The Neighbors Already Know

I wake up in a pile of rumpled sheets. The dark maroon color stark against my white skin. From the depths of the evening before floats up the complement. ‘I like the contrast…’ But I can’t grasp the rest through the fog in my brain. The house is quiet and I’m alone. I recall passion. Fingers gripping tightly. Hungry mouths devouring acres of skin. Deep grunts of satisfaction and moans of pleasure. Squeals of delight. Then another hazy memory from the depths, ‘were those my squeals?’ As I shake my head in an attempt to focus the room spins a little.

I gently roll out of the rumpled cotton field of dreams, driven by the need to urinate. Warm feet on cold tile helps me focus. I stand over a shiny white bowl as my distended bladder shrinks. Glancing to the left I see a double sink with a huge mirror over it. There is another flash of memory. Of the reflection of pale hands running over my torso. Whispers of admiration; then of lust and need. I am bent over the sink and an angelic face floats behind me in the mirror. A grimace of lust painted on it. I feel the color drain from my face as the memory coalesces. Looking down I see the beginnings of bruises on the front of my thighs. In my ears echo the cry of that angel as she is satisfied. Clinching my sphincter creates a dull ache that has never been there before. 

The smell of back coffee draws me toward the kitchen and I slip on my cargo shorts to seek it out. I enter the transitional area between the kitchen and dining room and my eye is drawn to the sliding glass door that looks onto the deck. There stands the angel from the reflection. I flash back to her in the club. In that skin tight red dress she stood out like a flower in a field of noxious weeds. Images of her moving and dancing, a mermaid in a sea of fish, fill my head. Drinks flowed. There is an image of a dark place where the thump of the music has become a dull throb. Of looking up at her from my knees as I push the red line of her hem up creamy thighs. I remember her fingers curled in my hair as I gag and cough with her release. On the deck she turns and catches me staring at her. She looks surprised. I move toward her, the glass whispers aside and join her.

“Good morning.” She leans in and kisses my lips in an easy familiar way.

“Mornin” I mumble back. An awakward silence steps between us and hangs there till I nudge it out of the way. “About last night….” she intercedes.

“I’m sooo sorry! I just get so carried away sometimes! I like to think of it as being passionate, but I guess sometimes….” She trails off knowing that nothing flattering can follow that statement. She changes gears. “Actually, I’m a little surprised you’re still here. Most guys after a night like last night slink out the front door as soon as I come out here to give them an opening.” Her eyes drop to the deck. I’m acutely aware of her curves beneath the robe. “I guess I should be flattered that you at least had the nerve to come out here to say goodbye.” More and more of the previous evening is coming to light. The condition of the sheets makes perfect sense now. Her eyes return to me, hopeful, but resigned.

“I had an amazing night! Best of my life!” I tell her in a breathy rush and wonder blossoms over her face.

“Truly?” I nod, my eyes never leaving hers. “You didn’t come out here to tell me goodbye?” I shake my head. She unties the belt and pulls her robe open. The knowing look on her face says it all. She has finally found her match. “Well then, let’s not waste anymore time talking.” I look into the back yards of the other houses.

“What about your neighbors?” She smirks.

“The neighbors already know all about me.” 

A Whole New World

They had been dating for over a year now getting to know each other and settling into their relationship. To the outside world they appeared to be like any other loving couple, but as with most couples that was hardly the case. Kate and John were in love that part was true, but she was tired of hiding. Kate was the strong willed one in the relationship and had come to a decision. She was no longer hiding who she was. John was unsure about this new path, but Kate insisted. 

Kate enjoyed pulling on her hot pink shorts without the usual tucks and adjustments as John looked on in consternation. John commented,

“Those shorts are pretty tight. They look uncomfortable. Maybe you should wear your kaki ones.” Kate sighed.

“They’re fine John and they match my lipstick. Besides, they’re more comfortable now than all the other times I’ve worn them. I thought you liked these shorts.” He mumbles

“I do. But they….well….they…make you…stand out.” Kate shot him a look then smiled.

“I know.” John was flustered.

“But can’t we start off with something a little less…obvious?” She loved his discomfiture. 

“No honey. You love me right?” John nodded. “Just like I am, right?” Another nod. “Then you need to embrace it and let me be me. Don’t force me to hide who I am behind tucks and tape. Let the world know that your girlfriend is a tgirl and embrace it!” He gave her a dubious look.

“Does it have to look so….big?” She gave him another grin.

“Don’t you want the other guys to be jealous of you?” John heaved a sigh. He’d lost this argument several times already. 

“I guess so.”

“Good!” She picked up her purse. “All ready!” She took one last look in the mirror and said, “I need a selfie to commemorate our first date with me out, so to speak.” She took the picture and posted it to her Instagram wall. “Now we’re ready.”

She took John’s hand  and led him out the door and into a whole new world.

Not Your Little Boy Anymore

This picture could probably bring up multiple fantasy lines. Here’s what it pulled out of my head.

She hadn’t been invited to the graduation party. June, his mother, knew there was some kind of connection between her young son and Angie, the woman next door. She’d moved in beside the single mother and her son when Tommy was a freshman.  At first things were fine. Tommy was simply the gangly kid next door that mowed her grass and did other odd jobs around house for extra cash.

After a few years things changed. He began to struggle keeping eye contact with her, his eyes were always drifting to her boobs, not that she could blame him. After all she knew she has some really nice boobs. She also caught him staring at her whenever she was out sunbathing in her bikini.

One day he was so distracted by watching her he accidently blew a bunch of grass into the pool. Angie yelled at him,

“Tommy! Watch what you’re doing! Damn it! I just paid to have that pool cleaned yesterday! I ought to bend you over my knee and spank your ass!”

Tommy looked horrified and instantly got an erection which only embarrassed him further. Angie found his erection very enlightening. Tommy let go of the mower and dashed for home. Angie mulled over Tommy’s reaction. Was it just an inopportune erection, or was there something deeper at work here. She’d never considered sex with him. He was much too young and while she and June weren’t friends she did respect her and would not take advantage of her son. Besides, she was pretty sure he had no idea she had a penis.

A week went by and the grass was starting to get tall so she texted Tommy and asked him to come over so they could talk it out. He agreed and a few minutes later was sitting on her couch. She was wearing a short black skirt, stockings, heals and a button up blouse that showed a lot of cleavage. Angie figured if he got another erection with her dressed like this he was just a normal red blooded boy.

“Thanks for coming Tommy. I’m sorry I yelled at you last week. I was all stressed out about work. More iced tea?” She leaned down to give him a good look down the front of her blouse as she served him. No erection. Interesting. Now to try theory two. “But I was also pretty upset. It costs a lot of money to get that pool cleaned and when you blow grass into it the very next day I feel like I should be allowed to be angry and even spank you!” She said this sternly and was instantly rewarded with his hard on. His hand went to his crotch to try to hide it. “I think you’ve been a bad, bad boy Tommy.” She stood right infront of him, hands on hips, feet shoulder width apart, looking down on him sternly. “And I’m going to punish you for it.”

Tommy squirmed in his seat for a moment then made to duck past her for the door.

“STOP RIGHT THERE!” He did. “TURN AROUND!” Again he followed orders, with both of his hands covering his aching appendage. His face was glowing with euphoric humiliation. Angie had her answer. He was incredibly turned on and her control was complete. She feels a familiar thrill of power surge through her as their rolls solidify. “You will be graduating soon and by that time you will be an adult. I will punish you then. But until that time we will go on as if nothing has changed and I will torture you with words and visions. Only in your actual punishment will you find release. Do we understand each other?”

Tommy nodded and for the rest of the school year she ordered him around her house. She was stern, demanding, aggressive and everything he desired. She would wear her lacy things around the house and a bikini when outside. She would get close to him, close enough to smell her and never touch him. She built up how she was going to punish him, make him hers and take control in ways he couldn’t imagine. Tommy had a constant erection whenever he was near her.

There were two weeks left in the school year when June showed up on Angie’s front step one afternoon.

“Tommy won’t be working for you anymore. I’m not sure what’s been going on between you two, but it has to stop. He needs to focus on his life. Not you. He’s my little boy and I want him to be successful and go to college and meet a nice girl, get married and have some babies. You’re not part of that picture. So it’s over. Understand?” Angie smiled a genuinely compassionate smile.

“I never meant to be a distraction to Tommy and I’m sorry if I have been. If that is your wish, I will honor it. However I want you to tell him it’s your choice. I don’t want him to think it’s coming from me. Deal?”

June nodded and stomped back home.

Two weeks later Tommy graduated and there was a big party at his house. Lots of family and friends came by to visit. As the party was winding down June noticed that Tommy was missing. She looked through the house and couldn’t find him anywhere. Suddenly she knew where he was. June dashed out of the house and jogged over to Angie’s. She knocked on the door and rang the bell several times, but no one answered. She tired the knob and the door swung open. Deeper in the home she heard the unmistakable sounds of sex. She marched into the family room and found Angie and Tommy going at it, but she was confused. Uncertainly she said,

“Tommy?!” Angie looked back over her shoulder as she was at last punishing Tommy and said,

“I guess he’s not your little boy anymore.”

Late for Class

What will pop out this time…..let’s see….

It was my first time in Japan. The cherry trees were in bloom and their sweet fragrance floated on the air with the occasional delicious smell of cooking food. I was off the beaten path, away from the tourist areas, soaking up the local culture. It was early morning as I happened along the street in an area where I was getting more unusual looks than normal. Being a westerner in the East I stood out like a turkey in a chicken coop so receiving odd looks was becoming standard.

I had just passed a school and noticed small groups of girls carrying books and chatting as they headed toward it. They were wearing the kind of cute little uniforms that made guys have bad thoughts. I didn’t want to creep any of them out so I kept my head down and tried to hurry out of the area.

In my haste I almost collided with a tall girl. I stumbled as I took evasive action to avoid bowling her over and luckily she caught me by the shoulders before I did a face plant in the concrete.

“I’m so sorry miss! I didn’t mean to bump into you!” She steadied me before speaking.

“Oh! You’re American!” I smiled and nodded as I responded for the hundredth time.

“Yes. Guilty as charged. I’m from the states. I better let you get to class.” I stepped around her and took about two steps when her hand grabbed my shoulder again.

“Uh, Mister? I’m so sorry, but this just happened.” I turned back to find the front of her skirt resting on top of a hard penis. I took a double take from her throbbing erection to the concerned look on her face, back to the erection. I’d heard of Futanari, but thought they were just some urban legend. “I’m so sorry this has happened to you, being American and all, you’re not used to this.” I was concerned and wary.

“Used to what?”

“Well, you have given me and erection and you must take care of it for me. It is the honorable thing to do.” A cold chill ran down my spine. “You are an honorable man are you not?”

“I…..uh, sure, but….” She seemed relieved as she cut in.

“Oh good! We’ll have to make this a quickie. I don’t want to be late for my Physics class.” She reached for my belt as I sputtered and I tried to back away.

“Wait! I don’t understand!” She gave me that concerned look again.

“There’s nothing to understand. I’m going to stick my penis in your bottom to relieve my erection. That is what must be done. It is required of you since you caused it. Please! We are wasting valuable time!”

She grabbed me again and this time shucked my pants down around my ankles. With smooth movements she pushed me a couple of steps to a sign post, bent me forward at the waist and placed my shoulder against the post. I felt the tip of her penis rubbing a slippery substance all around my anus and then she entered me. Fully. She unceremoniously began pumping. Each thrust pulling a soft girlish ‘ugh, ugh, ugh,’ in a steady rhythm.

My eyes were closed and my mind reeling as this girl had her way with me. Then to my even deeper humiliation I heard a sing-song voice declare,

“Cho, you’d better hurry! Class starts in ten minutes!” The giggle that followed let me know that it had been spoken in English on purpose. When my eyes opened I saw three girls, much like Cho, walking past and the one closest caught my eye and winked at me as she puckered up and gave me an air kiss. Their giggles faded away as they past us.

Cho’s rhythm was increasing. She was pistoning in and out with deep urgency when suddenly she buried herself to the hilt.

“Aheeeeeeeeee! Uhg! Aheeeeeeee! ugh……ugh…..ugh.” Cho’s release echoed from the buildings and anyone within six blocks would know she was having an orgasm. I felt her cum hard and in an unbelievable volume. I could see my lower abdomen stretching slightly as she grunted a few times to finish topping off a load that would have challenged a bull. She pulled her penis from me with a soft plop.

I looked back at her as her juices ran down the insides of my thighs and saw the innocent looking school girl tuck her flaccid penis back into her panties then straightening her skirt. She met my eye and smiled.

“See you after school.” was all she said.

 

 

Lame Ass Porn

I’ve got a problem with porn and I’m not talking about my addiction. My problem is the amount of lame ass porn we generally have to suffer through to get to those golden nuggets of explosive hotness. I’m focusing on the shemale/tranny/ladyboy/tgirl on male stuff because that is what I spend most of my time watching, but this rant could easily cover any form of porn.

I do a search for shemale on male and a list of clips pop up. There on my screen are a number of thumbnails with a hot girl in the right position to fulfill my fantasy of the moment. I eagerly choose one only to be rewarded with cute tgirl who is barely hard enough to stay in the guy she is topping. She is trying to hide how bored she is by making painfully fake seductive faces at the camera and grabbing her partner’s cock for some half-hearted jacking. A heavy sigh from me and it’s back to the list. I get it. It’s not your thing and someone has pressured you into it, most likely for money. But it’s called acting for a reason. Just like a good actress can cry for the camera during a dramatic scene an adult entertainer should be able to act passionate, dominant, or whatever the scene calls for to make it believable. Better yet, if it’s not your type of scene, skip it. Sure, it’s easy for me to sit here and type that when I don’t have to make your car or rent payment, but then it circles back to my original stance; bring on the acting and leave the lame stuff behind!

Lest you think I’m only picking on the girls I want to go on record that the guys are even worse! Laying there like a bump on a log many of them hardly touch the girl that’s working them over! Many are quiet with an occasional moan or groan and little else. It’s like they are thinking about taking out the garbage instead of focusing on the hot chick screwing them. She’s got nipples too! Show them some love! Give that poor girl who’s struggling to get into the scene some passion to work with and maybe, just maybe, you’ll both find the chemistry that makes the scene pop!

So does this all come back to the producers, directors, and companies making it all? Are they simply trying to crank out content they can charge for? Is any scene where a dick is sliding in and out of a hole acceptable? I guess it is when we pay for it, but if we don’t pay for it where the heck are we going to get our fix? I used to buy movies to get my jollies and that was the most frustrating of all. Paying $40 for the privilege to wade through a couple of hours of scenes for a few minutes of the good stuff! And the dialogue is atrocious, but that is a whole different rant.

Whew. Now that I have that out of my system let me be the first to say that not all shemale on male porn is lame. There are some actresses out there that can melt the computer screen. Jessi Dubai, Yasmin Lee, and Eva Lin pop right off the top of my head and there are many others who I’ve watched and enjoyed. I can’t tell you the name of a single guy that really brings it. Maybe that’s my shallowness and not the failing of the actor though, because I’ve watched some very erotic couples on TS Seduction and they were really bringing it.

Nobody gives a two hoots in a holler about what I think and I know it. But every now and then I just need to vent.