'Will tonight be what I fear, a plaintive Pas-de-deux choreographed to the requiem for a dying marriage, danced without desire for an audience of strangers?' I wish my life could be that dramatic, that flowery, even that corny, but my journal reflects the me I want to be, crushed under the weight of the me that I am. I know my husband Joel and I love each...
*************** CHAPTER EIGHT I should have been a bit alarmed that we all had quite slept for nearly twelve hours straight, without anyone waking us once the needed information had been gathered, but it was quite accurate that we had all been quite dead on our feet last evening. Now, fairly well recovered from her ordeal, Bel had a bit more life in herself...
In the middle of the night, I woke up with a start. I laid there in the dark between Peaches and Tracy for several minutes but couldn't go back to sleep. Was it the damn Cialis Lisa had given me? I had no idea what its side effects were. I slid out of bed carefully, trying not to wake the sleeping women. For the same reason, I quietly walked down to the ha...
Here is Part 7 of Romping on Winter Break. As usual, if you are enjoying the series, please comment or send me a message. Enjoy. MaiaEmpire *** Day 7 I took a deep breath through my nose as I woke up on my back and stretched. Brooke had stayed cuddled against me with her head resting on my shoulder all night. Last evening's activities flashed through my...
Before reading this, I would like to say that this is the second part to my other story "Fulfilling My Wife's Cuckquean Fantasy" and I recommend you read this first before reading this one. There are a couple of references that you will not get if you don't read the first one and you'll also have a better appreciation for the story—or at least that's how I'm...
Susan strode towards the dance floor. She turned briefly to adjust her top, accentuating her cleavage more deeply. Her face displayed a confident smirk. Her step was bold. Her breasts jiggled with every footfall. She drew stares of disdain from some of the women, interested leers from some of the men. Unholy strength coursed through her body. She had fed wel...
Copyright© 2016 by Stultus Description: She was a winter blizzard of a blonde that could make even Santa forget all about coming down chimneys and she was in big trouble, unless Ebenezer Scrooge, private detective, could find her missing sister and save Christmas! A humorous tale of Christmas Noire and humbuggery! *************** Thanks to my assortment o...
This story is one of a continuing series of connected stories known as "Tales from the Shack." Normally these go into LW because the Shack series started here, and it is much easier for those that follow the stories to find them if I keep them all together. Even so, this one very much belongs in the LW category. This story stands on its own, though it is par...
My wife is tied to the bed and 'forced' to watch. I fuck our friend Lexi in front of her while she's bound. After some humiliation, Lexi and I untie her and pleasure her together. I must warn you that you will read about concepts of wife humiliation (some may consider it degradation), anal, asslicking (on a girl), cuckquean, and vaginal felching. If you don'...
Author's note: All sex in this sardonic fictional VALENTINE'S DAY STORY CONTEST 2015 entry involves over-18 humans, dead or alive. Do not take it seriously. Some characters get hurt. Some deserve to. ***** Ghost of a Chance *****the fucking spirits won't leave her alone Cosmi did not believe in ghosts. They did not think much of her, either. Another rott...