"Tongue out," he whispered near breathlessly, hips pumping slowly. My eyes watered as I gazed up at him, hands clenched tightly in the neatly pleated folds of his work pants. "Just like I taught you." I was crouched fully, and although my ankles sang with the pressure my full weight was placing on them, I ignored it. In this line of work, you got used to cr...
If once in a time happy marriage turns to a problem marriage the events are usually going to happen after a standard pattern, wife is successful at her job, get bored of her husband and children, envoys her free (divorced) friends, an old boyfriend appears and start courting her, she want him, etc. etc. When shit hit the fan in my marriage, I got it all. Wh...
Supervising the football game was the last thing Jeff Meagor wanted to be doing after such a horrible, nauseating day. Immediately after watching his wife worship his boss' impressive cock with her hungry, willing mouth, Jeff had to oversee the night football game between the high school he taught at and their cross-town rival. The game had promised to be pa...
"Prolog" A shadowy figure lurks behind a large oaken desk. The light from his cigar burned brightly, but his face, shrouded in darkness. On the other side of the table a young woman wearing military garb sitting confidently. She spoke with authority to the shadowy figure. "Supreme Commander, Poshterim is ours! The Autocrats have fled, we have control of ev...
Author's Note: All characters depicted are 18 years of age or older. * Anita and Shilpa were teachers in the local convent high school in a small Indian town. They were both in their late forties, youth and beauty fading away, and so were the charms of their ageing husbands. They bonded together really well, having common interests as well as closely relat...
I am one of several slaves my Mistress Marisa keeps in her household. I am completely owned as are the other slaves that serve her. These episodes are written with her permission. It is my, our story... ******************************** The two of you sit in your study, big over-stuffed chairs. You sip scotch, just a leisurely evening with your lover by the...
Afsoon awakened in the embrace of her ebony friend and lover Farisa and gazed into her brown eyes filled with adoration. "Good morning my jewel," Farisa purred and they kissed. Afsoon's eyes were wet as she replied "Good morning, dear one." When they were together they could almost forget they were harem sex slaves, subject to the whims of the cruel Genera...
For the next four or five days I managed to stay away from my sewing room anytime when Peter might be home. I was even recovering a little until one hot August afternoon my virile neighbor caught me working in the yard. All I had on was a T-shirt and a pair of jogging shorts, the gym class kind with the short loose legs and elastic at the waist. My only unde...
Dear Readers, This is an experimental attempt to write a story in the Loving Wives category. I know it doesn't teem with originality but I think there are interesting twists in it. I wanted to portray a husband who isn't a whining wimp when he discovers his wife's infidelity. He is sure of himself and acts accordingly. Please let me know what you think abou...
CHAPTER 1 When I met my girlfriend she didn't know what the term cuckold meant, let alone have any interest in participating in the actual lifestyle. Oh, she knew that one of the reasons for my recent divorce was that my wife had left me for another man after an ongoing three year affair, and was now living with him. She also knew of my submissive tendencie...