Author's note, for all readers: This is part 2 of Irene's story. My first attempt to write a story based on a reader's fantasy. This is a story about a man who encourages his wife to go with another man or men. He wants to be a cuckold and compared unfavourably with her lovers. It is a story about a woman cuckolding her husband for his pleasure. If this...
Guest Star: Porsha Simms-44DDD-40-38 (28 years old) I watched a few cars move down the street along with some foot traffic on the block content to just sit there on the grass for as long as it took to sink in. My mind kept replaying the brief innocent moment when I witness Yoli getting into a cab juxtaposed with what I'd discovered seconds ago. I could stil...
Here it is, the next chapter of HFHM, and just in the nick of time! It should go without saying that my plans (much like yours) have been royally fucked for the foreseeable future. I still intend to keep writing as much as I can each month, but with everything closed down and my family now at home during odd hours of the day, my writing schedule has been sc...
I was inspired to reach out to Barbara Jean Goodhead after reading her story, "The Diary of Jewel Delacroix" If you haven't read it, I encourage you to do so. I had an idea for a story, but have never published erotica, so asked if Barbara Jean would like to collaborate. Happily, she agreed, and the result has been this tale of Dustin's journey to becoming...
As always, all characters, events, companies, etc. are figments of our imagination and have no connection to any living or dead persons, true events or actual companies. In other words, this is all fiction. M.P. "I've never met a man that sells anvils before." C.C. "It takes a real salesman; I can tell you that. Anvils have a limited appeal, you know."*...
Any similarities between this and real people is coincidental. If you recognise yourself here, feel privileged. All sex participants are at least 18. It has taken me a long time to get this written, then I read a similar plot. Oh well, guess great minds think alike, or all shit moves in the flush. not sure which. I have rarely beaten around the bush with...
Sam grabbed his car from the garage, swung by the coffee shop to collect Miranda, and headed to his tiny apartment in the neighborhood he optimistically called "pre-gentrified." At a stop light Sam quickly texted Viv that he had to grab some things from his apartment, and he'd probably just crash there for the night. 'Makes sense,' Viv texted back. 'I'll be...
Author's note: As absurd as the concepts of hucows and ponygirls are, I tried to take them quite seriously, to delve in the psychology of a hucow or a ponygirl and her owner, in search of what these admittedly strange fetishes mean, at least to me. Therefore, beside the tropes of the genre (kinky sex, humiliation and de-humanization), you will find the musi...
It started so innocently. But in retrospect, I was an idiot. To be fair, two decades of formal education had trained me that way. My buddy's father was transferred to Italy. We went to visit, stayed cheaply with him, saw some sights, and then had to decide what to see on the way home. My friend and his girlfriend, unaccountably, wanted to check out Paris....
"Josh, on your right!" Eric's warning buzzed out of my headphones as we raced down the dark alleyway. With a much-practiced twitch of my fingers on my gamepad, my on-screen character leaped to one side. Narrowly avoiding the blast of machine-gun fire from chasing Nazi soldiers. "I got em," I called out to my college dormmate as I sent my controlled soldi...