CHAPTER 1 DANYELLE JOINS THE MASTER Danyelle knew the decision to stay would mean that she could never truly feel the love of another man. She now belonged to her master and his love was all she would ever know. The sacrifice to commit to him was her decision and not one she took lightly. Their relationship grew out of necessity. She wanted to belong to so...
"How does this one look?" Kathy inquired as she posed in a yellow and blue bikini. It was the fourth bathing suit she'd tried on and she was becoming frustrated. "It looks good, Honey," I responded. "I like that one just as much as the others." "Oh, damn," she sighed. "You're missing the point! Everyone is going to be at that pool party—I have to look spe...
"What a glorious day!" My wife, Julie, was definitely right. A very warm, sunny day in late September in a part of the country—the southern Adirondacks of New York State—that easily could be quite cold this time of year. "Yes, yes it is," I responded. "I told you to have faith in the weatherman; this warm spell was going to last through the weekend." Juli...
This is a work of fiction. This multi-chapter series explores themes such as free use and wife sharing. It features interconnected story elements across all chapters that are recommended to be read in order. ***** OUTSIDE THE MASSAGE ROOM, 20 MINUTES LATER Bar and Lucas exit the massage room, closing the door behind them. They stand in the hallway, rea...
It started out like any other week. Monday and Tuesday went by without a hitch. Wednesday was busier than normal, but that was to be expected. My boss was taking a long weekend starting Thursday morning. That meant I got the front offices all to myself for the next two days. And that, of course, meant I could play on my computer, pretty much non-stop through...
"You sound jealous. It's not a 'date.' I'm going out with you tonight. We just happen to be seeing my old friend Christoph since he's in town." Who was she trying to convince, me or herself? She'd already been to the mall twice, buying and returning outfits. Now she stood in front of her full length mirror in our bedroom, fixing her long dark hair in her h...
Note - this is a piece of fiction. The characters are not real. The scenario is purely a fantasy and does not describe any actual relationship. Laurel is not my actual wife. Enjoy! ***** I stood at the altar alone with Rev. Carl, the minister, looking out at the wedding guests. It wasn't a large wedding, still to me it seemed there were a lot of people l...
This is a rewrite of a piece that had been published on LIT a while back but was pulled by the Mod because someone read "sexualization of murder" INTO my story line. Just to be clear here folks... I DO NOT WRITE, FEEL OR POSTULATE that concept here. I have ALWAYS had my characters accept the punishment demanded by willfully taking a human life or committing...
I'm sitting here on the edge of the bed, with this lady whose situation most would say was desperate; totally hopeless, helpless and subjugated. In fact, this lady is my wife Asha and she's had four orgasms already and I can see another building inside her, judging by her muted sounds and movements of her hips. So there must be degrees of desperate, hopeless...
Yet another Friday, yet another opportunity to indulge in what had become a mainstay in the lives and marriage of Jim and Sharon Weaver. It had been nearly a month since Sharon and Jim's secret had been revealed to their 18-year-old daughter, Amanda. It had been a terrifying, emotional, and challenging experience for Sharon but now that it was over there was...