(This is a fantasy story, and I've adopted some medieval kind of things, as well as a few modern ones. Just remember to not shoehorn them into a particular era and you'll be fine. It's placed in somewhere like England, it's a monarchy, and it's sexist, but not racist. Oh and, I do a lot of describing clothes and hair, but bear with me alright) * I've decid...
It's been another of those days. Those days where I only have a few moments of respite from the constant pleas, and moaning, and sarcastic looks. I barely have a few seconds to myself, but when I do I find myself thinking about the night before. I see flashes of what we did last night. I see your eyes closed and your mouth slightly open as you quietly moan...
I knew my ex, Tina, was under a lot of stress. Her dad was dying of cancer, in hospice for his last days, and she was facing the reality of losing the man whose approval was never granted and could never be attained. Tina never grasped that I had loved her unconditionally, and after eleven years of her narcissistic control needs and temper tantrums, I had ha...
DISCLAIMER: This is included in the novel/novella category because of length. It is a mother/son incest story. There are also instances of abuse (two of them, which are not the focus of the story). As far as heat level, this story is quite tame, and if you are look for page after page of screaming sex, you might want to look elsewhere. If you want a STORY, p...
Sunday morning I woke to something unexpected, the smell of bacon and coffee. I went into the kitchen. Paula was at the table reading the paper, a glass of orange juice and a cup of coffee in front of her. John was busy in the kitchen. It irked me to have been replaced by him in the kitchen especially after Paula commented about how she was cooking for him....
3:30 AM, depending on how Betty looked at it, was either very late at night, or very early in the morning. Either way, she was almost home and looking forward to going to bed. After another fun night out with friends, she and Kelsey, who lived in the same building, were headed home together. The only thing missing from the night for Betty had been the chance...
And at that moment she knew. She needed to be his doll. His plaything. His baby-girl. Henry was a strong man. Strong in so many ways. Henry's hands could deliver a smack the sting from which could be felt for quite some moments afterwards. His arms could hold a girl and make her feel so tightly protected, so bound in his care to the point of almost feeling...
A similar story was told to me as a real scheme conceived by three college sophomores. However, this story is purely fictional, and I would sleep much better if no one ever tried it out in practice. * It happened last year when I was living in the third floor quad. There were James and Alex and Nathan and myself, and we were all single at the time and qui...
Wow. How did I get here? First off let me state for the record that I am not gay, nor do I consider myself Bi. And yet here I am on all fours sucking another man's cum from my wife's cunt with a rather large cock pumping in and out of my ass. And I'm in heaven. For most of our marriage I have fantasized about letting my wife fuck another man. Early in our m...
Many people would call Teddy a sellout. The word most people used to describe him was henpecked. Teddy was short in stature; a bit on effeminate side what best could be described as wimpy. Teddy's wife Audrey ruled the roost; she controlled all the money although she didn't work, she was the only one in the house allowed to drive forcing poor Teddy to walk t...