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It was typical lazy afternoon and I was lounging on my couch trying to jack myself off. I was fantasising about my neighbour, but I didn’t know if he was into fucking shemales. I was a shemale, with a great set of boobs and a dick. And then the bell rang.

There was this fantasy of mine where I wanted to experience kinky sex with my man and push ourselves for further fetish sex. We had already done it outdoors and were exhibitionists. Now I wanted something new to spice up my sex life. I had asked Adam to surprise me and I was looking forward to it tonight. I am Christine 32 years and Adam is 36 now but we manage to have an active sex life.

My girlfriend and I have an explosive relationship. We love hard and we fight hard as well. And sometimes the makeup sex is rough, but it works for us. We have been together for 5 years and it’s the same story. We will have an argument; we will scream, shout and fight. Then proceed to have the most amazing and rough make up sex. This story is about a night I tied up my girlfriend and paddled her ass to make her feel the bdsm pleasure of sex.

This was the third time I was meeting Xena. I was having an affair with her and I had kept it a secret from my wife. What do I say? I was addicted to her or rather my cock was addicted to her pussy. And she was naughty as hell so I enjoyed doing things with her of sexual nature. I don’t feel bad having an affair with a hot escort like Xena.

In my family, women are always covered in a Burkha. It is believed that covering up a woman’s body keeps them safe from evil eye be it from their own father or even their husband’s ninth wife. Like in the western world, when I was a kid, we were never exposed to a woman’s body, apart from their eyes or their feet. Clean beautiful feet with mehendi design or alta dye stain, often made me wonder about what lied under it. Destiny had something else defined for me and I sharing my story of fetish seduction on my wedding night.

When I turned 18, I was moving out to California for college. As my stay wasn’t figured yet, my mom invited my dad to our home and proposed the idea of me living with him and his wife for a few months. My dad and his wife were very happy to hear that and came all the way to Toronto to pick me up. I was never close to my dad, but I always remembered my first experience of sex with my stepmother.

I had met Faheem, at a sex club a few months ago. He was young and attractive and looked like he had expensive taste too. His attire and attitude reflected that but at the same time he was a sex fiend. We got talking that night as we watched a woman tied up and get whipped on her ass. She was leaking and then her master fucked her with the whip’s handle. Faheem liked BDSM and that’s what brought him here. After that meeting, we had gone to his hotel and had wild sex.

When I was 12, I went to shop for shoes with my mother. I would walk around the store, making my mother laugh out loud. The onlookers at the store, would often look at me in astonishment and wonder, “How is this little boy handling pencil heels so well”?. My mama knew it back then that I was born different and she fought the world to make me who I am today, a proud cross dressing gay male.

They always say, the first time is shocking, the second surprising and the third, well, there is no stopping. I have been a very adventurous and rebellious girl. I like to question things and people quite often, which earns me, quite a reputation. With this typical characteristic of mine, I was asked to leave my home and never show my face again, by my own father. They said that they have tolerated my gypsy spirit, but they can’t anymore as they were answerable to God. How did everything change and how unconventional anal sex brought back pleasure in my life is what I am going to share in this story.

For a woman, it is often difficult to decide between someone who fulfilled my sexual desires and someone who makes a great father to my kids. I love my children but lately, my sex life wasn’t even remotely exciting. It was the same missionary after Sunday lunch when the kids were napping. And I was frustrated.

I am just 30 years old, married, and have a hot and perfect figure which every man craves for. I love wearing Indian outfits and am quite fond of a saree. This showcases my natural beauty and busty boobs, and so I prefer draping a net saree with a deep neck blouse. This my story of how I got close and had horny fuck with servant in my bedroom.

Andy knew me like no one else. My likes dislikes he knew everything. No wonder I was smitten with him. We were dating and going strong now for 6 months. Our sex life was explosive and we couldn’t get enough of one another. However, he hadn’t touched me anally. He hadn’t gone there and fucked my ass. So I decided to surprise him. I wanted him to claim me in every way. I was planning for a session so he can claim my anal hole and fill me up.

My boyfriend was meeting me tonight for Valentine’s Day. I knew there would be flowers for me and anal for him. He loved it. Loved the way my tight ass took him, the way I moaned in pain and pleasure. So I waited for him that night, in my sheer blue bra and wanted to get licked in the ass. Then he entered the room.

I had never thought about BDSM as a sexual act that would appeal to me. So, I never even thought about trying it. But the first step into BDSM sex, for me was with someone so sensuous and beautiful, that I enjoyed it thoroughly.

This happened four years back when I joined a new office. I was 26 years old at that time with fresh mind and body but inclined toward lesbian sex. My boss cum manager there was Betty. She was a 52-year-old lady with a little chubby body and a figure of 38D-38-36. She was a very strict lady, and I have often seen her shouting at other colleagues. But she was a little soft in the approach towards me. During my initial days at the office, I had only a few interactions with her, but after a couple of months, we started to talk more and she often dropped me at my house. She led a happy family life with her husband who works in the Government sector and two sons working in MNC’s.

After my semester exams were over, I was heading home to spend a couple of days of my holidays with my family. I was waiting at the airport for my flight which was due to depart at around 7:40 pm. The boarding call started around 7:00 pm and I boarded the flight and was adjusting my luggage. Suddenly, a sweet and melodious voice hit the walls of my eardrums. I turned back and saw a girl of nearly 5’3” inches with a thick bottom and average sized breast asking me to help keep her luggage. I helped her and prayed that she sits next to me. However, the luck was not in my favour, and she sat in the next row. My luck was good enough when I had a girlfriend and I was lucky enough to have sex with a virgin girl during my relationship.

I am Alisha, a 37 year old escort in London writing my story on eroticatale. I read many stories on this site and thought to write my own as well. I am proud of my profession and love to openly talk about it. The reason being, its a profession that allows me to do social service along with making money and feel good about myself. You may wonder, what kind of social service can a high class escort offer? Well, I help men release their stress through sex and find happiness again, when they are with me.

I had been planning a trip to Japan for a good while. I had saved money, booked tickets and made bookings at hotels. But maybe it wasn’t in my destiny because at that time, the covid pandemic struck and everything was put on hold. I had booked my stay such that I had an opportunity to court some local ladies. I had a thing for Asian women and I was super attracted to them. I have many kinks but wanted to satisfy my fetish desires with them.

Alessia was always a wild child and that what attracted me to her at first. There was this need to subdue her and fuck some sense into her, may be a wild sex session with my maid. I had made her my submissive and I could fuck some sense into her on a regular basis. I loved doing that – fucking her, especially if she resisted me. I smile at that thought and enter my apartment.

Daryl was supposed to be my one night stand, but instead he took pleasure in fucking me again on a secluded beach. It was the attraction that I blamed for this. We met on the night before but couldn’t get to fucking because he had a medical emergency…yeah, he couldn’t get his dick up. I laughed and laughed. But he found me the other day, when I was lounging on the beach. That’s my story of how he fucked me on an open beach!

I am a real estate agent and often visit houses or homeowners who want to make a listing for sale. That day was hot and I was sweating, so instead of my usual business attire I was wearing a tank top and a mini skirt. I had an appointment with the homeowner of a large ranch style house which had been recently renovated. I had been eyeing that house for a while as I knew I could get a good commission out of it. The story is not about making commission but how I got tied and ass fucked.

Cheating can be defined as an accident, unintentional or maybe intentional act. It depends on person to person and maybe situations are different for everyone. We can’t say until we go through the same condition and become the game changer.

Hi, I am Shail and I am 21 now. The incident I am going to narrate happened in high school when I was 16 and became slut of my friend. My parents wanted a daughter but I was their only kid so, my mother often used to dress me up like a girl when I was a child. That stayed with me as I grew up. I used to dress up as a girl in the solace of my room as my parents strictly ordered me not to dress like a girl ever. I had no idea this will change my entire life. One day I was dressed up as a girl when a friend from my high school came banging in my room. It was then that I realised my room wasn’t properly locked.

I had an affinity towards women’s clothes and have a lot of crossdressing fantasies. The soft silks, shimmery fabrics and bold colours – I loved them all. But I was a boy and all my friends would laugh if ever a boy wore a pink shirt. And I loved hose colours. I wanted to raid my mom’s closet, wear her dresses, put on makeup and strut like the diva that I was. But I held this in me for many years, until one night I saw my parents. They had dressed up in costumes I believe. My mom was a policeman and dad played a nurse. It seemed they were role-playing, but mom was a man and dad was a woman?

I was completely attracted to my swimming coach. He had a physique to die for. I felt like exploring the different parts of his chest and abs. When he used to wear his swimming trunks, I felt like eating him up. I used to have fantasied about him. Also, he was just 5 years elder to me. This story is about how we got close and had anal sex for the first time.