(Author's note: This is a repost of a story I wrote under the name Tearsofsorrow2, the story has been graciously edited by HopelesslyAddicted and I thank her for her diligence. When you find any stylistic concerns know that they are owned by the author and he cherishes them. Please comment loudly, can't improve if I don't see where. The story is based on the...
Monique played a card and stifled a yawn. It was the last night of our business trip. We'd planned to go out, but the rain had turned to sleet, and so we'd just eaten in the hotel dining room and come up to her room to play cards. And now we were both getting a little bored. "I hope the streets clear up by morning," I said, playing a card of my own. "If z...
Chapter 1, Friday Author's Note: This is a very "English" story and I hope that I don't alienate any non-UK readers. It is also a story about relationships and marriage, and if anyone is looking for a quick stroke story, then this is not for you. I would welcome any constructive feedback or criticism. I place a lot of value on readers' opinions, so please t...
notes: This is a cuckold story and details how a man loves a woman so much he accepts her desire to be with other men. He marvels in her slutiness as she rubs it in his face. There are fetish element of semen, panties and pregnancy throughout this story. You draw your own conclusion as to merits of a cuckold relationship. I believe one must make sacrifices i...
Part I: Nadine I had arrived in France the week before for my junior year of college, and I was already in the hospital. I had been hit by a car while riding my bike, and if nothing else, I had learned to be more careful. My French, which I had thought was pretty good before leaving the States, was about as broken as my body. Fortunately there wasn't too m...
Bernard you may remember is the French amateur photographer that Chris and I met in 1989 at the Naturist resort of Agde in the South of France. He took some very sexy nude photos of me and said that a girl is not naked until she has shaved away all of her pubic hair so that when she strips the lips of her cunt are always on show. A sentiment that both Chris...
Since the start of her love affair with Alexander, Belle had grown to enjoy - wait, no crave - the most carnal of senses. The feel of her husband's sticky cum leaking out of her and down her thighs, the smell of her cunt juices on his face, the soreness of her well-fucked pussy, the taste of his cum still deliciously on her tongue and lips. These badges of s...
This is a true story of my 3 month adventure in the South of France. Names have been changed to protect the not so innocent. Little did I know, when I stepped on the Air France flight and made myself comfortable that my summer plans would change drastically and my unquenchable thirst for sex would become so lucrative. It took twenty minutes for my jaw to...
Part Eight December 1939 – The Bore War The hut was freezing despite the efforts of the pot-bellied stove that glowed cherry red in the darkness. David groaned as he woke and someone snapped on the lights. "All right you lot, hands off cocks and on with your socks. Let's be having you, gentlemen! Parade outside, working dress, twenty minutes." The door s...
Chapter 3: When I Was in the Army When I was in the Army, I never dug a trench, I used to bust my knuckles on a monkey wrench I'd go to town to drink, And give the girls a pinch, I don't think they ever even noticed me. John Prine, Fish & Whistle My Daddy was too old 'n' too valuable to the town to get into the Army when the war came about in 1941. He'd a...