My wife Doreen was pregnant by our landscaper, Raymond, a young handsome black man. In the previous chapter I explained how I went from a downtrodden cuckold to accepting Doreen and her pregnancy. I had done much soul searching and admitted that I loved her too much to divorce her. She did not want a divorce either. As she began to show her baby bump, we wer...
Hello, my name is Xavi Perrier, and i'm an extraterrestrial xenobiologist specialising in the life cycles of complex life-forms on Praxis Major, the recently resettled planet on in the Glacis system. I have been engaged in field work there for the last five years, and it has been an amazing experience. Praxis Major (PM for short) is a planet that was coloni...
Servant girls at the Wadsworth manor were duty bound to service Master Ben in addition to their household duties. You see his older brother had impregnated more than one girl which had cost the family. No way were the Wadsworths going to be repeating that with their eighteen year-old son Ben. No, he would have to satisfy his carnal needs by implanting his se...
I went to the bathroom, cleaned myself up, and came out. Sharma was sitting on a couch in the living room with the TV on at low volume. He was still wearing the t-shirt and his underwear, its crotch now moist. "I'm not sleepy." He said by way of explanation. I wasn't sleepy either. I sat on the couch, at the other end from where Sharma was sitting. As I p...
Angel wakes up to a warm throbbing between her legs. Morning wood again; except with her, morning would is a ten-inch problem that won't go away with aggressive action. Thankfully, her boyfriend is more than understanding of her problem: as soon as they'd started sleeping together, he'd made her more than aware that he'd be willing to help any time. That's...
I remember the scene like it was yesterday. The argument with my father in front of our little hut. He always did say I was way too angry for an eight-year-old, I suppose he was right. When suddenly the raiders appeared, we didn't even notice for the sounds of our own yelling. They rode through our home, the collection of small and frail shelters we affectio...
Author's Notes: "Men see beauty wherever they can get it. But that's the allure of the Red Light Princess. Like any good whore, she's whoever you want her to be." ― James W. Bodden "The more you love, the more you can love-and the more intensely you love. Nor is there any limit on how many you can love. If a person had time enough, he could lo...
A week ago... Siobhan barreled out of the house, leaving the front door open. She held her arm where her stepdad had yanked on it. That had hurt! After a block the auburn haired girl rounded a corner and leaned back against a fence, breathing heavily and holding back tears. Her stepdad's attitude toward her was getting worse, and she was afraid he'd do som...
I am now a father. It's hard for me to believe, and it's not something that I can announce publicly, because well, the mother of the child is also the mother of my wife. It all started when my wife and I began trying to have a baby, and we figured out we share am impregnation/lactation fetish. The desire to see Dana swollen up with my child, and the fact she...
I woke up the next morning with a slight hangover for sure, drenched in sweat from the mass of bodies pressed together, their slick flesh against my own skin. I was in a desperate need to piss, so I had to slightly nudge the body resting on top of me, that of my ex-girlfriend Sherry, which regrettably disturbed her slumber. Well, I thought that it was unfort...