What does it mean to be a cuckold? It actually means many different things to different cuckolds. But let's start at the beginning: The truth vs. the Truth. The Truth, or an absolute Truth, is actually unnamable, or rather it exists, but when you try to interpret it and put words to it, it becomes one of very many truths, as many truths as there are peopl...
She waits. Wants to wait for him. He is in her now, under her skin, in her bloodstream, the captor of her heart and soul. The true reason she lives and breathes. She feels momentary guilt that her life is focused on her love for him, others just there to take care of, nurture, surround her with their presence. They are merely the daily realities of her life...
This instructional is not for fruits wanting to get pulverized in a blender. It's for people interested in the serious topic of personal transition from hairy to bald in the most intimate area. Also, it does not have tips on pubic shaving, as those are aplenty online, and I have nothing to add to what has been published. Finally, none of this applies to athl...
The sun blazed high in the late August sky. It wasn't the hottest day of the summer. The heat was oppressive because it touched that nerve of fatigue at the end of summer, when a person tired of hot weather. It was two o'clock. Paul had finished everything. He had taken his work-out in the cool early morning. He finished mowing the lawn at about eleven. He h...
Derrick stared at the glamorous picture that graced the front page of the London daily Metro. For all appearances, it was a beautifully made young woman. In fact, it was one of the top rated cage fighters cross-dressing as his famous girlfriend model. He sighed as he stealthily peaked over the edge of his paper at the dozens of other commuters filling the Tu...
"I'm not real, you know," Nyn whispered into Paula's ear, as they lay naked on the bed after two and a half hours of passionate love-making. Paul nodded against Nyn's shoulder. "I had an idea," she said softly. "But...it...doesn't matter to me...." She put her hand gently over Nyn's left breast and squeezed it. It felt real, as real as any woman's breast sh...
The hardest thing to do is to begin with goodbye. To watch the world spin for only a moment, and to know, that the beginning of this moment, would soon become a silence, a stillness. Love is always the end. While I had known the man before me, for so long, I could never be sure when it was that I met him. The question always arose; can you know a man whom...
On many occasions in my life I have pondered a particular question that remains unanswered or at least is not answered satisfactorily. I've often heard people ask the question 'Why do I have a fetish?' and this is invariably an objective question looking for an explanation of individual behaviour. Most responses fit into a few obvious categories -- because y...
"Rest! Rest! Is that the only word you know Sherita?" Oasis yelled at the closing door. For good measure, she threw her book too, hitting the wall with a solid " thunk!". "I am not a child Sherita! I can even pee in the toilet by myself! You can leave now!" She continued to yell at the empty room. Flipping the covers that had been pulled up over her for her...
As we are escorted to our seats by the hostess, I can see the men and woman look in turn; the men looking at my wife as we pass, and their wives looking in consternation at their husband's simply for looking. It is not the sound of her heels crushing the peanut shells on the floor of the steakhouse that grab their attention, but rather the long expanse of se...