Chapter One: A Declaration of Intent: Howard My name is Howard Wilson Carver. I am a senior accountant at Taft, Collridge and Woolwich, a long-established Boston accounting firm. I am fifty years old and I have risen about as far as I can in this firm. I specialize in business tax management and I am considered the in-house expert on the subject. I earn $85...
I opened my eyes and saw Anne lying on her side looking at me lovingly with a sweet smile on her face. "How long have you been awake?" "Long enough to get over feeling that yesterday was only a dream and convince myself that I'm the luckiest person in the world. I love you Carl. I love you so much that I feel like a little girl again; that everything is ne...
I had been divorced for about two years and on the dating circle, but not doing well. I met Jane in a bar; she was flirting shamelessly with every good-looking man who approached her. She stood about 5 feet five and weighed no more than 100 pounds she was beautiful, blonde hair, blue eyes, small perfectly formed breasts, a body to die for, perhaps 25 years o...
This story is part fiction, part real. The characters in the story are people from real life and most of the circumstances and surroundings are very much real. As usual, there is some amount of exaggeration and spice added to make it more appealing to the reader. Just like my other stories, please be warned that the story contains very strong cuckold elemen...
I have been living alone for almost a year now since my son moved away to college and really enjoyed the freedom of having the house to myself. I had thought about the possibility of getting a roommate to help out with expenses and to have some company in the evenings when a friend from work introduced me to Jessica and said she was a school teacher that was...
Disclaimer: This is an original work of erotic science fiction. No characters were consciously modelled after any actual people, or publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. Nonetheless, anything which may be construed as such are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in...
Story continued due to the encouragement I have been receiving over several years. I would encourage fellow readers to try alternative, parallel development of this story on their own if the beauty and beast subject excites them. The story contains strong cuckoldry theme; please stop if this offends you. Manisha had reserved a restaurant that was quite...
Sunday Night- Watching my wife push back at my cock always gets me off. There I was on my knees, upright. My cock driving into her pussy. Meeting me halfway on every penetrating push. Her ass raised high in the air, her forehead resting against the mattress, back arched like a feline ready to pounce. This woman, lost in ecstasy. My thoughts always drift to...
The winter drove over Mellowhale like a great ice dragon's breath. The killing front left some men dead in the streets, freezing them to the earth in dark corners of alleyways behind buildings. 'A cleansing freeze', some elders would mumble from the comforting warmth of their fireplace. The street's live trash was cast into a merciless freezing slumber, then...
This story initially felt like a fantasy, as do so many of the tales I am sent by male readers, but as I chatted to 'Mike' more and more, online and by then phone, I started to believe it was real and to enjoy it considerably. There are so many aspects of his narrative that ring true. Mike himself comes over as honest and open, if a less faithful husband t...