It was a blazing hot summer day as Jessica trudged down the burning sidewalk, her thick wool habit making the journey much more arduous than it needed to be. That had been the story of her life since joining the Sisters of Guadalupe. It might as well have been the sisterhood's motto. "Harder than it has to be." But not for much longer. Their mission was no l...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex. ***** Disclaimer: This story contains strong language and use of racial slurs, big cocks, tits and ass. Not realistic at all. If you are looking for realism or if you are easily offended then this story is not for you. Some Useful words to know before you read the story: Hijab-...
Psychologists and sociologists the world over debate the origins of mankind's habits: nature or nurture? Is man born with a particular habit, or is it instilled in him by way of experience? A careful reading of the opposing analyses does not really lead to one particular answer for any particular habit. Much the same can be said of Dan's attraction to older...
My name is Jason and I am 31 years old and my "job" for the past 3 years is to satisfy the sexual needs and wants of women, specifically married women whose husbands can't, and I am paid by the husbands to do it. Most are happily married apart from sex and rather than find out their wives are having affairs they pay me to fuck them in their own homes or in m...
Writer's Note: OK finally here is my Sequel to "Do For Lust Won't Do For Love" I was tempted to write it in a way that it ends up with him still not making a decision but I couldn't do that. :) If you Readers know my style you might be able to guess what his decision is but in either case Be Warned this is the first part of three. I got carried away again a...
Part One You know, I blame the dream. I mean I'm not some bi-curious harlot. And the prickle of my cheeks in David Gandy's underwear section of Marks and Spencer's proves I am certainly no lesbian. So, yes, I blame the dream. Where did it come from? Why should I, after years of red-blooded cock loving, dream of splaying on an altar (!) with my knickers off...
The early evening sun felt warm on her skin as Rina enjoyed her tea. Sitting in the backyard with a book, Rina had developed a routine for herself. Mornings were spent in looking after the house and doing errands. Afternoons were for lunch, either alone or with her girlfriends at a nearby restaurant. Evenings were for her – a time when she enjoyed readying,...
Chapter 1 Reaching moon-fall Year 20 R (Republic, Imperial date 7961 E) It took longer than I estimated to reach moon-fall. I planned it out at just over 14 terranhours from start to finish with five fairly cautious jumps through what was clearly a complicated planetary system -- never good to leap into uncharted space without knowing exactly what you ar...
Before starting part 2 I reproduce here are the last few lines of part 1 to refresh your memory: Sarit was still lost in her thoughts and quite oblivious to all that transpired. 'Sarit,' I said. No response. 'SARIT!' I said loudly. 'Eh! What did you say?' Sarit replied pulling her mind back to reality, 'sorry I was lost in my thoughts'. 'So it see...
Author's note, for all readers: This is part 2 of Irene's story. My first attempt to write a story based on a reader's fantasy. This is a story about a man who encourages his wife to go with another man or men. He wants to be a cuckold and compared unfavourably with her lovers. It is a story about a woman cuckolding her husband for his pleasure. If this...