This is part confessional (my escapades so far) part aspirational (what I want from life in the future) and part explanational (why I think what I want works). Part One – Confessional I guess my first cuckolding experience came about when I was 17 or 18. I was out on a Saturday night and hooked up with a girl. Tall, thin, elegant, very well dressed. She ge...
Cuckold's dilemma: Calvin's Saturday night The rush of conflicting emotions threatened to overwhelm Calvin as he sat quietly on the cushioned wooden chair brought into the bedroom just for him. Placed squarely at the end of the bed where his wife of 10 years was riding her lover like a woman possessed. The sights and sounds of their coupling occupying his s...
The name is Stella Clayton-Qasim and I'm a thirty three-year-old Black woman living in the City of Detroit, Michigan. I stand five feet eleven inches tall, delightfully curvy, big-breasted, wide-hipped and big-bottomed. I used to play for the Women's Rugby Club at my old university. These days, I work as a clerk/legal secretary for a law firm in downtown Det...
Just landed, be home soon! announced a text from my wife, startling me awake. I was lying alone in our bed, anxiously awaiting her return from her long weekend away. It was late on Sunday night, but I picked up my phone, instantly wide awake. Can't wait to see you! I replied, wondering what her homecoming would be like. I'd spent the weekend taking care of...
**First public story submission, so apologies if things are a bit jankey. Contains lots of nastiness, including but not limited to: futadom, futa on female, cuckold, SPH, bondage, etc. All character are over the age of 18. Hope you enjoy :) ** ***** "Harder!...Ughh! Harder, fuck my dripping pussy harder, Skye! I love you, keep fucking me, baby! Oh god,...
This story and the chapters to follow are fiction. It's a story of a man who became a bull in the cuckold scene of the early eighties in New York. This is his road to that place in his life. ------------- New York 1981 To tell you that being a male escort and a bull for wealthy cuckold couples in New York was a chore, would be a lie. Yes, it had its ups...
Last year James and I decided to visit a resort in Oregon that catered to cuckold couples. We found the hotel advertised on an Internet cuckold site. It looked interesting and we decided to check it out. It catered only to cuckold couples only and supplied guaranteed healthy bulls for the Mistresses to enjoy. They had advertised on the cuckold's sites on th...
Emilia had been coaxed into going to this obscure party by an acquaintance. It wasn't really her sort of thing, but she went to appease her friend. She knew it would be kinky, but could never have guessed the outcome. She wore a tight short dress and, it gave her a tingle to feel her long legs being ogled by the various males, but she stuck close to her fri...
As Alex walked back toward the employees' exit, he began to recount how his life had transformed. How did an assertive, confident and successful man transform into the simpering, cock-locked humiliation toy his girlfriend and her bull had created? The answer, as it was with nearly everything in his life, narrowed down to his own choices and desires. Erin ha...
This story and the chapters to follow are fiction. It's a story of a man who became a bull in the cuckold scene of the early eighties in New York. This is his road to that place in his life. ***** New York 1981 I had been working as a hired male escort for wealthy New Yorkers for close to three months when I met Melanie Price. She was forty-four when...