PART I A week, later, Friday, October 31st, at around 7:30 in the evening, and Tres had a lot on her mind. A little less than a week ago, her roommate and best friend had knelt before her on her bed begging for an orgasm which Tres had eventually supplied. That evening had been, at once terrifying, blissful, confusing, and something like forty seven other a...
This is the first of a series of short stories about Lord Fletcheour and his realm of Vicmarian that existed almost a thousand years ago in the extreme northern part of what is today Great Britain. Early in the eleventh century the world was very much a different place. Lord Fletcheour was Lord of the manor and had acquitted his title and grant to his land...
This is not a telling of real events. It is a work of fiction inspired by the "Cuckold Diet" by razorlyt© and "Something We Have to Talk About" by nici©. It is a story of a man grappling with the conflicting emotions caused by his wife's open infidelity, his masochistic and dominant self, his pride and basic need for fairness. -----------------------------...
Friday morning and Heather was up bright and early, prancing around nervously, her naked tits wiggled and waggled around with her excited movements. I just propped myself up on my elbow and watched the show. I looked down at the comforter and for the first time, noticed cum stains. I knew they were not mine; they were probably left by Don when he pulled out...
Warning: The following story contains elements of bondage, mind control, and slavery. Don't read if those are elements you'd prefer to avoid. * The teeming multitudes converged on the stadium, and Prince Aman let himself move with the flow. The Wizard-King Satim had decreed a week of celebration in honor of his seventeenth year on the throne, today being...
Story Code: M/F, M+/F, Group, Public Sex, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism *** Dumped, dropped, kicked, let go, redundant, surplus to requirements, sacked, booted out! I'd been the recipient of all of those words and more in the past seven days. A week ago I was a happily married woman, one, almost teenage daughter, and a small house in an upmarket neighbourhood....
Copies of this story may not be made for distribution, be publishing or copied to another webpage without explicit permission from the author. * * * * * Jim Dugan walked from the courthouse to the first eating place he could find for a quick lunch. The divorce proceeding was postponed until after lunch because the judge had arrived so late that morning. He...
When Donna walked through the door, Steve blinked. And then he blinked again. The first blink was caused by his surprise at seeing her there; the second was caused by her expression. Something about the way she held herself erect and the quivering chin made him think of death and firing squads. Steve's testicles retracted in fear. The hair on the back of hi...
You Love Me To Hate You As I was writing this, I realized that I was over 20k words and wasn't even close to a finishing point. I decided to break it up into chapters. One of the criticisms against me is that I don't develop my characters enough. Maybe I've got that figured out now? Maybe it's just word salad? This story could've gone in any number of ca...
Author's note: I think this works as a stand-alone. I get my lily white ass reamed by a big black bull in front of my wife, her friend and my swim team. Delicious humiliation! Mindy's moving day signaled a huge change in her life and the relationship I have with my wife, Debbie. That was the day we put on a real life show of me offering up my sissy ass wh...