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I recently wrote about a ‘party’ I went to, with Sandra, in Cheltenham albeit in the ‘posh’ part of town and with definitely, some very upmarket attendees. Well about a year or so before this ‘party’, I’d attended another one, with Sandra and her daughter, to a much less fashionable area of the town , a large warehouse on an industrial estate to the north of the town. I have to say, before I relate the story, that I’d been to quite a few parties over the years but this one was definitely the most depraved, sordid, kinkiest, sexiest one that I attended. It was also probably the best organised… 阅读更多内容

I find that on occasion I am asked by others here on the site about the types of erotica I enjoy and why. Such as . . ."why do you like fat chicks" or "why do you like big black cocks" or why do you get off on old grandmas getting fucked" . . . and often "why the fascination with hairy pussy"? To all of that I have one direct and simple response. That is WHO CARES WHY!!! For instance, if it seems like I like my ribs with sauce and another prefers theirs dry well, . . .SO WHAT? Sunrise or sunset? Butter on that popcorn or not? When I was young and had trouble sleeping I crawled in bed with my… 阅读更多内容

It was probably around the mid nineties when my affair with Sandra reached its crescendo, sex wise, insomuch as that sex with her, whilst always ‘full on’, was, to me anyway becoming, and I hate to admit it, a bit of a chore and her demands for ‘extreme’ and ‘kinky’ sex was fast becoming an addiction for her too. I was, at that time, spending more and more time at her place, rather than at home with my wife, as my work was increasingly centred around the area in which her house was located. Sandra was insatiable and after a hard days work, I would hardly through the front door, before, usually… 阅读更多内容

I was a young teen and both my parents worked so I used to go home after school and be alone for a couple of hours till mummy got home. When I was about 14 I had a friend who used to bring old porn mags to school. Titles like E***** Razzle and Knave which were mostly Readers wives and letters. He said he found them in his dads garage and there were so many he wouldn't notice they were missing. Sometimes he would bring in stronger mags like Lovebirds Playbirds or Whitehouse which not only showed pussy but also had hard cock photos too. One day he bought one in that got me really horny and he s… 阅读更多内容

I've just had the strangest 48 hours of my life. My neighbour, who I want to fuck, has been having relationship problems with her husband. Through overhearing a few arguments, it's apparent their sex life isn't all it could be and they've only recently got back together after living apart. They are fucking again, judging by some of the noises coming from next door, but she hasn't been herself, a bit frosty. Anyway, I bumped into the husband on Friday as he was coming back from the gym. We get on OK but not really buddies, so it surprised me when he asked if we could have a chat. I just assumed… 阅读更多内容

It was a cold January night, but the snow and freezing temperatures couldn't stop Rick and I from having a steamy weekend getaway. We had been dating for a year, keeping our relationship a secret as we navigated our lives as closeted gay men. I, Steve, was a recent college graduate, slim and feminine with a passion for cross-dressing, and Rick, my dominant and experienced partner, was a local college professor, tall and broad with a grey beard. For this special weekend, Rick had planned a trip to a beach town in New Hampshire, just the two of us in a cozy hotel room. I packed my bags with exc… 阅读更多内容

We’d been messaging each other, on and off, for what seemed ages, just a bit of mild flirting really, especially as I was in my late sixties and he was only nineteen, at least that’s what Steph told me, although he looked a lot younger than that in the photos he sent me!!! I must confess that I’d always been a bit ‘wary’ of going with a twink as, in my opinion, they did seem to be a bit too promiscuous for my liking. I’m a fine one to talk, mind you as I’m not usually that fussy xx Anyway, back to the story and how we came to be in Steph’s bedroom having sex. I was more than turned on by the… 阅读更多内容

I was recently watching a you tube video of an interview with the group pop group ABBA, early on in their careers, and especially the two girls, Agnatha and Anni-Frid, who were wearing very tight and revealing black Lycra legging type slacks, the dark haired one in particular with, what I thought was a quite pronounced camel toe. This set my mind back, to a day trip I’d made with Sandra, a divorcee I was having an affair with, to Worcester and what she’d wore that day. That particular weekend I was staying over at Sandra’s place, rather than going home to my wife and after the usual obligato… 阅读更多内容

Surprisingly for me, I do remember this particular day that I’m about to relate to you and what happened, quite well. It must have been the late eighties, as at that time I was selling laminating machinery, and I’d secured a big order from a company in Redditch, south of Birmingham. I can remember that the owner was a lovely chap called Alan whose wife looked like a well known TV actress, famous for being the barmaid in coronation street! She’d dressed like her too, very short mini skirt with long, stocking encased, legs and I’m bloody convinced that she was trying it on with me as every time… 阅读更多内容

Which was the real me? Had my ex wife, orchestrated such a complete and utter breaking that she'd embedded a new personality of me, or had she uncovered one already there? Was I the frightened straight man struggling to be free, or the contented sissy waiting to be used? In the end, did it matter? Wasn't it better to choose happiness?… 阅读更多内容

So I decided yesterday to visit our local dogging/ cruising area hopefully for a few hours of fun. After arriving I hooked up with a guy called Phil who was about my age or slightly older. We started talking and when we had established that we were both there for the same thing I suggested we go to one of the more secluded areas. On the way Phil told me that this was actually his first time here. He told me that he had been thinking about coming here for ages and decided that today was the day. When we got to the spot I asked him what kind of thing was he looking for. He told me that he often… 阅读更多内容

I had my new young cub come by on Friday night for some fun. He was a little nervous, but not bad at all. I first made contact with him right here on XRMXX, and decided to invite him over for some fun. He is a local guy, 23 years old, and in great shape with a very nice cock. Could not ask for better. I had my husband stay in the office so as not to make things more uncomfortable with the young guy. He didn't mind as he had lots of work to do. I brought the guy into my bedroom and had him undress me as we kissed. Returning the favour, I finally got his great cock in my hand, and lightly… 阅读更多内容

3 weeks ago I visited our local dogging/cruising area and hooked up with a guy called Phil. He told me that it was his first time going to a place like this and so I made sure he enjoyed himself. We spent a couple of very enjoyable hours doing what all men are very good at. We arranged to meet again which was today as my wife is away with the girls on a hen do. When I arrived Phil was already there waiting by his car. I walked over and said alright and suggested we go to the secluded areas. Phil said actually do you want to come back to mine and told me he lived literally 5 minutes away. I sai… 阅读更多内容

I was recently having a lovely wank over a sexy story I was reading, regarding sex with lorry drivers and I suddenly remembered that I’d participated in something very similar, years ago. My memories of the event were and still are a little bit vague but you’ll understand why, as my reminiscence unfolds. Mr Vaughn, who ‘sort” of ran a corner shop at the end of our road, used to sell fresh eggs, which he used to get from a farm, down near Shepton Mallet in Somerset. He’d go down there once a week, usually on a Wednesday afternoon, in his shiny green Morris traveller and, especially in the summ… 阅读更多内容

I well remember that it was quite early on in my ‘education’ with Mr Vaughn that I went to the cinema with him and his friend Mr Johnson.  I’d only just started going to his house with Barry after scouts on a Monday night and my evening there had mostly consisted of Mr Vaughn playing with mine and Barry’s cocks, wanking his cock and him watching me wank and suck Barry off. The cinema trip was a treat, he told me, and that I’d enjoy the film but I wasn’t to tell my mum or dad, as it was for big boys only!!   The cinema was in the central area, just off the Old Market area and was… 阅读更多内容

It was the first boys overseas holidays. 6 of us had worked and saved like mad over summer to pay of our parent s who had booked us 10 days in the canaries. Two rooms, 3 in each. I shared a room with a mate and whilst the other one had the sofa bed and the same in the other room. It was brilliant 10 days of sun, beer, shits and giggle and hopefully sex! It took us 2 days. The first couple sussing out the place, the decent bars, the beach and the pool. There were plenty of girls and blokes around in either two’s, three’s, fours or more. The third day, hanging by the beach we clocked a group of… 阅读更多内容

This story relates to a trip I made to London with Mr Vaughn, Mr Manning and his wife Margaret. It must have been the late sixties when Mr Manning, who’d been in the RAF during the war had been invited to London, to be involved with a museum, the RAF were opening around that time, in Hendon. We must have looked a bit of an odd quartet as we boarded the Ambassador coach in Bristol, for the journey up to the smoke, insomuch as that I was much younger than my other travelling companions, quite a bit in fact. Mr Vaughn was always usually smart and on this occasion he certainly was, as was Mr Mann… 阅读更多内容

Having mentioned, in my last story, about whoring in the north with the sexy Sandra, especially regarding our trips to the red light area in Middlesbrough, I thought I’d relate a few more experiences regarding our time in the Leeds area . When the factory, where we both worked, in the south west closed, it was decided that the product would now be manufactured in the Newcastle, but, for various reasons it was temporarily located to Leeds, which is how we came to be there. I’ve talked about Sandra, a lot, in my reminiscences but I’ll quickly do a recap. Stunningly gorgeous, late forties, earl… 阅读更多内容

After mentioning in my last story of my reminiscences of visiting the Middlesbrough red light area, with Sandra, I thought I’d better elaborate a bit more. During our time in Newcastle we probably went down to the red light area in Middlesbrough, certainly more than a dozen times, probably more like twenty times, mostly on a Wednesday or Thursday night and only, really during the summer months. Sandra was very aware of my penchant for prostitutes, either just looking at them or using them, as long as I used a rubber and had accompanied me, in the past, to the red light areas of Bristol and t… 阅读更多内容

This story is pretty well one hundred percent true although, for obvious reasons I have changed the names of most of the participants and might have been a bit vague in some of the locations as well xx enjoy It was probably around the late eighties when the company I worked for was taken over by a company based in the north east of England and the decision made, to relocate the manufacturing process, to that area. Several key personnel were requested and selected to accompany the company’s product north, which included myself and a woman called Sandra, who I’d recently started an illicit aff… 阅读更多内容

Early morning at Nesbitt Park There are many regulars there. Mostly older. I sucked many of them. Well I got there early one morning. There was only one truck parked there and again it was an older guy. I parked pretty far from him. Sat there for several minutes, as he kept looking over at me. I was really not in the mood for another older cock and was about to leave. Then I saw a white van pull in and he parked right next to me. It was a black guy probably late 30's. After only a minute or so he got out of his van with his cock out. I didn't hesitate. I got out of my van got on my knees and… 阅读更多内容

We usually met, outside a little church, in a little village, just off the A46 every other Friday. Our Friday trysts invariably followed the same pattern, usually without exception. We’d meet about midday and Annabelle, definitely NOT her real name, I hasten to add, usually arrived after me. I always arrive dressed, certainly in the summer, in my favourite pink bodycon dress (see pics of me wearing it in my pics), sometimes tan holdups, a pair of knickers, red wig, false boobs and loads of makeup. Annabelle always liked me to look a bit tarty, well actually a lot tarty!!! And I always liked to… 阅读更多内容

Rolling on from my reminiscences regarding my relationship with the dirty pervert, Mr Vaughn, I can remember going to Birmingham with him, Margaret, Arthur’s wife and the even more dirty and perverted, Mr Manning, not long after my first foray into cross dressing and the party that followed. One of the women, at the party had been a woman called Chrissy, from Birmingham, who it transpired had been invited down to Bristol by another one off Mr Vaughn’s dirty friends and also that she was on the game, a prostitute. She’d had such a good time that she asked Mr Vaughn if he fancied coming up to B… 阅读更多内容

Tina was a great kisser and my cock was feeling really constrained in my jeans and it didn't help that I had her top open and was sucking the hardest little nipple I have ever had in my mouth. Up until then all of the woman and even girls that I had been with had very ample breasts but Tina was maybe a 32b and her nipples really stuck out and my mouth was hungry for them. To further my raging hard on between kissing and her very active tongue in my mouth she was extremely vocal which was also new to me and I loved every second of her moaning and expressive encouragement. Soon she was unzippi… 阅读更多内容

When I think back about it now, all those years ago, it always seemed to involve that dirty little fucker, Mr Vaughn. So called Sexual education, depravity in all shapes and forms and utter filth, his fingers or cock were usually involved in some way. My formative beginnings in cross dressing and being abused and used by other men, was one example that springs to mind. Yes, Mr Vaughn knew I didn’t mind wearing the odd gym slip or camisole when I’d wank or suck his cock off, he knew I used to go to my friends Barry’s house after school for the pair of us to wank each other off looking at the ‘… 阅读更多内容

I’m pretty sure, up until then, the pair of us had never seen a five pound note, even in our wages, but I can still remember that it was dark blue and big, well it seemed big at the time. Mr Vaughn had told us that, if we were good, the men would give us a five pound note and all we had to do was what we’d did to mr Vaughn and his friends, lots of times before. Carol and I had sat, as ordered, very quietly, in the back of mr Vaughn’s Morris traveller with him driving and his friend Arthur, in the front passenger seat. We’d all met at his ‘shop’ around eight o’clock that evening and had dres… 阅读更多内容

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I was recently talking to another ‘hamster’ about my complicated sex life, well not now, but about ten or fifteen years ago. You’ll have to bear with me on this as it takes a bit of following, but hang on in there. Firstly I was married, well I still am although, as I worked away at that time we could lead fairly separate lives. I was lucky if I saw my wife more than once or twice, for a long weekend, every couple of months. Most of the time, when I wasn’t working away, or at least the time my wife thought I was, I stayed and slept with Sandra who, if you’ve read any other of my reminiscence… 阅读更多内容