[Every once in a while I've had enough of being the nice guy. I have mean thoughts and contemplate doing things that I'll never do. I will probably write about them. Sometimes I read a story on Lit that is about a man who is humiliated by his wife and her new stud. I've hoped I'd find a story where the man finds a way to restore his manhood and walk away a w...
Monica, a twenty-five year old white wife to an American embassy attaché was lying on a lounge chair in the backyard getting a tan. It was a hot Sunday morning and the everywhere in the city of Abuja was quiet in solitude as most inhabitants were either in their respective mosques or churches. Monica wore a pair of shades and bikini outfit which she only wor...
It was a chance comment that started me thinking, just one of those random statements during a conversation that can trigger a thought process where one thought leads to another, then another and so on. I'd just mentioned to a colleague that my twenty-fifth wedding anniversary was coming up, Silver anniversary as it goes, and in all those years I'd never st...
The City-State of Kahn (Slums) The door of the small shack opened and in walked Hector. His small dwelling was in a forgotten corner of the slums where he could sleep in peace. The shack was just a single room, with a chest in the corner, a fire pit with a pot hanging over and a hammock for rest. Latching the bar closed he took off his cloak and tool bag se...
N.B: Contains watersports. ***** The appointment was made. Now I had to struggle through the week that followed like a drug addict desperate for a fix. I couldn't concentrate at work; my notebook filled with crude, adolescent sketches of her hips, her breasts, her pussy suspended over my face. The evenings were the worst. Then there was nothing to distra...
Editor's note: this submission contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sexual situations. * As luck would have it, I arrived at work the next morning at the same time as Henry. He walked up to me as I was waiting for the elevator. "Good morning," he said as he slapped my ass, hard. My cunt contracted. "Good morning sir," I replied, keeping my eye...
Disclaimer: I do not own Game of Thrones. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. ***** "Tell them to leave." Arya whispered in her sister's ear. Sansa blushed, and then tried to protest weakly, "Arya, I just have one more meeting and then it's lunch. Can't we-" "No!" Arya shut her down, "Do it now." Sansa gulped softly, took a calming...
CHAPTER ONE A year ago I was sitting on top of the world. I had a $350,000 house, a voluptuous wife named Amber, a successful business that we owned, a boat, a Harley and a generous bank account. And then like most men that have it all, I screwed it up royally by having an affair with my best friend Paul's wife. Paul has been my best friend my whole life. H...
The sun was almost gone by the time Markoz led Brigitte back to his camp. The princess's cheeks began to color again as she saw a crowd gathering to welcome the chief back: she had just begun getting used to being naked in the presence of the two orcs, and now an entire village was going to see her! Still, she couldn't lose her courage now, so Brigitte lifte...
It's been like forever since I last uploaded a story. There are 4 stories in progress. So please be patient and enjoy this chapter. ***** We were announced that the anniversary party of our company was due in 2 months. The announcement was made about the 2nd week after our vacation. All the employees were excited about it as everyone knew that the party wo...