I find most cuckold stories tedious and repetitious. After all, how many different themes can there be on "I wanted my wife to cuckold me?" But, occasionally there's one that shows originality, depth of character development, and is well written. All of those traits were exhibited in "Circle of Cuckolds," written and posted here in January of 2006. The endin...
Early morning in Northern Wisconsin is truly breath taking. The increasing warmth of the sun as it begins to filter through the trees and chase away the winter chill. It's bright orange dome cresting a distant wooded ridge slowly turning the varying predawn shades of darkness to vibrant hues of yellows, pinks and purples. Sharing that special moment in time...
His eyes were already open when his vision returned. He blinked to try to moisten them and blood filled them blinding him again. With a shaky hand he wiped them and tried to look around. Complete darkness surrounded him. He lay on a cold wooden table, splinters digging into his back. Breathing came hard as he gulped for every breath. Memories came back slowl...
I Standing quite some distance above the black, turbulent waters below, Miles Scott had never been more aware of the genuine fragility of his own life. But despite this particular awareness as he teetered upon the edge of a precipice of life-threatening proportions, he felt strangely calm. The city, now that the night was here, was dead quiet and hauntingl...
WARNING TO READERS - This is a long, rambling story and VERY British which has been divided into several parts for ease of editing and reading. The individual parts will make more sense if read in sequence as they follow straight on chronologically. Most, but not all chapters contain some sexually explicit sections and the story has a strong incest theme w...
It was another Halloween night in the sleepy port town of Hennessey somewhere on the coastline of Maine. On the Old Woodsmen bridge stood an imposing figure of a man as the sun set; he was a tall slender man and black as pure ebony. A black cloak billowed out from his body forced away by the retreating autumn breeze to revel that he wore a small axe strapp...
Author's Note: Please comment or vote with your honest opinions. Big shout out to my editor zoyiab for doing a very professional job, thankyou. (And to my friends that gave me the support I needed to finish this!) ****************************** I watched as her skilled lips wrapped around his big, rigid cock. He threw back his head, gritting his teeth tog...
A Date with the Devil PART ONE: THE WRIGGLING WRANGLER LUCIFER "So..." Rachel said, sitting across the table from me at the coffee shop patio, "you, Lucifer Beelzebub Satan, are in love with me, Rachel Christine Johnson." "Yeah," I sighed as I stirred my coffee, "I am." "How..." Rachel said as she searched the brimstone sky, hoping to find the words w...
You have been very kind in commenting and voting (please don't stop!) for the first five chapters of Pamela's adventures. Those who have posted one or more as a favourite and others who have chosen to follow these episodes are so very much appreciated. As those who have followed the whole story so far, they will have noticed my faux pas with Chapter Five in...
The hitch-hiker. It had been nearly two years since my life partner of two decades had died, and in February 2014 I had finally made the move away from the Australian capital to rural eastern Victoria. The sale of my previous home had allowed me the luxury of buying suitable land in the quiet seaside village of Marlo, where the Snowy River meets the ocean....