The beautiful things of life are oftentimes birthed out of great bitterness. The morning sunlight glistened off the smooth surface of West Grand Lake with the early morning chilled air hanging still and motionless. It was the dead calm of an early October morning when most of the seasonal campers and cottage dwellers had long returned to their distant resid...
This is the second of a four-chapter story told from the perspective of a bull, the man who is the second male of an MMF relationship. The first chapter depicts how the bull got his start. While not imperative that you read the first chapter before you read this one, it might be helpful to more fully understand the relationships in this chapter. As always,...
I hate shopping for one person almost as much as I hate cooking for one. Other than the staples I never buy more than a week's worth of food, who knows, I might croak, and I go out to eat at least once a week. It's my treat for having made through another week without hurting anyone. For most of my items I always go to the same store, it took me long enough...
(All characters involved in sexual/romantic situations are over eighteen years old. Any resemblance to real persons is unintended and coincidental Please note that this story contains some elements of graphic violence against people of all ages, as well as severe medical issues and their unfortunate consequences. Most of the story is relatively happy, light,...
The following is a continuation of two stories, "Justice Ch. 01: Amos and Andrea" and "The Camp Ch. 03: The Coward." To understand the full context of what is taking place here, I suggest you read those two stories first. Many thanks to those who offered comments and constructive criticism on my previous stories. For those who want to say this or that would...
I stood atop the highest roof of the tallest building on the back of an immense, town-sized horse that was thundering in a panicked terror straight towards the edge of an immense canyon, facing down a collection of bandits and brigands, and yet, the thing that I was most struck by was the fact that I had met my first...husband. He was dressed in a green tun...
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...
This is a work of fiction. All characters and incidents portrayed and names within are fictitious and any similarity to the name, character or history of any person is entirely coincidental. All places mentioned are only used to provide a framework, not to imply anything in this story actually occurred in those places. Although everyone is a fiction of our i...
Summary: A happily married couple both submit to her Dom ex-lover. Note 1: This story is dedicated to Mike and Laura, a married couple, who requested this story. Note 2: Estragon, as always, many thanks for your copy editing work and LaRascasse for his plot suggestions. Warning: Please note this is a story about cuckolding that includes gay submission...i...
The description gave a clue but I will repeat the warning. This story has a definite cuckold aspect, so those of you who are averse to that theme should leave now. ***** It was one of those perfect days of early summer - warm without being too hot and with a freshness in the air that made it the ideal weather for walking. Claire, my wife of twelve years...