FYI This story is all about having fantasies completed and going to far with them. It also has cuckolding and interracial sex in it. I you don't like this sort of thing then please don't read it. You have been told. Thanks for everyone who has written me with suggestions and/or comments. They are all appreciated. Again this is a true story, only the sex has...
Happy hour never began until 8 PM. Leaving your desk earlier was a sign of weakness. Un-seriousness. An interest in staying in your current position forever. But when it got going, it got silly quickly. Now ice was tinkling in the glasses and everyone was decompressing fast. I was standing with my co-workers. Shelly was a slim, athletic brunette with a hug...
I awoke after my dream, nothing had changed. I was still in the humbler, the 3 foot cage, the doggy butt plug. Everything had gone back to normal, my dream was all that it was, a dream. Sophie was not in the room, I wasn't being held upside down, I was still naked. It was exactly the same as the last time Liza and Rosa left me. The door opened and the 2 wal...
Again dear reader if you don't enjoy reading about wives CUCKOLDING their husbands OR INTERACIAL sex, stop reading this story! You were told ahead of time. Again this is a sad story with an unhappy ending to it. It's something different than I usually write. * On Saturday, Liza was singing and humming most of the day as she did her normal Saturday things w...
Several authors are coming out with stories based on the various versions of "Maggie May" or "Maggie Mae." The story titles will be: "Maggie May - author's pseudonym" e.g. "Maggie May — Jake Rivers" The storyline might use any version or combinations of versions of the song. Some of the possibilities are by: Rod Stewart, John Lennon, Yoko Ono, Suzanne Vega...
Exactly one week after I caught my wife fucking the local Laundromat owner, I moved in to a shitty 2 bedroom place in a shitty part of town. Exactly one week after I paid my first alimony check, I moved into a shittier place in a shittier part of town. Forget about the wrong side, this place was virtually ON the tracks. Still, it was close to work, so I sav...
Author's Note: I've called the seniors' retirement community in this story simply The Home, a name that I didn't want to use because of its connotations of involuntary confinement of the mentally unfortunate. But I was afraid that if I called it by any appropriate name that might occur to me - The Oaks, Sunshine Acres, Leisure Lodge, etc. - I'd run the risk...
My wife Liza and I have been married for seventeen years. She's a terrific mother and wife. Our sex life is wonderful as she is a very enthusiastic lover. With all of the great times we've had in bed nothing compares to what happened recently. Although we've sworn to each other that we'd never let anything like what transpired happen again, the pure unbridle...
The ships danced. Beams of light fired from one ship to the other missing it by a fraction of an inch. Lindsay and Liza breathed a sigh of relief, "That one was too close." "I don't care." Calm Ericha noted. She was busy reading the reports from days past. "These reports make no sense. It says he was right in front of our nose the entire time." Ericha ya...
This is a true story. It happened last Saturday night. Last weekend, I was the emcee at an outdoor music festival. It was a three day affair with lots of great music. The vibe was very cool and while it was no Woodstock '69, it was certainly a great experience. My job was to bring the acts on and off the stage, stick to the schedule and keep the happy vibe...