Does a married, straight, heterosexual male like myself wake up one morning and suddenly decide to become a cock sucker? Of course not. Like most people I traveled a long and winding road to get where I am today. I have read a lot of explanations about why committed, heterosexual men become cock suckers, and have found that although there are some similari...
"I'm sorry kids, but it didn't take," Dr. Gruber said as he looked across the desk at the young attractive couple sitting before him. The news hit them both like an anvil as tried once again to absorb the bitter disappointment that flooded through them. For the past three years Brian and Bridget Anderson had been trying to conceive a child, and for the past...
"Allen are you with us?" My boss asked when he realized that I wasn't paying attention to what he was explaining. Little did he know that I was actually thinking about Kay and how wildly she had acted the night before and how much wilder she might act tonight? "I'm listening Frank." I said hoping he'd just go on with his normal sales pep talk that he end...
Hello everyone, I want to thank all who have read, voted and commented on my stories. This is a work of fiction and fantasy. The events depicted within, did not and should not happen in real life. Any similarities to real people and places is strictly coincidental. All characters in my story are above the age of 18. I do realize that what happens in this s...
Karen and I continue growing as a couple by stepping even further out of our comfort zone by openly sharing deeper fantasies and reversing the roles. Karen is my loving wife and everything we are doing stems from a loving relationship. At this point in the story it is more about bondage and control. Since we continue to get chastised by the anonymous categor...
This is a work of fiction; all characters are over 18. It involves interracial sex. If that offends you, skip it. Otherwise, read and enjoy. * Chris and his wife, Monica, lay together one night after a round of sex. "Where were you?" Chris asked, "When I was fucking you," he said, "the look on your face told me you were someplace else. Off in a fantasy."...
This story is based on people, places and events, mostly from my life. Most of the things in this story, or something very similar, have happened -- or been done -- to me. It's not necessary, but I strongly suggest that you read the previous chapters before you read this one. I love feedback, comments, and criticism, good and bad; it helps me to improve my...
We woke up in time for breakfast on the Sunday morning, Chantal's face looked horrible, both bruised and swollen, although the bruising on her breast was not excessive. I took a few more pictures to act as a reminder if she ever thought about working the street again. Over breakfast she confirmed that she had learnt her lesson and agreed that she was lucky t...
Laura McNallen was headed off to make the deal of a lifetime. She had inherited a family company that was one of thousands of beltway bandit concerns peddling tech of one degree of usefulness or another to US defense and clandestine branches. Being part of the constant graft as business, lobbiest as weapons crowd cost Laura any illusions about how her nation...
I was distracted through dinner with my parents and spent most of the evening staring at a succession of pointless TV shows, my brain engaged with re-living past adventures and fantasising about new ones. This time the enjoyment high from what had happened lasted pretty much the rest of the day, and the feelings of embarrassed regret that had hit me the prev...