Kate's mail: hi jax, I'm a friend of Jenny's and she given me your E-mail address, hope that's all right? She said if my story interested you, you would write it up and post it like you did hers; that would be so cool.
After several months of online contact, I finally get to meet the young woman who has begged to be my submissive. The only problem is she is deaf. Her hearing was cruely taken from her by a vicious inner ear infection at age 19. This young woman has affected me in ways no other woman ever has, including two ex-wives and two daughters.
Jimmy Joe has a lot of time on his hands now to ruminate about his life and his wife, and why he didn't just cowboy-up and keep his mouth shut - a short toy story. This is as close to a genre story as you'll ever see from me.
Sneaky Nephew can't keep his mouth shut
The tables are turned when the younger man instigates sex between us. Based on a true account, names have been changed but the basics are there
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My Landlord chased me up the stairs to my apartment ripping my towel off. When we got in to the shower he told me he had fucked his wife this morning and he was now going to fuck my brains out. He was so horny and slammed me against the shower wall before I could get a condom. That was the first time I felt cum ooze out of my well fucked arsehole.
A married man goes further than he has before with other men. A journey that gets out of control.
Content Warning: Although there is no underage acts depicted in this story, it does allude to events in the past that are not described.
This week, after the funeral of my sister-in-law (my age) we stayed in Lizz’s grandmother’s apartment and she stayed in the guest room upstairs in the retirement home. This first night she came downstairs, cold and sad and sought comfort between our old nakedness. I never knew that deep sorrow could so easily be transformed into a violent orgasm. Or is it the eager hands of me and my love?