Author's note: In this story, a loving wife arranges a young woman for her husband to fuck and she gets aroused watching him fucking someone else. Christ! What kind of a clitless cuck(quean) is she? What kind of a wimpy pussy of a wife gets her kicks watching husband fucking a young slut? No wonder marriage as an institution is in crisis when wives don...
(Day 15) Cindy woke up early, her bladder screaming for release. She rolled over and nudged Rob. When he opened his eyes, she grunted at him and pointed at herself and then at the bathroom. He nodded his understanding and began the process to unlock her from her latex. It took a while, but eventually she was naked, dancing around and holding herself to avoi...
This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially. **** Calling the Storm God The vixen paused on the edg...
Chloe got out of her car and popped a stick of gum in her mouth. She'd passed her detective exam five days ago and quit smoking two days later. As she surveyed the scene in front of her, she was suddenly regretting both those decisions. She tugged at her jacket, still not comfortable wearing street clothes while on duty. The white starched shirt gave her a s...
Reboot Edited by Thegreat_pretender As Comp looked at Popster holstering her gun, trumpets began to sound. "What's that?" Comp asked. Popster looked at her with quizzical interest. 'You violated the rules...' said a voice in Comp's head. "Wait, what?" Comp murmured. 'You are an invader and you must be removed...' said the voice again. "Please...
By: Alex Clayton / Diesel Jester *** Author's notes: This story, and subsequent ones with this title, is based on a drawing concept series and character art done by RoxyRex. Characters and scenarios within this series are done with the permission of the artist. When I originally wrote this, I was going through a bit of a rough patch and needed to get m...
Street stories It was late one night and it had been slow on Broad Street. Taylor felt the chill of the evening and looked in her purse. I need to go home and study, this isn't getting me any cash tonight. She turned the corner and headed for the house thinking of things she needed to do. She was walking up the sidewalk toward home when a car pulled up slo...
Note: This is a story very much in line with my other Loving Wives stories. If you're the incel type who pretends to hate those themes, this is your trigger warning. You can leave and read something else. Or you can whine about my choice of category (whiniest ones LOL). Or you can read, masturbate while crying in self-loathing, and then post unimaginative ra...
The next morning, Jet woke to another good morning message from Rhett. It was short and sweet, and Jet felt at ease instantly. His messages always made her feel that way though. She responded with a smile and a quick meme she found online. She figured that he was okay with where they were and was happy to have a friend like Rhett, especially one with benefit...
After lights out on the first night of my last year at Pipestone Lake Bible Camp, I stared up at the bunk mattress above me, listening to the crickets outside and the whispered giggles of my girlfriends in the cabin. I felt a little silly still going to my childhood bible camp at the age of 18, but at the same time it was so hard to let go. I didn't feel rea...