This is a totally true account of my addiction to meth and its hand in turning me into the he[pless sissy I've become to my weakness for BBC. My name as a regular male is Richie Budd. But by reading this you'll soon realize that nothing is normal. Not only was I Richard Budd. I spent an equal, if ... read more
"Hi, I'm Candy," the pretty blonde Latina said to me as I sat alone in the casino bar. She had a nice pretty face and a great body with a store bought pair of dd's. I knew the moment she sat down that she was a pro. Five straight years in Vegas at the show had taught me how to spot them in... read more
The Greatest Liar, Exposure, Disclosure © Alexandra Rios 2019 Author’s Note: This is a continuation of the narrative which commenced with “My Awkward Phase”, which I posted here previously. Readers may wish to read that before continuing, although I have written them to stand alone. Natives s... read more
My job in a large travel agency takes me every march to Acapulco for the Tianguis Turistico, (Mexico tourist fair) that takes place in this nice resort. I very much enjoy those trips, and especially the pole dancing bars, were I would hang out at least 2 or 3 times during my stay. Those places ar... read more
"Yea I thought the singing was OK but I don't really go for that style too much" "And the girls?" Brian prompted me. "Oh come on Brian leave him alone we all know he's not really interested in girls." "Give him a chance, people can change! Perhaps Carl's d... read more
My Awkward Phase ©Alexandra Rios 2019 The greatest lie is that what happens in high school doesn't matter, because life begins in college. I pretended to agree, although I never believed it, for I was the world's greatest liar. Wannabees I was hanging out with my friends Quinn, Barb and Anne ... read more
I was extremely nervous when I pulled out my phone and dialed the number. Never before, in my wildest dreams, had I thought I would act on one of my strongest fantasies. I knew I would be nervous when I first met her, but after exchanging pictures and seeing that big, fat cock of hers, I knew I ha... read more
I was jogging one Saturday morning at well known West L A park. I was jogging kind of fast almost sprinting when I came up on woman jogging slower than me. I almost ran into her as I was running. She moved out of my way I slowed down and apologized for being rude. That's when I realized she was a fo... read more
I love to write Erotica. For story requests please send me a private message or email noirenoire10@gmail.com Enjoy! I couldn’t move. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t move. The restraints didn’t give in any direction. The more I fought the more pain I was in. My safe word (wasabi) ... read more
Nitromethane It's been a couple of years now that I've been intrigued by shemales, and though I've met up with a few I've met online, I've still not gone any further than some stroking or letting them blow me. I'm not sure what my hangup is, since I can't seem to stop watching these gorgeous gir... read more
My name is Philip. I am married to a beautiful woman called Helen, and a few days ago... I did something very stupid! My wife, her mother, her beautician, my P.A. from work, and any of their friends, (in fact, anyone that they choose,) are now completely in control of my life. They are my Mistres... read more
C'était mardi soir, ce qui signifiait que Lena se préparait pour son cours d'aérobic. Bien qu'elle ne travaillait pas, elle était certainement occupée à construire et à maintenir une vie sociale et à faire en général les choses qu'elle voulait. Il n'y avait pas un jour où Lena n'avait pas fait qu... read more
Lisa Une fille timide de 20 ans avec de longs cheveux, de beaux seins, une chatte humide et un gros secret sous la forme d'une bite géante. Elle a vécu une vie protégée mais est bientôt en route vers un nouveau monde de sexe lesbien. Marie Médecin de plus de 40 ans spécialisée dans les ... read more
Malcolm was a middle manager in a small business in a large city. Malcolm led a pretty boring life; he in his forties, single, devoted to his work, he liked to keep himself fit, all of his family lived interstate except for his older sister who lived nearby, and he led a quiet social life. Malcolm h... read more
Je savais. En regardant en arrière maintenant, je me rends compte que j'ai toujours su. Je n'ai jamais rien fait à ce sujet, jusqu'à ce que je sois prêt mentalement, émotionnellement et physiquement. Je suis né Matthew J. Smith au milieu des années 70 en Amérique centrale aux États-Unis. J'ai grandi... read more
im happy later of much time im a verified model , because other person have much videos of me and is not good look your videos in other page is not your .... thanks shemale for give me the chance to be verified love you... read more
Ma mère, Kendra, se promenait souvent dans la maison sans haut, laissant ses énormes seins couler librement. Ça m'a dégoûté. J'étais sa fille, pas un gars au hasard qu'elle a ramené à la maison un vendredi soir (pas qu'elle a ramené des gars à la maison). Elle ne devrait pas montrer ... read more
You know, I remember the first time I saw you. You lived in my street - you'd only moved in a few months before. I sort of knew you were around, but I don't ever really recall seeing you or meeting you. For a quiet cul-de-sac, we had more than our fair share of single women living around, and we'... read more
Le rêve est mort. L'écriture était ma passion, mais cela n'a jamais servi à rien. La réalité a une mauvaise façon de vous rattraper, déchiquetant vos désirs dans son sillage. Ce cycle d'épargne et de vie de ces économies s'est progressivement révélé intenable et maintenant, à ving... read more
Le rêve est mort. L'écriture était ma passion, mais cela n'a jamais servi à rien. La réalité a une mauvaise façon de vous rattraper, déchiquetant vos désirs dans son sillage. Ce cycle d'épargne et de vie de ces économies s'est progressivement révélé intenable et maintenant, à vingt-cinq ans, j'ai... read more
