Rina slept with vivid dreams that night, sexy dreams that were also scary dreams. Somewhere in the dark she woke up remembering her shocking activities in the bar and felt nauseous with shame. And then she realized that her hand had slipped down between her legs. She was unconsciously stroking her clit and rapidly climbing the mountain towards another shatte...
"Lies, Truth, and Innuendo" Martin was pressed into attending to his duties that week as Lady Vargos. With little or no manly pride left to swallow or cling to, he performed his daily routines dressed as a woman, both publicly and privately. Each day seemed to bring more heart felt shame and humiliation into his life as he stepped out and displayed his ema...
This is my imaginings of what happened right after Sense and Sensibility. My apologies to Miss Jane Austen. (I used the Emma Thompson movie version as my inspiration.) Please enjoy! ***** Marianne looked up at her new husband and felt the rise of pride in her bosom as he tossed another handful of golden coins into the sky. They rained down on the village...
The phone call broke me out of my daydream, and I was a bit startled, to put it mildly. I had recently sold Icarus, the publishing firm that Eric, Bobbie, and I founded, to a large national publishing house. I now lounged near my pool with an ice cold PBR and my favorite pretzels (Rold Gold) when I heard my cell phone buzz with the default dial tone. It was...
I was sitting in the lobby of Sea-Tac Airport, reading my Kindle waiting for my flight to be called when this woman stumbled in front of me. "What the hell you do that for?" she yelled at me. I looked up at her, "What are you talking about. I'm just sitting here." "You fucking well know, you tripped me!" God, I hadn't expected to meet the Wicked Witch of...
Chapter 10 - Doing Time So we're up to Chapter 10. I appear to have a few followers as each chapter is given around 20 or so votes, a few will favourite it, and my list of personal followers is slowly but surely growing. But I've had very few comments so far. Anyone have anything they'd like to see going forward? Things they liked so far? Things they didn't...
Warning, you are entering a cuckold free zone. If you do not like stories of temptation, human frailty, and redemption, please does not read this story. You will not enjoy it. But, if you take solace that there are husbands and wives who fight to save their marriage I bid you read on. I have received much encouragement and support after my first four storie...
I awoke to the sound of Michelle crying softly next to me, her sobs shaking the bed just enough to stir me. It had been a marathon fuck before bedtime and I had been sleeping the sleep of the mostly dead. Reflexively I checked the clock (1:42 AM) and reached over to make sure my .45 was still in place on the nightstand. It was. And the pre-Wilson, Nashville-...
Previously: I had angered Miss that afternoon by refusing for the second time to let her sodomize me with a monstrous blue dildo, and she had rejected my services as her maid, I feared once and for all. In a fit of quiet desperation, I climbed on the kitchen table and offered her my bottom: I told Miss that she owned me. Miss relented and sent X, my boyfrie...
She was a housewife, married for the past seven years. Now, at the age of twenty nine, she was a mother of two, a home-maker. She was confined within the walls of her husband's house, sharing the house with a nagging mother-in-law, as most average Indian families did. Her all-day working husband left her at the mercy of his mother, who treated her not more l...