Thanks again for all of your feedback and encouragement. I hope you enjoy this final chapter. Keg ***** My eyes gradually get used to the dim light as I sit in the stuffy closet and wait. I can hear the beat of the music through the walls and the occasional burst of laughter. I wonder if they are talking about me. About what a slut I am. If they only knew...
The short synopsis of this story to date is included below, but reading the previous chapters may help. Also, in this chapter, I explore something that was recommended by a reviewer. ***** This is the continuing story of a cuckquean, my wife, Ann. She had been reading cuckold stories on line and decided that she was a cuckquean, a kind of female cuckold....
Cathy arrived home around five thirty still shaking but armed with the perfect disguise for her appointment with the Steven's clan. Cathy switched on the phone and was amused to find she had had another thirty-nine missed calls. Smiling, Cathy typed, 'Arriving nine o'clock Friday! Be ready. Cathy pressed send and debated whether to wait for a reply; she deci...
Jake sat staring up at the beautiful night sky. It was a warm August night, the sky full of bright shiny stars, the moon was full and every now and then you would see a shooting star stream across the sky. Every night he would sit here on his front porch and stare at the sky. Even during bad weather he would sit on the porch swing and stare off into the nigh...
It was a considerable drive to get to Jasmine's "little place outside the city" as she had called it. On unfamiliar roads surrounded by lush old growth forest, Paul drove their modest mid-size crossover while Debbie poked at her phone. She was scrolling through image searches of Jasmine's photos online. Mostly social events and red carpet type stuff, but She...
Sunday – Paris James watched from the back seat as Jasmine exited the limo in front of the hotel. It was impossible to depart gracefully with such a dress and the doorman who opened her door was certainly privy to a magnificent view of her long lean legs as she placed her right foot on the cobblestone drive and brought her left around to steady herself and...
As she lay there, naked, stomach down, her hands and feet tied to the corners of the table, her thoughts kept returning to her lifelong inability to orgasm being due to some sneaky pre-birth pills and a bit of surgery when she popped out. Her father's having her career set up for her to jump straight into like a warm tower out the dryer, and her mother's dis...
"Jasmine, sweetie, you might want to scrub your feet before putting them up," Billie Wells said, a concerned eye on her lounging daughter's feet, perched on the faded lilac fabric of the armrest. "That's the couch Augusta Bennington gave to me." Jasmine moved to put her feet on the floor and the older woman's expression brightened as she went on, "Did I eve...
Jasmine clutched the brush tightly up near its neck as she put the final scattered strokes into the evergreen forest - a lush but subdued backdrop to a fantastical portrayal of fire-breathing dragons and serpents. She added an acrylic veneer to smooth the backdrop. She leaned back and took a long drag from her twiddle stick as Coltrane's piano, blasting thro...
David really couldn't believe what had happened since he had moved to his new home. Women seemed to be throwing themselves at him! If he had been a younger man perhaps he wouldn't be so surprised but now, at his age? He most certainly wasn't complaining. The whole village tradition thing intrigued him and he wondered just what else the village had to offer...