You want to hear about how I lost my virginity? Don't you play coy with me, you smug bastard. I know you do. You're a bad man, sure as the sun rises of a morning. Pour me another one of those while you're up. So this was the spring of 1981, and I'd just turned 18. The leaves were just out. Jim and I were making plans for prom. Days getting longer, weathe...
It was supposed to be the best day of my life...and maybe it was, but definitely not in the way I planned. My 21st birthday...my first day as a man, as a true lord of the Manor...my first day as a Master. I was so nervous I threw up my lunch. Not very manly, I know, but just the thought of having my very own sissy to play with had me teetering between the...
Here is the next part of the story. Please do not expect them to come this quickly, I have had a rush of inspiration. I do not have an editor yet, but hopefully I'll have one soon. Any constructive comments are welcome, any nonconstructive comments will most likely be ignored. Of course all characters are over one hundred. *********************************...
Before proceeding please read the title, story tags and my profile to determine if the subject matter is to your liking. Thank you to those whose choose to take the time to read on. ................................................. Slut wives Roxanne and Heather and their cuckolds Peter and Bill lounged in bed late into sunday morning. They had been up alm...
(This story is dedicated to a beautiful woman I know, who I have yet to see. She has been my inspiration and, provided me with this story idea, and insights into Jasmine's feelings and thoughts. I would love to have your comments and have you email me and tell me what you think of the story, or even chat with me about ideas for other stories or anything else...
I don't know how things are done in your village, but this is how they are done in mine. Nineteen is a sacred number. Nineteen deities are painted on the walls of the holy cavern; nine Gods, nine Goddesses, and one blessed Androgyne. Nineteen moon-cycles are in each ring of the sun. There are nineteen animal spirits to which we can appeal for guidance and n...
As Jill threw her purse and keys on the table in the entrance hall, she heard the familiar sounds she expected to hear when she came home for lunch. Her husband was in the bedroom, with one of the teenaged neighbor girls---or their mothers---doing what he did best...fucking. From the high pitched squeals she bet that it was one, or possibly even two, of the...
Author's note: This is a story based on Nikita and takes place during Season 1. Spoilers for that season. Both the actresses and the characters are over 18. * Never again. That's what Nikita had promised herself. Never again would she allow herself to fall in love. It had been an easy promised to make. The pain of Daniel's loss was indescribable. No wor...
First of a seven part series. The characters and situation will make vastly more sense if you first read the original Suzanne's Supreme Night of Poker Series, but this is not absolutely necessary. For those who find the ideal Loving Wives story to be one which is law-abiding, strictly monogamous, involving only the highest moral standards, church-sanctione...
This is a revised version of the first chapter. It was my first attempt at writing and it had a few flaws I wanted to correct. Also as the first in this story line there were a couple of plot lines I needed to realign and rebuild. I describe myself as a wannabe dirty old man, not because I am one, but because as my best friend Karen keeps telling me, there...