My one story a year this year is something I've been working on for quite a while. Stephanie McMahon in this story is portrayed as a woman who has a lot of slutty sexual fantasies and loves being talked down to so if you don't like that or utterly fake wrestling fan fiction upsets you please don't read this. Everyone else enjoy this kinda long yet very satis...
[If unfamiliar with the storyline in Beyond a Reasonable Doubt, stop now and read that one before resuming. AL/a] * Acheson sat behind the wheel, looked at Genie sitting beside him in the dark, then he flipped on the overhead light, picked up a notepad and began writing. "I need to get packed," he said as he wrote, "and stop by the pharmacy on the way to t...
This story is the seventh episode in a series entitled "Awakenings". If you have not read the previous six episodes of this series I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter. I remind you again that I write cuckold stories. While I try to make them loving cuckold stories they do depict an alternative life style. If you're offended or upset by stori...
I had met Ted Mason when he'd been hired to come in and do some consulting on a major company merger I myself had been working on. His reputation preceded him, both in his almost ruthless review of a Company's organization, as well as his penchant for the ladies. His photo appearing quite frequently in the society pages of the paper. He had one of those rou...
Based on a true story: mine. To avoid further damaging the skin on my penis I can't just rub it any more. If I'm going to beat off without causing damage, I have to use a lube. Since I can't get naked and use a lube in the middle of the afternoon without someone noticing, I don't beat off. That means I still look at porn, but I no longer masturbate to porn....
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...
I eyed the rows of passengers warily as my wife and I boarded the tour bus. Sure enough, we had botched it by being late and there wasn't a spot where two people could sit together. There he was, though, fifth row. Anton. He had one seat reserved with his backpack. Of course my wife, Natasha, sat with him. Damn. The feeling in the pit of my stomach was uncom...
I met my wife Jessie in an Art's class during college. It was one of those moments, now looking back, that I knew even then would change my life. Though to what extent it did, and had...I certainly didn't know at the time. The only thing I did know, the moment I saw her, I knew I was going to marry her. No matter what. Oddly enough, she was the artist. I wa...
Tonight was a special evening. Her nervous energy was palpable and continued to grow as the sun went down. She opened the sliding glass door to the patio of her apartment and tied the small red scarf to the outside door handle, and then with a deep sigh closed the door all the way...but did not lock it back. Her instructions were simple but all the same he...
My name is Martin. Characters and events in this story are fictional. Chapter One I'd spent twelve of my thirty-two years in Miami, Florida. I'd taken a job at an exotic car dealership after completing an Associate's degree in Sales and Marketing. I began as a floor associate, greeting and engaging the high-end walk-in clientele. Then I moved into the serv...