The bisexual lifestyle can be a lot of fun. Let no one tell you otherwise. My name is Lawrence Henderson and I'm a six-foot-tall, good-looking black man living in the town of Boston, Massachusetts. I work as an executive at Anderson & Winston on Boston's Financial District, one of the top invest... read more
The name is T.J. Brown. I'm an engineer working at Walpole, the toughest correctional facility in the state of Massachusetts. My days are spent reading books, exercising and occasionally tussling with other workers. The facility is undergoing some expansion and I'm the lead engineer on this gig, wor... read more
Two months had passed since Jenny and I had first made love on that fateful, snowy night. At least once a week, occasionally many more, Jenny and I had found time to be alone and indulge in our secret affair. I had never believed any sexual experience could be greater than our first time together bu... read more
I am a bisexual man, meeting straight, bisexual or gay men for our sexual pleasures. I post messages on various message boards that allow members profiles and posting messages. I also post to local groups in my area that allows one to post messages to a small geographical area or to a distant user g... read more
My gorgeous wife and I have explored every possible when it comes to hot sex and wild times. We've done every kinky thing that you can and would never imagine along with swinging with couples that we know and some we don't. We've enjoyed and shared the pleasures with horny lesbians hot bisexual guys... read more
You: early 20's, tall boyish good looks with a lean and muscular body. Dressed in tight leather pants, from behind your tight buns are revealed by the shiny black leather, as are your cock and balls from the front. You are wearing black leather boots and a denim shirt that refuses to hide your stron... read more
Epilogue Rob came home from work. His wife Jenny was waiting for him. In her hands she held a letter. Jenny said: "We received this letter today. It is sad news from Marion S. We have met her and her husband John a few times - do you remember? John has had a car accident while driving fas... read more
A letter. Rob decided, after cooling down a bit from his anger which Jenny's visit had given him, to do a short survey on the things she had left. First he checked their bedroom, and like Jenny said, she didn't take anything of her make-up. He rummaged through her belongings and wasn't sure he wa... read more
Ι am a pure blood. I know many of you have seen Hermophrodites on television, some may actually know one, but I am different. It all started centuries ago in ancient Greece when the gods ruled… My grandmother was a beautiful woman. She was petite with a nice curvaceous body, the desir... read more
The best of both worlds Sandra Grosset climbed out of her bath, and began drying herself off with a huge fluffy bath towel. She had a big date with Greg, and she was really looking forward to it. Greg understood her, not only understood, but was very eager to fuck her. She had been spurned b... read more
Forget to share second part, thats why i posted again. I am a bisexual(passiv), i was born in muslim county and being bi is like crime. Thats why i never had any sex with a guy. I was just mastrubating and fingering my ass, sometimes was using cucumber . Finaly i had a opportunity to go Europe and... read more
Hi. I am a bisexual(passiv), i was born in muslim county and being bi is like crime. Thats why i never had any sex with a guy. I was just mastrubating and fingering my ass, sometimes was using cucumber . Finaly i had a opportunity to go Europe and study at the age of 29. When i arrive to France, fir... read more
The aim of erotic literature is to excite its reader sexually. Its goal is to cause male readers to attain and maintain a penile erection. Its intent is to cause female readers' vaginas to lubricate themselves and/or to cause women to attain and maintain a clitoral erection. More than most--perhaps ... read more
It's now been one year since mother passed away. I still miss her terribly and think of her each day. I also feel ashamed at times when I just wish she were still here to protect me from father and to intervene. His hate for me seems to grow each day and he told me the day I turn eighteen I will be ... read more
It was the very first night of my month long North Carolina July summer vacation stay when my Aunt Meg suddenly entered the bedroom that I was temporarily sharing with my younger cousin Rudy. Being so openly effeminine in his body language,voice and looks, I had already planted such dirty thoughts ... read more
My name is Aaron Joseph. A six-foot-tall, good-looking young Black man of Haitian descent living in the town of Nepean, Province of Ontario. I hate the town of Nepean and the Ottawa Metropolitan Area, man. Folks out here are racist and seriously kind of fake. I really wish I lived in a more diverse ... read more
Hello, there. My name is Sarina Jean. I'm a big and tall, busty and big-bottomed Black Transsexual of Haitian descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. People say I remind them of Hollywood Superstar Queen Latifah, only taller and with a much bigger ass. I'm a Business Administration major at C... read more
Max's life sucks. His job is leading nowhere and women avoid him like the plague. On most weekends his free-time is spent drunk in bars, hitting on women that don't want his attention and ultimately passing out in some back-alley. To make matters worse, his hairline has all but receded off the back ... read more
"Uhh…is Mr. Stanford around?" "One moment dear…ooh, damn heels. Makes it impossible to walk through doorways. Here I am ma'am. So, did the maid get you here alright? Hello? Earth to…" "I can't believe this…" "Oh, the heels? Yeah... read more
"What's her sister look like?" Dave Newell asked his brother. "You've seen Steph. They're sisters." Stephanie Johnson was a hottie, no doubt about that, Dave thought. Still, that didn't necessarily mean that her sister would be a looker. If Stephanie were from Venus, her si... read more
