Gay, lesbian and straight erotic stories

At that time I was a cross-dresser. The sun was shining beautifully and I decided to go for a walk. So I got ready and took out the camper van. I wanted to go for a walk by the lake. I was driving slowly when I saw a couple get out of their car parked along the road and quickly head off into the woods. Hmm, I didn't think they were going to pick mushrooms or else... I parked a few metres behind their car and waited a bit, taking the opportunity to turn into a little slut.  I was about to go see the rest

Mr John started chatting, telling me how he had spent his night at the gay club "Magna Carta" with his friend Pete and that they were walking home together when they spotted me on the road. "I don't think you noticed, but we drove past you a few times so Pete could get a good look at you and decide whether he should stop and take you or not. We even stopped once, right next to you to watch your ass move, it was so hot, Pete had a real hard-on for you, and had me suck his cock right then and there." see the rest

He corrected me, “You really want to be my slave whore slut, don’t you?” This was now the second time he had slipped the term slave into his vocabulary and the way he used it seemed so definitive and caused me some anxiety. “Yes, I think that’s what I want, Mr. John.” His look seemed to understand my hesitation. He replied, “Then finish your beer and get back in the car.” I was so relieved and pleased that he had reconsidered, and he was allowing me to get back in his car, slowly see the rest

I had been fantasizing about one of my wife's best friends for a long time. It must be said that she attracted the attention of the male gender. She was 53 years old, slim, finely muscled because she was athletic, blonde, masculine hairstyle, beautiful chest that I knew had undergone cosmetic surgery, beautiful lower back and slim and shapely legs. Being a saleswoman, she was always well made up without excess and dressed in a sexy preppy way. And her eyes were like two very bright blue marbles. see the rest

Thanks for your notes, here's the rest. Barely a few minutes after his message, he rings the gate. I open it, he leaves his car in the yard, goes into the house, closes the door, and puts his mouth on mine. Very quickly our tongues mix, he caresses my ass that he filed at noon and says to me: "I want it so bad, suck me" I get on my knees, I undo his pants and I take out his stiff cock that starts to bead. I swallow the head so as not to lose anything and I start to suck. He moans. Very quickly his see the rest

When I see my wife appear in her pretty summer dress I can't help but think back to that morning when she bought it at the market. It was already a while ago. That day, a beautiful sun made us want to go to the market. Passing in front of a clothes merchant, Marie stops, particularly interested in a dress. Of course, right away, a man, by Jove, handsome and quite muscular, all smiles, rushes over and asks her if he can help her. Marie hesitates then tells him "I like this dress, but I'm not sure see the rest

During one of my naughty encounters in one of my favorite places, I met a Biker, a big fan of Harley-Davidson and slender young men. His look matched his passion: long graying hair, well-groomed beard, a paunchy fifties and some difficulty getting an erection, probably because of the beginning of andropause. "_Do you come here often? He asked me." I wiped my thick lips of his pre-seminal fluid with the handkerchief he handed me. "_No, not very often, this place is a little too sordid for me. see the rest

The Venice Carnival is undoubtedly a magical event that you have to see at least once in your life. I was lucky enough to attend it at the invitation of a couple of Italian friends who live in France but own an apartment there. For professional reasons, they could not be in Venice at that time and they offered me to enjoy their accommodation in their place. I accepted with great enthusiasm. It was a dream come true for me. On the shuttle boat that took me from the airport to the city, I couldn't see the rest

Depuis quelques temps, j'étais en dialogue avec un coquin sur un site et qui correspondait vraiment à un être que je ne pouvais qu'apprécier . Bon il y avait une mise au point qui a été rapidement faite , ne désirant pas être l'homme réclamé dans le profil dont parlait Pat. Je ne voulais pas jouer le rôle d'un soumis. Moi quand je rencontre , je ne désire que faire l'amour à un homme et qu'il y ait un échange entre les deux partenaires. Pat allait accepter le jeu et allait me gratifier see the rest

Mais comme tout le monde, j'ai découvert la sexualité un jour, pour moi c'était au collège, en cours de sport.Comme tous les jeunes de cet age, on se retrouve avec des pubertés complètement différentes voir décalées, avec des copains qui avait une pilosité généreuse et d'autres, comme moi, encore un peu gamins, bref, on avait tous le même age donc pas de soucis. On était un petit groupe à ne pas apprécier les cours d'EPS, et les sessions au stade nous offraient la possibilité de see the rest