"I am a deceitful, cheating wife. I think we should separate. I can no longer trust myself, so there's no reason for you to either. God, I'm a horrible person." "Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, honey. What the hell are you talking about? Sit down and let's discuss this before we take such drastic measures. What do you mean, you're a cheating wife?" "I mean ....
I made it through the month, ... barely. I have no idea how anyone can handle a lifetime of celibacy. One month and I was jittery, couldn't sleep well, and my balls literally ached all the time. Yes, all of the time, as in every minute of every day. I must have taken over fifty cold showers, which are absolutely miserable, and very limited in effectiveness...
Oh God. What had I done! Ron and Darren just fucked me! I sobbed as I made my way back to the car, but I was in a kind of daze. It wasn't until the next day when the full realization of what had happened really hit me. I felt dirty, used. They had used me like a common whore. And I had let them do it. Even worse, if that could be possible, next week I would...
Hello everyone! I know you've all been waiting for the next installment of A Game of Basketball which I will rename to Rivals, so here it is. Like always, all participants in sexual activities are above the age of 18. I hope you enjoy. Feel free to leave any feedback or questions in the comment section below and also you can always message me through my prof...
***The thank-you I had included in my previous story didn't make it (probably user error), so I just wanted to say thank you to everyone who commented and emailed me. I appreciate the support, and I hope you all enjoy the continued stories! :)*** Chapter 3: Practice Makes Perfect "Hey there, Albert! Come on in!" Tasha greets me at the door with one of the...
Note to Readers: This series concerns the adventures of a friend of ours. It's been embellished and fictionalized, partly by her as she told it, and partly by me. I have her permission to repeat it. ***** I get in the car, pull off my sandals and toss them in the back, pull my keys out of my handbag and double check that my earrings and necklace are in the...
Three Friends And A Cuckhold12-11-19 By jnebegood Larry was the Black Cuckhold among the three friends. Ackley was the White, female whore of the trio and Evian was the White intellectual of the group. The trio had come to terms with each other after Evian had wanted to spice up his long-term fizzling whore-spin with Ackley as their affair was losing its...
"Fuck!" Cassie started awake as I sat up. "What? What is it?" "What time is it?" She looked over at the clock on her bedside table. "Quarter to five... why?- oh..." realization dawned on her. I had to get home now. "Fuck. Fuck! Where are my pants?" I scrambled out of the bed, adrenaline waking me up. "Here," she tossed my shirt to me, a slight note of...
Weekend At Becky's If you go down in the woods today, you're sure of a big surprise Part One: Brown Eyed Bears Okay, remember how my first scene ended with me throwing up on the camera? Not good, I hear you say. Not so fast, say I. Turns out this was not a career ending move, rather it's the scat equivalent of the money shot. Becky is on the phone and en...
I woke up to the sound of the shower running. It's always strange when you come round from sleep in a strange bed. I found myself clinging to some unremembered. I thought of Linda naked under the hot running water and slid my hand across the sheets to my cock. There was a brief moment of terror as I touched the hard plastic of the cage, before I remembered y...