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The Roman Gambit Pt. 01

by dtiverson on Mar 31, 2020
Novels and Novellas

With nothing better to do than watch it rain here in Ann Arbor, I thought I'd kill some time by putting up a tale I posted a while back on another site. Two thousand years ago Quintiles Varus lost three Legions and an uncountable treasure in the forests of Germany. Now, some of that gold has begun to turn up in Paris and the "Organization" is getting paid...

I Remember Bethany Ch. 01

by rondori on Sep 16, 2017
Interracial Love

I don't think we liked each other at first. Even though I thought Beth was pretty, I assumed she was a dumb Midwestern redneck and she thought I was some Uncle Tom because of my white dinner jacket and my smooth demeanor. The first time I saw Beth she was working as a waitress in the Denver bar where I played piano on the weekend. She was from Iowa and you...

A Night In A Turkish Whorehouse

by velvet hammer on Sep 16, 2017
Anal

I spent a good deal of the early 80’s in the part of the Middle East known as the ‘Levant’ – Lebanon, Israel mostly, plus a few sides trips to places like Egypt and Turkey. It was during this time that I developed an appreciation for Middle-Eastern women with their thick, dark hair, their flashing, almond-shaped deep brown eyes, their olive complexions. And...

Nina In America

by LeoKnowsBest on Dec 28, 2016
Fetish

I sat at baggage claim, logged into CHYOA like an idiot. I had wanted to write more, but instead I was reading Nina's Adventures by Inked. My manhood raged inside of my jeans as I waited. I couldn't go to the bathroom because the flight would land any minute. As if on cue, the arrival/departure board flipped to show the plane I had been waiting on had landed...

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Giselle Ch. 03-05

by readyforprimetime on Sep 15, 2017
Romance

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. ***** "A true soldier does not fight because he hates what is in front of him, but rather becau...

Red Riding Hood

by Fredoberto on Sep 17, 2017
Loving Wives

Spending a month island-hopping in Greece was my idea. Susie loves the sun and we don't see much of it in England for most of the year. Our daughters left the nest a couple of years ago, so it didn't take much of an effort to convince my wife to take a holiday in June, before the main holiday season begins. "Smart thinking, Jimmy!" was what she said. In he...

Birching Miss Birch Pt. 01

by The_Technician on Sep 25, 2017
BDSM

An autocratic and abusive office manager, known by all who work under her as "The Mad Bitch," is retrained during a weekend "Wilderness Bonding Experience" and turned into a submissive slave, lily. Slave lily is a natural-born pain-slut, so this story- eventually- gets to a lot of pain and humiliation. If that isn't your preferred genre, you might want to s...

Loving Wives in Popular Culture

by justbobkc on Oct 14, 2017
Reviews & Essays

Just About 30 Examples This is a far from complete list and is listed pretty much in the order I personally read or watched or became aware of. 1. Le Morte d'Arthur - King Arthur and Guinevere. King Arthur ultimately dies because of Guinevere and Lancelot's betrayal. (See my essay: "What I Learned from Anony" for a detailed analysis.) 2. The Detective (19...

Schools and the Second Ch. 02

by WifeWatchman on Dec 24, 2019
Novels and Novellas

This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are...

Like Father Like Son Ch. 01

by smilodonwriter on Sep 13, 2017
Novels and Novellas

Prologue: April 2003 My wife and I were walking our dogs on the hills above the village where we live. As we crested one brow, we could make out some wrought iron railings on the summit of the next ridge. Vanessa said: “That must be the airman’s grave. Let’s take a look.” So we did. Whoever chose this spot had chosen well. Below us the village slumbered in...