Once again, this story is the culmination of a long erotic dream I had one morning. I fleshed it out and added more details to make it longer. None of the people are real, but are loosely based on people in my life. If cuckolding isn't your thing...well, you can always click away. Or keep reading. You may find something you like... Derek looks at the scene...
When Sunday came, Sian was actually looking forward to going into work. Ross had again been dying to hear what she had got up to. She again told him every dirty detail of her day, leaving nothing out. This time she was a bit too sore to let him make love to her, but she did wank him, as she would have felt awful leaving him so aroused. Ross dropped her off...
Author's note: This story is based on Chuck and takes place just before the series began. * Sarah Walker was currently face down, ass up and feeling extremely nervous. Well, she was actually feeling what felt like a thousand different things all at once, but nervousness was the most recognisable emotion, and rightfully so considering Carina was kneeling...
Eric: Their Target Shyanne led Claudia into Ashley's office for her weekly report on the Claudia's transformation from a featureless, dull General Counsel into an object of sexual amusement. Claudia wore a grey business suit, a white shirt with starched collar, and a blue tie—perfectly acceptable apparel, office appropriate, perhaps a bit too austere and ma...
The sound-proof headphones really did their job; the only sounds I was hearing was my own nervous, ragged breathing and the quickened beating of my heart. It was all shallow, distant, I wasn't even sure that it was my own breathe. I hadn't been able to taste anything but the rubber of the way-too-big ball gag she had placed in my mouth, and the soreness it w...
I can't sleep. I feel too good to drift off; my mind is firing too hot. Normally when I feel a flow like this coming on I'd get up and grab my laptop and let it bleed into Word. But I'm just going to let it all percolate instead tonight. Maybe I'll still have some of it left in the morning when I can distill it into my computer. I don't want to get up and ri...
"Diaper time now... I'm thinking for you, Buttercup," You see the delicious disappointment I can't keep off my face, "I only have one nappy left until we go to the store and I don't want it to go to waste... the last 'hello kitty'... plus the effect that putting you in diapers has on your attitude is so sweet... so tame...and docile...I had no idea it would...
"Look in the classified section," cried Lucy as she fumbled to loosen the cord of her robe. "It must be in there!" Two weeks ago, my wife Lucy and myself had decided that we had talked about her fantasy enough and it was time to do something about it. We had carefully designed an advertisement, and after a lot of consideration, had finally e-mailed it to th...
He didn't want to look. But he had to look. It turned his stomach to look. But Jeff had to look. Why 'had'? For several reasons. His Domme Miss Sophia ordered him to look. His wife Rebecca ordered him to look. So he had to obey. But also, he had to look in the same sick, twisted way that people look at car wrecks and other disasters, both hoping to see s...
Chapter 6: Lynn Meets Sandy Princess set the whole thing up. It was her idea. Her husband, Gene was just back from Saudi Arabia and wanted to talk to Dave about what was going on there. So Lynn and I entertained both couples at our place for dinner. Gene was no slouch. He brought over a couple of bottles of Château Pétrus '89 to go with my steaks. The six o...