Anya A week after Michael recorded his little film, I awoke on the floor of his bedroom ready to start another day of small town life. I rose to my knees and climbed onto his bed, slipping silently under his covers to take his beautiful cock in my mouth. He had wanted to sleep in this morning, so my bladder was achingly full by the time he came awake. Eac...
There was a sudden awkwardness between the three of us. The air felt thick with it. It wasn't unusual for Mark to be at a loss for words, or Joe either for that matter, but there was a good 5 minutes of stark silence. Joe in his baggy sweats was seated on the sofa. Mark, buck naked, was sitting sort of Indian style on the floor and I with just a T shirt on h...
She picked up her journal, the one she had kept ever since she had learned about adult life, and as she turned the page she smiled as the memories came flooding back to her as she recalled the pleasure and knowledge they gave her. She recalled the party when she was 18, which set her on the road to ruin and how she had become entangled with a biker gang wher...
This story is mostly fiction. Its quite different than my previous writings which are more bold in the sense the wife is in total control. I wanted to write a loving tale describing what cuckolding a husband can really do to a relationship if both parties are in agreement. I value your opinion and hope I hear from you, in the meantime, enjoy! ***********...
Lady Arabella straightened her back as she moved through the crowd, knowing full well the effect she was having on the men - if they could be called that- around her. This was a Wildling army, she reminded herself, trying not to let her disgust show as she glanced about at the mass of rough, bearded, dirty men ogling her. She'd come North with the Lords of...
I earned this vacation. It had been over a year since my divorce, and since that time I had turned from being a bitter man to one who was truly enjoying life again. The change in jobs plus the unexpected single life had helped transform me, and so, while tasting a local brew, looking out over the Pacific Ocean, I told myself that I earned every second of t...
1st led to 2nd Author's note: This story is a fictional account of one lady's learning to love the cuckold lifestyle and how her behavior affected her marriage. A writer's job is to push limits; the reader's role is to get emotionally involved in the story. Visceral comments from my earlier efforts tell me readers are moved: that is good. Ugly, personal com...
There was a look of shock on his face, an instant of surprise just before my right fist contacted his nose dead square. What is odd is that it all seemed to happen in slow motion, it wasn't really though. He went down hard onto his rear end and rolled back a little, then sat there looking up at me, blood streaming down his face. It took a few moments for h...
I put this in novels and novellas because it's my second Jonathan Smith story and there will be more. It seems like they will be long enough for a novel by the time I'm done. Check my profile for more information on my works. * When I checked in, I discovered I was being loaned to a district in Kensington to participate in a prostitution sweep. It was far...
Cassie was angry. Not just angry, but she was livid. She didn't sleep for the rest of the night, being up with Julia. Julia, her friend, her servant, her savior. Julia held Cassie's hand after Anen left to deal with the prisoner. Murdering prick, Cassie thought. Julia was drugged up with some herbs to help the pain ease and sleep to overcome her, but she s...