Chapter 2: Quiet Corner The Peppercorn is a popular restaurant with a big bar and an extensive happy hour that draws a big crowd. I arrived early so I was lucky to find a parking spot just opposite the front door where I could wait for Tonya to arrive. After almost ten minutes, I was thinking that perhaps I should go inside, but then I saw Tonya drive past...
"Who's that," I said, as we walked down the hall. "Her? You can't afford her," said Marissa. "Besides you've got a date with a switch. So, let's try to focus shall we?" she said. "Yes, yes of course ma'am," I said. For the price of $100 an hour, once a month for the past year, I had had the extreme pleasure of having my hide tanned real good by Marissa. In...
Chapter 32 "Look I am just saying they will find a way I am only young and I would say Mrs Dagger have you approached the non working mothers and fathers to monitor and free food for them and their children." "God that is a great Idea," and then she realized if I thought of it the higher-ups would put the blame on her. "Alright I will be quiet." We went...
Note - this is a piece of fiction. The characters are not real. The scenario is purely a fantasy and does not describe any actual relationship. Laurel is not my actual wife. Enjoy! ***** I stood at the altar alone with Rev. Carl, the minister, looking out at the wedding guests. It wasn't a large wedding, still to me it seemed there were a lot of people l...
Hi, the name's Gough... Wank Gough! Not as in 'van go', which does sound a bit wanky come to think of it, but as in 'wank off'. I like to think it has resonances of wanking as an art form like how my name-sake Vinny's painting 'Starry night' immortalises my purple nozzled yoghurt spinner cumming like a fountain! What I'm trying to get across is the majest...
Note: I wrote this story many years ago on Literotica. But back then I was impulsive to complete the story, and it was full of grammatical and spelling errors. It was my first attempt as well. It was met with mainly comments about the poor grammar and spelling, and there were a few nasty ones about the cuckold fantasy. Well there were some encouraging commen...
Danny knew that Mary was still both day and night dreaming of Bud and the sex they had had together. No matter what he did, Danny couldn't seem to turn it around. It was obvious that Mary wanted to fuck Bud again, and most likely again and again. She couldn't get him out of her head. What Bud had done to her body and brain when he made love to her that night...
My name is Wendy Stephania Polydor and I'm a 29-year-old Black woman of Haitian descent living in the City of Boston, Massachusetts. I work as a Nurse at a certain hospital and I am the proud mother of a son, Jefferson, and a daughter, Lilandra. Life as a single mother isn't easy, and the fact that my ex-husband Alan Stephenson, a Boston-area cop, is a miser...
Dee Rogers' life was in a rut! She was a beautiful 34B-23-35 blonde, 37-year-old fifth grade teacher whose life was stuffed with routines. She had married Pat just after graduation from a prestigious Southern university. Pat was a contractor and was away for days on end. Reggie Jackson was Dee's student. He had barely finished high school and went to work i...
Last of Chapter eight John stood up and told the announcer that he did not want the woman and he was sitting with his wife. Kevin stood up on the table and told everyone that John was a cuckold and would rather eat out the used pussy of the first woman. A couple men grabbed John and forced him down between the legs of the woman that had just been fucked. Wi...