Sissy Willow Fern and I had been married for three years. Our sex life had become bland, routine, and, frankly, I preferred masturbation to the work it took to cum by intercourse. I was pretty sure that Fern felt that way, too. You see, my cock is

I knew I was out to get laid it was that simple. What I didn't know was with whom. I sat quietly near the front of the bar in my skin tight red dress and stilettos, and a red ribbon in my hair. (really a wig) So that was what everyone could see wha

Joan didn't return for several hours and I remained alone in the apartment thinking about the events of the day and admiring myself in the mirror--decked out in that sexy red dress, high heels, and makeup. Denny and the crew were long gone but the ta

I had decided to breakout of the closet this weekend. A gay couple I knew were having a little dinner party and invited me to be desert. I had met them online and partied with them on several occassions. They convinced me to go public and may