Good Muslim sisters are supposed to be prim and proper, flawless in their behavior, pious in their demeanor and quietly serene in outward appearance. I think I was absent when they came up with that rule, for I certainly don't follow it. My name is Khava Dzhabrail, and I was born and raised in the City of Grozny, Republic of Chechnya. On November 8, 1990, I...
This story includes details of wife sharing/cuckoldry, so please don't read it if that bothers you. * * * * * * Susan Davies blushed much more readily than she would have liked, but on this occasion she had good reason to. She was reaching under her short PE skirt and pulling her knickers down while the Head Teacher watched appreciatively. She felt absur...
(This was the hardest chapter to write and special thanks goes to Victoria Penndragon, AvailableSlave4u and Brightdawn for helping me.) Melissa took her time driving home. In her mind, she started to piece together the pieces of the puzzle that George had placed before her. She began to remember the first encounter with Roger, the delivery driver. Roger, a...
I paced nervously. My doorbell rang. Allison was here. Time to jump in with both feet and hope for the best. "Hey, come on in," I said, opening the door and welcoming her. She leaned up and gave me a peck on the cheek. I took her coat and hung it in the front closet. "Hi, Ryan. Wow, you cleaned up the place," she teased. "Nice…" "Thanks," I responded awkw...
The ceiling fan whirred overhead on its lowest setting, ruffling your dark hair, as you lay on your bed in deep peaceful slumber. White sheets tangled around your nude body giving you little protection against the night air coming in from the open window in your bedroom. You sleep alone as you have for many years and I can't help but stand in awe as I stare...
Tara cursed as she rolled over and picked up her cell phone. It was after nine in the morning. She should have been up two hours ago. She should have had at least one outfit finished and be well into a second by now. But staying up until after midnight on the phone with a young Dom did funny things to you it seemed. She cursed again as she raced first for th...
The message had come. "Dearest flower: I will be in Harrisburg on the morning of the 16th, you will meet me at precisely 930 am in the coffee shop in the Sheraton. W/we will discuss whether W/we are compatible and if I deem you trainable wear suitable business attire. Sir William. " The note was short and terse but full of promise. lillian was thrilled jus...
Howdy, folks. The name is Kurt Lob. I'm a tall, good-looking, thirty-something black man living in Virginia. I'm the Athletic Director of Mason College, a private four-year college located near a small town of the same name in Eastern Virginia. The school only has two thousand students. The student body was sixty percent female and forty percent male when I...
Why does wanting to be a cuckold such a bad thing? I've written about it and posted such stories on Literotica only to be told I'm a moron and pile of dog shit. What are people so afraid of that they can't handle themselves cordially when one man wants to explore an open-marriage where primarily the wife is pleasured by another man? I don't get it and probab...
As she watched the lights dimmed once again and the Masters who were talking hushed and crowded around the stage area once more. Tiffiny had started the auction off with a bang and Eva could tell that the excitement had heightened among the Masters and Doms who were there. She could feel the power in them, and she could swear that she could almost smell it....