Nifty Gay and Bisexual Stories

The story is about a woman lured into a relationship with another woman and being caught on film by her husband

It started at the barbecue. Leslie and Andy had invited
a group of friends one Sunday afternoon to celebrate
Andy’s birthday. Annette who was married to Jim had
brought some sausages and a couple of bottles of wine.
Leslie had taken them from her but had seemed to have
let her fingers linger on her hand as she said thank
you. At the time Annette had thought nothing about it.

As the barbeque progressed everyone had a bit to drink
and were all enjoying themselves. Leslie had played the
host well, making sure that everyone had enough food
and drink. …

One-thousand Words ASSTR ANNY

Little had changed since the days of cheerleading and home coming
queen. Though quick-witted, Dianna, like many of her ilk, lacked
self-esteem. High Maintenance to her equaled an implicit unhappiness
with one’s own image. Equipped with a similar physique and voice to
the legendary entertainer, it came as little surprise that her’s was a
Marilyn.Monroesque-sex kittenish sort of thing.

Clearly she dreamed on with exceptional looks and equally good genes.
An adult now, the bust line’s conservative estimate of 38 D-cup
dimensions outgrew any optimistic teen’s high school uniform or gown
dress size, yet daily workouts kept the 35-year old …

A. Kitten: “Recidivist” (FF, bdsm, stroke)

Kayleigh entered the club’s dark locker room, one-handedly stuffing
her keycard back in her purse. She had never seen itfully lit; Adam
kept things dark and cool. Cavernous.

Facing her cubby, she wriggled out of her jeans and tank top, setting
them on a middle shelf. Lifting her collar from its hook, she held it
briefly to her chest and bent her neck to inhale the scent of leather.
Then she knelt by the exit to the club, collar held before her, and
pressed the bell.

Slaves weren’t allowed to collar themselves.

Nor were any dominant members inconsiderate enough to …

Alice has a simply horrid time at Mr and Mrs Hart’s party in Wonderground

Alice was pleased to see that Kedi was out there as if she had been
expecting her. Alice ran into Kedi’s arms, who held her tightly and
comforted her as Alice gulped out her sobs. “It was horrible!
Horrible!” she sobbed. “A real nightmare!”

“I think,” said Kedi kindly, “it’s time for you to go home.” And with
that she steered Alice away from Mrs Hart’s house and towards the
nearest bus-stop.

Kedi took Alice to Mouse’s house, and after advising Mouse’s mother
of the situation she took some clothes which both she and Alice could
wear. She then escorted …

Herbert Grandpa’s Vacation Surprise

Spring break was always a fun time for eighteen-year-old Dale. Every year,
when school was closed, they visited his grandparents for the week. Besides
all the usual stuff boys expect (and get) from indulgent grandparents, just
two houses down the block Dale had a wonderful friend, Jess. They were the
same age and loved to play together. Jess was also a wonderful guide to
the area for he knew where everything was — all the great spots to go to
play and explore for this was a little town which was very different from
Dale’s own neighborhood in the great …

Rufus and Johnny interracial oral

Rufus wanted badly to join a popular fraternity on campus, but he
needed a sponsor who could vouch for his character. The only one he
knew, who was already a member, was a blond boy in his dorm named
Johnny.

As luck would have it, the two boys ran into each other in the public
restroom in the dorm. As both boys were using the urinal Rufus looked
over at Johnny and casually asked if he would do him the favor of
getting him into the fraternity.

“I’m not in the habit of vouching for black boys,” Johnny said – …

Rice and Poopy – Friday WMN

Have you ever seen a dragon in a tuxedo. Don’t laugh.
Whatever you do, don’t laugh. I just finished putting
out some unfortunate soul with a fire extinguisher and
do not look forward to doing it again.

A regal looking female muse stood on the dias, wings
fluttering in annoyance as the crowd took its own
sweet time settling down. I put the fire extinguisher
away and headed for the bar, knowing that the ceremony
would start later rather than sooner. Friday was still
licking some residual chocolate off a well built
Adonis of a muse in the back corner …

A first sexual experience

My sister’s best firend, Flora, was 19 when I was 18. It seems that
she had heard some horror story about how a girl’s first experience
with intercourse was always painful. Flora and my sister, Helen,
discussed this for a long time. Flora was planning to have her first
experiece with her boy friend and she wanted it to be perfect. So
Helen and her hatched a plot. It seems that Helen had volinteered my
services to be the first to enter Flora so as to make her first “real”
(as Flora put it) intercourse a more romantic happening. Since …

Wish – By Rachel Gumm

Leaning out of the bedroom window, Maria savoured the feel of the
ocean’s cool breeze against her skin, offsetting the sun’s relentless
heat. Closing her eyes, she took in a deep breath of fresh sea air,
absorbed in the sound of seagulls and waves crashing against pebbles.
Feeling refreshed, she turned back towards the bedroom.

“Having fun?” She smiled sweetly as she looked down at her helpless
captive, Susan. She was squirming around on the freshly made bed’s
soft duvet for all she was worth, getting herself worked up into a
frenzy again. Dressed only in a white string bikini …

The Wild Threesome

It was too dressy for work. “Do you think it’s too dressy?” she asked.

“No,” I answered, smiling. “You *have* to go wild now and then.” She
smiled a relieved smile. Marie, that is. It was morning and she’d just
come into my office. The dress was too sexy–it was dark, tight, short,
and the neckline plunged. OK for the right date, but wrong for work.
Very wrong. But what could I say? And why was she wearing it?

“Dave made me wear it.”

Weird. “Looks like something Dave might like you in. I guess he’s not
the jealous type. …

Testing Women

As I have said before, I really don’t understand some women.

Seems that after neo-abolitionist made such a big deal about the sex
and meat testings that a lot of companies were offering, the ‘cool’
thing to do for a large group of women would be to have themselves sex
tested. I’m not complaining, a cash stream is a cash stream. I just
don’t follow why they would be doing this. Of course some are weirder
than others.

Case in point. A group of 5 women came in (2 blonds, a red head, one
with brown hair and a black …

A Perfect World for lesbian lovers

Exactly one Martian month later, Slurry was sitting behind her desk on the
59th floor of the Martian capital building. Her office was small and did not
feature a view, or even a window for that matter, but it was hers, 36 square
meters of real estate, equipped with a plastic desk and a computer terminal
and featuring her recently bestowed title on the door: DR. SLURRY FRAZIER –
HISTORIAN. She was as proud of that title as she was of the office itself.
Slurry was deliriously happy these days. She was about to start a family
with the man …

First Time Together (MFF)

“Relax.”

I was trying. I stood in our bedroom while Russell caressed my
shoulders, my arms. His touch was light, sensual. He traced a finger
up over my breast, up my neck, under my chin, lifting my lips to him.
A light, lingering kiss. “Relax, Sarah.”

He kissed me again, still light, but I felt his tongue. I opened,
letting him into me, tasting him. Russ wrapped me in his arms, pulling
me to him. His lips left mine and nibbled a path down my neck.

Normally I loved this. It still felt good. But I could only think of…

The sex-exam

“Number three, on the right,” said the nurse, holding a clipboard. I
started down the corridor, left to my own devices, looking at the
numbered doors. Something always makes me nervous about visiting
doctors even though this was just a routine check: the league wanted
assurance that I wasn’t going to have a heart attack during the games.
I turned the knob and pushed the door open.

It was occupied. “Oops, excuse me,” I said, backing out. Then I stared
frozen–a nurse had turned around and looked at me. She smiled at me:
her smile said *you and I are …

Dolores’s Revenge

What could have happened? The last thing I could remember was sitting
with my wife at the dinner table. I woke up groggy and stiff. It was hard
to breath and my jaw was sore. I fought to wake completely up. I looked
around. I was in a large barren room, like a warehouse. A single light
above me cast a circular pattern of illumination as though I were in a
spotlight. I was bent over some kind of padded stool and I was tied.

I realized why my mouth was sore. I had a ball gag in it. I …