At the start of the new millenium, while most of the world was celebrating, I was on my hands and knees cleaning the kitchen floor. But I did have reason to celebrate, for I had passed the final test. You see it was exactly one year ago on Dec 31st that I pledged to my wife that I wished to be her cuckold. I won't bore you with the details, but our marriage...
This is a prologue to a sci-fi story called "The Donation". It is meant as a dystopia. Do not read this prologue or the following chapters, if you can not handle stories about a patriarchal regime. "The Gender Reconstruction Act was narrowly approved today. All remaining women's rights have been revoked. Leading feminist protesters were arrested today, on c...
A thick, wrought-iron sign with the single word "GRIMSLEY" was arched between two massive stone pillars that marked the entry to this all-girl academic enclave. Ms. Frobisher gunned her little red sportscar right between the pillars and up the long driveway, all uphill, to where Grimsley sat overlooking Lake Penasaukee, or Lake PenisSuckIt, as the guys at Ea...
My name is Ted Ashton and I am twenty-six years old. I am assistant pastor at what some of our detractors have called the richest church in northern Virginia. We are that, of course, but I don't like to describe us that way. It was a choice job offer that I got right after I received my Doctor of Theology degree. Unlike most assistant positions it paid wel...
FORWARD: This is the third of five episodes of the Dressed for Disaster saga, immediately preceding “Vendetta’s Diary.” Patrick Summers wandered the streets of lower Manhattan in an aimless fog, the chaos surrounding him a lurid backdrop for the turmoil between his ears. He had just suffered two tremendous shocks: his narrow escape from the collapse of the...
Peg and I became close friends because both of our husbands had the cuck fetish and we talked a lot about it and gave each other mutual support. We belonged to the same club and did lunch together and shopped together and our husbands got to be close friends and we even had a vacation together. Both of our husbands were prosperous businessmen and we could...
"Warning: If you are provoked by racial language, and / or very extreme violence in retribution please stop now. This is not a story for you to read." Author's Note: Understand that if given the chance in society that most people would react in violence to the threat of violence. They would do so if there was a threat to a family member from Rape or the t...
To anyone who enjoys this unfolding story, Please feel free to leave direct feedback. Comments are quite welcome, but I always love the chance to reply to you as well. Yours, TaraxXxTease *** A thumping on the door woke Noah. Eyes shooting open he bolted toward his clothes—but the hinges didn't last. "You're late," Cain thundered, gripping the boy by th...
Rob and Sherri walked along through the woods and marveled at nature. The day was over cast so the hiking trails were nearly empty. They had not seen another hiker for about an hour and they had walked into a less popular area of the park, the clay flats and foothills. The scenery was less breath taking here but the solitude and peace more then made up for i...
I guess we all have our sexual kinks, you know those certain indulgences outside of routine fucking? I am sure that some of my kinks are born of a knowledge that full sex isn't possible under the prevailing circumstances at the time. So, I er, don't try and pursue the unattainable; I settle for a little something that still gets me off. When I am on holiday,...