Chapter 1. An ordinary detached house in a plain, unremarkable suburb, 65 miles from London. 44 Green Meadows was built, along with hundreds of others after the war. Rows and rows of neat, adequately maintained windows and neatly manicured lawns. Apple blossom trees evenly spaced outside every other house, and a post-box on the corner. You can hear the blac...
Mr. Johannson's balls were slapping my chin with such ferocity I was afraid I was hurting him. Kneeling above my face, holding my head in place, he brutally shoved his hard cock in-and-out of my mouth while his scrotum banged into my face. If I hadn't been so incredibly turned-on, I would have thought the act of force-fucking my open mouth to be demeaning a...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions...
She wasn't through getting more production out of her submissive husband. After I finished the kitchen she suggested I assist with her bath and packing. I ran her tub, washed her body, even shaved her legs and underarms. When she finished she had me towel her dry. It was weird, but sensual to have a towel in her crack drying her bottom. "A few more things a...
These are just story fragments -- three creatures, which have been floating around in my mind for a while and are offered in an unfinished and abbreviated state. Please beware: these stories feature cuckolding and adultery, severe husband and boyfriend humiliation, cruel wives, and a completely treacherous and promiscuous girlfriend. I don't pull punches in...
So, on this particular Tuesday morning in April, toward the end of third period to be exact, I was kneeling astride a phys ed teacher and football coach, Lance Lightsaber (better known as "Jumbo"), who was flat on his back behind a pile of Monday's dirty laundry in the back corner of the War Memorial High School weight training room. And I was about to do wh...
The customer looked confused and unhappy. An elderly woman glancing nervously at all the technological gadgetry on display. "Can I help you, madam?" It wasn't easy in my present mood, but I forced out my widest grin. The one that seldom failed to reassure the less technical customers, and made me feel proud of my justified skill in putting them at their ea...
There are two story fragments here. Both stories will only have limited appeal. They are both cuckolding stories. Just for the sake of clarity, the stories below feature: Cruel, attractive, and sexually aggressive wivesEmasculated and humiliated beta-male husbandsAlpha males, who enjoy the wives. Please don't bother sending me any rude emails, as they are...
Author's Note: Welcome to Part 2 of Get Over It. If you haven't previously read Part 1, I suggest starting there to get the best literary experience. Aspen is a workaholic with commitment issues. Theo is a musician who made it big, but still lacks confidence when it comes to love. In part two, Aspen and Theo's paths collide in the small town of Wakeham,...
Warning: This chapter features especially jiggly tits, Basketball, Homework, Cute waiters, Red Lipstick, Evening dresses, Boob pride, Body language, Not-body language, Dick swaps, Guy-on-girl blowjobs, Facials, Talent swaps, Height Swaps, Toxic masculinity, Simmering Rage, Boring lectures, Sissy Professors, Fancy restaurants, and an assortment of climaxes, m...