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The Club

by DoubleDeesire on Sep 17, 2017
BDSM

I belong to a BDSM club and have for at least 15 years. It is located about 20 minutes from my house. I go monthly and usually with my friend M. She is the wife of someone my husband works with and we found out about our shared desires secretly. M is very dominant and must always be in control, which is great, as I am the submissive one in most relationship...

Maude and Me

by 38Dee on Sep 17, 2017
BDSM

I belong to a BDSM club and have for at least 15 years. It is located about 20 minutes from my house. I go monthly and usually with my friend M. She is the wife of someone my husband works with and we found out about our shared desires secretly. M. is very dominant and must always be in control, which is great, as I am the submissive one in most relationshi...

Maude and Me

by MelanieDaniels on Sep 17, 2017
BDSM

I belong to a BDSM club and have for at least 15 years. It is located in Oshawa, about 20 minutes from my house. I go monthly and usually with my friend Maude. She is the wife of someone my husband works with and we found out about our shared desires secretly. Maude is very dominant and must always be in control, which is great, as I am the submissive one i...

My Very Secret Life

by little_donna on Sep 16, 2017
BDSM

I belong to a BDSM club and have for at least 15 years. It is located in Oshawa, about 20 minutes from my house. I go monthly and usually with my friend Maude. She is the wife of someone my husband works with and we found out about our shared desires secretly. Maude is very dominant and must always be in control, which is great, as I am the submissive one i...

Delgrasi Writer's Market

by dweaver999 on Sep 16, 2017
Letters & Transcripts

To: George Falstaff From Valerie Burbon Re: Updated entries for The Writer's Market George, These are the latest entries in The Writer's Market that we're considering. The old entries have been in need of revision since we've expanded the breadth of all our publications. The deadline for changes is just a week away, so quick action is needed. Mastering M...

Review: Switchhitters

by lindiana on Sep 16, 2017
Reviews & Essays

Another great anthology of erotica that I highly recommend is SwitchHitters, edited by Carol Queen and Lawrence Schimel. I purchased this book for the main purpose that it included a short story from Laura Antoniou, the author of The Marketplace series. Her particular entry in this anthology is about one of the characters from the premiere book in that serie...

Eric's Dreams Pt. 03

by Genevieve_Ohara on Jul 14, 2020
Transgender & Crossdressers

Eric kept thinking about his sex problem. He was a crossdresser. But most gay men didn't like that. The sex, yes, but not the crossdressing. Gay men, at least most gay men, had no interest in lipstick and lingerie, and the thrill of passing as a woman. They wanted to fuck and be fucked by men. They wanted to have their cocks sucked by men. And they wanted to...

Best Friends Forever Pt. 04

by Kantarii on Apr 18, 2018
Transsexuals & Crossdressers

Everything is happening so fast with Brian, not the way I thought it would. I would've preferred not to tell him I'm gay; however, the thought of Jason telling him first changed my mind. Still, I'm not eager to pour my heart out to him. Initially, it feels like a weight has been lifted off my chest, but the look on his face scares me. I've seen it before ma...

A Woman Scorned Ch. 02

by Cleevedreams on Sep 15, 2017
BDSM

Tom and Judy kept each other at arms length for the next several weeks, but both were wrestling with their inner emotions, and Judy was wracked with guilt about her unfaithfulness. Lynne had her suspicions that all was not right. Judy had seemed distant, and in bed their relationship had stalled. It came to a head when Lynne found Judy crying one evening,...

I See a Red Door

by sublocked on Sep 12, 2017
BDSM

She paced slowly, methodically, back and forth like a tigress behind bars in a too-small cage. She smoked, and he hated that, but it looked right at the moment, the smoke curling from her ruby lips, sifting through her raven black hair, like flour through a sieve. She loved black it seemed, as he had seen her in nothing else. The outer garments were not pres...