This is a cuckold story. Am I wasting my keystrokes? If you don't like cuckold, then skip to the next story. If you don't know what cuckold is, google it or something. Really. You know, there are genres of porn I don't like. Nothing personal, but "furry" porn and "scat" porn I really can't stand. Know what? I don't read them. Simple. That said, this story...
"But honey, trust me. It's going to be so fun, so sexy, I know you're going to love it. Do this one thing for me just because you love me. You do love me, right?" There it was. The "if you love me you'll_________" trap. Fill in that blank as you see fit. Do the ridiculous honey-do list on what should be a restful Saturday afternoon. Learn to waltz. Spend th...
Well, although it has been a while, this continues where Chapter 18 left off, and despite the intervening years, in this story only a few hours have passed. It may be worth re-reading Chapter 18 (and / or other earlier Chapters too) to know what is going on. I hope that Suzanne, Ian, Graham and John are welcomed back, but I also fully understand if you have...
'Best of times; worst of times', it was Charles Dickens who started off his epic tale of 'A Tale of Two Cities' with that phrase and I have often thought that should my life be written about then those few words would neatly sum up my biography. However, given my life is not yet done, such thoughts maybe a little premature and there might well be a happy e...
The Wedding (Patti Cake part 3) Chapter 9 – Coerced, Consumed and Consummated... After wrestling my Uncle John out of his suit and laying him out on his back, I knew his passed-out routine was all a farce as he looked to me winking with a smile before going back into his pretend-coma... Faking it in front of Patti and no doubt doing so in the want of stay...
Authors note: A big thank you to all my fans. I appreciate the feedback. Keep favoriting, voting, sending emails, and leaving comments. I love them. They are what keep me writing. I don't need many fans to keep writing. I will write for those I have. I know it's been over a month since I published. Truthfully when I started I had so many in my head they ju...
When Tracy began the second trimester of her pregnancy, the addition to the house was finished. We hadn't let John see it. He was over for his usual Wednesday fuckathon. I can't explain how we all just flow together so well, and there is no jealousy what so ever. As we went out to the patio for our usual, post coital, drink and conversation, I said "Oh Joh...
NOTE: Since a lot of people were turned-off by the infantilism and diaper play, I decided to change the second part of the story. Enjoy! * Final exams were OVER! I had practically skipped out of school with the other seniors. A bunch of us had gone to Denny's over in Kingsland for some brunch, and then over to Matt Kitchens' house for an impromptu party. I...
Quincy jumped right into his timed spiel and Sabrina continued walking to the car. "Well—Sabrina it's difficult to explain this when you haven't heard Keegan's side yet." Quincy didn't want to ruin Keegan's opportunity to make himself look bad. He wanted Keegan to tell her the tale of his intersecting relationships and his trip to Florida. But Quincy neede...
Stories about avoiding sex are rare on Literotica, I'm sure, but I hope this one gives you some chuckles in the delay before it delivers gratification. Why the hell am I doing this, I asked myself as I pounded down the streets on Holy Saturday The air was a bit brisk, but not too bad, clouds hung heavily but didn't threaten rain before my morning jog was ov...