghan was petite and pretty, with striking eyes and a cute little figure. They looked great together and the incredible bond they shared was so obvious that they were often mistaken as either siblings or a couple. 

After graduation, the two decided to go on a trip to blow off steam and celebrate. They saved their money and finally decided on a day trip to an island t...

The Sleepover

Submitted by on April 30, 2018 (21 days ago)
Posted in Story: Fiction, English | Categories: Erotic Couplings, Taboo, One Night Stand | Tags: , , , ,

The SleepoverMy wife and daughter went away for the weekend. I kissed them goodbye, and watched the car disappear down the street. It was really dark out for being so early in the evening. I had just started making dinner when the thunder crashed loudly and it started to pour.

Just then the doorbell rang, I opened it to find my daughter's best friend standing there in the pouring rain. "Come in!" I said, and held the door for her. Before stepping in, she turned and waved, and I saw a car pull out of the driveway. It was the girl's mother, she waved at me and drove off.

I noticed the girl, Jen, had a backpack with her.

"Hi Jen!"

"Hi Mr. Vianzon" she said.  I always liked Jen, she was a very polite and friendly girl... and super cute.

"Where's Kaitlyn?" she asked.

"Katy went to the church retreat with her Mom for the weekend, didn't she tell you?"

"No... Uhm... well, maybe she mentioned it but I didn't see her at school the past couple of days. Earlier in the week she asked me to sleep over....."

"Tonight? Well... you must have misunderstood"  I said.

Jen looked uncomfortable. She said "Oh, my mom is already gone and she won't be home 'til late tonight. She has a date."

These were the days before cell phones, so there was nothing we could do. "Well, come in and dry off. You can put on some of Katy's clothes and I'll put yours in the dryer."

"Oh, I have clothes in...

Ambiguous II

Submitted by on April 28, 2018 (23 days ago)
Posted in Story: Fiction, English | Categories: Fetish, First Time, Taboo, Lesbian Sex, Romance, Toys and Masturbation | Tags: , , , , ,

Ambiguous IIAfter swallowing my load, Joy wiggled her way up my body.  She laid on top of me with her face next to mine, looking down into the pillow as I held her tight little naked body. I could feel her mound on my now-softening cock and our breasts were pressed together. I held her butt, cupping both cheeks. She was silent for several minutes, then raised her head and whispered in my ear:

"Is there something you want to tell me?"

I said stared at the ceiling and said nothing.

"Don't you think you owe me an explanation? That I deserve one?"

After a minute of piercing silence I replied, "It's not what you think, I'm not a guy... I'm not a ladyboy or transgender..."

And then it all came out, my whole sordid, awkward story. Joy became the first person I ever told. As I explained, I cried but I felt like the burden had finally been lifted. She became the first besides my family that knew my secret. She had a few questions and I answered them honestly. She cried too. Then we lay there silently for several minutes until I broke it.



"Now what?"

"Huh? What do you mean 'now what'?" She sounded hurt and a little irritated. Then continued, "I love you, Maricel".

Ane we fell back into silence for who knows how long. The first one to come back to life was Junior. He began stirring underneath her pussy. The little prick was getting hard again! Joy lifted her face...

First (and only) Anal

Submitted by on April 25, 2018 (27 days ago)
Posted in Confession: English | Categories: Anal, Fetish, First Time, Taboo, Mature | Tags: , ,

When I was single, I had anal sex with a prostitute.

She was a bargirl, but not a girl, really. She seemed old to me then, probably 30s... which seems young to me now. She looked kind of worn, and I could tell she had "been around".  I had not really ever thought much about anal, so it was spur-of-the-moment.

Just to see her reaction, when she brought my beer, I asked her if she would do it. Her response was humiliating;  before she answered she stuck her hand in my pants and gave a squeeze. She left it in there for a few seconds until I hardened up some, then pulled it out and said "Sige".  I was a little insulted!  But now I was intriqued...

We went into the short time room in back, and engaged in some foreplay. I love foreplay, even with a prostitute. It's really my favorite part of sex; playing, teasing, getting to know each other sexually, body response, etc.  She was petite and felt good in my hands and arms. We kissed and felt each other, then she sucked me expertly. I got on top and pussy-fucked her in the missonary position for a while. When I withdrew, she handed me a condom and a tube of jelly and told me to put it on. I did as she requested, the condom seemed very small and didnt go on very far. 

I tipped her legs back and played with her butt. It didn't seem to faze her much when I slipped my finger in.  Then I tried to get my dick in, but it wouldn't go despite her feet being almost at her head. The angle jus...


Submitted by on April 25, 2018 (27 days ago)
Posted in Story: Fiction, English | Categories: Anal, Erotic Couplings, Exhibitionist and Voyeur, Fetish, First Time, Gay Male, Taboo, Lesbian Sex, Romance, Toys and Masturbation, Transsexuals, One Night Stand | Tags: , , , , , , , , , ,

AmbiguousI was born in a condition known as Intersex. In the past, we were referred to as hermaphrodites. Contrary to what you may think, we usually do NOT have full sets of both male and female genitals. Most of us fall into the category of 'ambiguous genitalia', which is rare, but more common than most people realize. Usually a result of a hormonal imbalance in the womb, our genitals exhibit characteristics of both genders and it isn't apparent which we are. The doctors and parents must decide what the intersex baby is, and perform surgery to make him or her as complete as possible. But... this involves an assumption and doctors aren't always right.

I was one of those mistakes, first a 'mistake of nature' and then a medical mistake.  In my parents and doctor's defense, they tried to do the right thing. My genitals were undefined, but they thought I resembled a boy more than a girl. They surgically closed my labia to form a scrotum, and rerouted my urethra. My parents gave me a boy's name and dressed me as a boy. They gave me boy gifts and toys. And they hoped for the best.

Their plan worked well at first, at least they thought so. But me, I always knew they were wrong. Around age 7 or 8, they began to doubt their decision. By puberty, the mistake was obvious. My shoulders remained narrow, my voice didn't drop, my hips widened, and I developed breasts. So that's it... I am a girl with a penis.

Finally, my mother relented and allowed me to wear gir...

The Visitor, Finale

Submitted by on April 23, 2018 (29 days ago)
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The Visitor, FinaleThe following morning I was up and out just as the sun was starting to peek out. The barrio was quiet except for the roosters. This time of year, the farmers didn't have to get up quite so early. I washed and tried to do something with my hair, something to disquise the stupid pixie haircut mama ko always gave me. It would make me look like a little girl forever, or worse, a little boy... with my skinny body. How I wanted long beautiful, luxurious hair like other Pinay!

Anyway time was important, and I couldn't waste any. I threw on a fresh flowery cotton panty, a pair of plaid shorts, and a simple spaghetti-strap top that I usually wore as an undergarment. I topped it off with a pair of yellow rubber flip-flops from the bargain bin at the market. There was no point in putting on any special clothes. For that matter, I didn't have any even if I wanted to. I was hoping what I had would be enough. My heart raced as I ran to the secret spot, the intersection of the two paths.

I waited and waited. It seemed like an hour but it was probably only a few minutes. "He's not coming today", I thought.  I was disappointed. I felt like I could not live any longer without that guy's dick in my mouth. I shivered at how naughty (and sarap!) that thought was. Just then, I heard his running shoes hitting the dirt. I dropped to my knees in the center of the path and waited.

Soon he was before me! My heart felt like it was going to pop out of my chest! 

The Visitor, Part 3

Submitted by on April 23, 2018 (29 days ago)
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The Visitor, Part 3That night, besides being horny,  my thoughts centered around how to get him to stop. I didn't want another embarrassing encounter like I had that morning. I didn't want to embarrass him either, or cause him to wonder what the heck I am doing in the field at first light in the morning. There had to be a way to be obvious. If I am subtle, he won't notice and it would be awkward. If I'm blatant, than it will still be awkward, but at least I have a chance of getting my goal... hmmm.

But what should that goal be?  I really didn't want to fuck the guy. I mean, I wouldn't want to break his family. And I was programmed by society that I am not supposed to give myself to anyone who is not going to be in my life forever. Old-fashioned, right? I don't apologize for that. It may be old and traditional, but I believed it. In many ways, I still do.  So... fucking the guy is out of the question. So then, what is it I'm after? What do I hope to achieve? I really must be going crazy.

Maybe I just want him to notice me. Maybe it's just attention from a handsome man?  Is that all?  I thought about it for a while and came to a conclusion. No, that isn't all.  That's just the start. I could have his attention all day and night, but I need something more. I want his body and I want to give him mine. Maybe not all of it, but I will gladly give him what I can right now. Above all, I want to make him happy. I want to blow his fucking mind, I want him to be so damn content...

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