I guess you could call me somewhat of a cockhound, but I can't help it. I've always had a strong sex drive and my husband knew that when we got married. I felt he was losing interest in sex, we were only having sex three or four times a week, I missed the mid-day stuff, and he was spending a little more time "out with the guys." That was until I caught him c...
Warning -- the following story has received many negative comments. It's a cuckold story that has interracial content. If you like the regular formulaic content of the typical stories here you will be disappointed with this story. I am a new novice writer that has chosen to write an unusual story. The main character is intentionally unlikable. This is pure f...
I have debated over writing down my stories for quite a while. As a military man who has been stationed overseas for most of his career I have many stories to tell...and a great imagination to help me take part of the truth and make a good fantasy out of it. This one is, however, a true account of how I was cuckolded by my wife/ex-wife. We have been separate...
Thanks to my muse that inspired this story and the editors that helped make it better. ~ The dim lighting of the room did nothing to help the grainy, digital image. Emily Gris watches the film on her laptop, not unlike a poorly streamed porn clip from the internet, with a glass of red wine in one hand. Her husband's fidelity, not picture quality, was her m...
Here I am tied to a stake with my hands cuffed behind my back, on my knees watching my wife of 22 years being whipped by her best friend's husband, Paul. He is stripped to the waist with his muscled body glistening from the workout he is giving my wife. She is tied with her hands together to a pulley coming down from the high ceiling in their basement turned...
The name is Mitchell Manning. Formerly of the great state of Massachusetts. People simply call me Mitch Man. Who am I? Just a tall, good-looking young Black man living in New York. I'm originally from Massachusetts but I like the Big Apple. Currently, I attend the Long Island Institute of Technology. What started as a small technical college in 1987 quickly...
Forbidden Cravings Served In Good Taste Frankie turned the card over but there was nothing on the back, just the elegant scrawl embossed on the front of the delicate business card. "What the hell is this?" she asked her best friend. Smiling like a cat, Samantha sighed contentedly and sat back on the wrought iron chair. The restaurant patio was empty as th...
Chapter 1: From Darkness into Light Lenore pulled her 320Z to the side of the road and double-checked the address, 91281 Pacific Coast Hwy, Florence, OR. According to the GPS, it should be within 100 yards of her location, but there was nothing. No house, no driveway, no mailbox, nothing. She was about to give up and call the number she had been given for d...
What am I supposed to feel? The one person who I thought really understood and cared about me was loving another man in our first marital bed. Wait; twist that knife deeper, He's my cousins' husband. Guess She thought He really was the best man and not just for our wedding. Having heard her tell him how she wanted, needed and yes, LOVED him much more than m...
This essay is the antidote to the mind-numbing horde of self-help gurus clogging up the best seller list with their recycled platitudes and hyphenated feel-good life-strategies. Have you ever known anyone who actually benefited from a self-help book (besides the author?) It's time to get real, folks. It's time to embrace a life-strategy that follows the path...