I hated when Sandy had to work on Sundays, but at least I had convinced her to swap with Vickie to work the mid-morning shift so she'd be home around 3 o'clock. I decided to wait until she got home to talk to her about Chris. After Sandy left for work (wearing another of her high neck sweaters to hide the bruises on her neck), I piddled around the house. I d...
It was a day like any other. I was sitting in my office, masturbating to porn on my computer when I hear "What are you watching?" I turned around and saw my beautiful wife staring at me. I couldn't tell if she was mad, upset, or anything in between. She walked up to me and looked over my shoulder at the computer monitor at what I was watching. "What's cuckol...
I had been in the backyard working the flowerbeds and in over an hour I had accomplished very little. The reason for the lack of progress was sitting in a lounge chair about sixty feet away and she was wearing two strips of yellow cloth, no bigger than Band-Aids on a body that was designed by the Devil to get men like me in trouble. I had been casting lustf...
Letter from the author: This story is about Female domination, humiliation and cuckolding. The main character has a small cock and therefore feels inferior. If this is not your cup of tea, please go read something else. For those who do enjoy that, please read on. Thanks to all those who commented on the last three chapters. Feel free to e-mail me feedback a...
Hello, this is my first attempt and writing anything like this. Thank you for reading, and thank you for your feedback. * The two women had known each other since high school, which is why April's request for Megan, while extreme, was perfectly reasonable in this context. They had, after all, been through a lot together. During their senior year, when Meg...
"No! God damn it no! For the absolute last time Ryan I will not do it!" "Aw come on Tiffany, how do you know you won't like it? "It doesn't matter if I would like it or not Ryan. I am not going to do it and that is final." I got up from the couch and ran upstairs to the bedroom and slammed the door behind me. Then, because I was severely pissed, I turned...
The only thing Alex had for him was his mom. Which is to say, if he didn't have the mom he had, he would have been without friends for most of the early part of his life. Like most of my friends, we had ignored Alex for as long as we knew him, until we learned how much we enjoyed the pleasures of girls. Oddly enough, it was also the most tease-worthy thing...
What happens when we die after sex with a beautiful woman as our last memory? What happens when we die? As if it's a replaying movie, is our last memory of life what we continue to keep after death? Is there life after death? Or once we die, is there nothing in the way that we felt and remembered nothing before we were born? Is there God? Is there Heaven a...
I am around 24 years old and I have always enjoyed wearing panties. I think the feminine feeling of it all really turns me on. At a young age, I discovered masturbation from cumming on my mothers panties after deciding to be bold and try one out from curiosity. I was never able to fufil my love for panties, being in a house full of males, so I never had a si...
In comparison to what had happened on our wedding day and on the plane to Paris, the rest of the honeymoon seemed uneventful. We had a great time hitting all the normal tourist spots, eating too much, and having great sex at all times of the day. Keith pretty well stayed out of the way as he said he would. We saw him occasionally, with him always picking up...