Mistaken Identity Stories

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Diary of a Cuckolded Man

by Casanova747 on Sep 25, 2018
Erotic Couplings

All characters in this story are over the age of 18. ***** Day - 1 The funniest thing happened today when I took Cassia out to lunch, we ran into my old pal Ian and who would have known? but as it turns out they're even older friends than I am. We exchanged phone numbers and made plans to get together soon, man my life is going great. Day - 14 Cassia an...

The Improbable Adventure Ch. 02

by crazyhominin on Sep 18, 2017
Humor & Satire

"So, Heinrich," the pistol-wielding woman in front of me said as I followed her down the forest path, watching her ass move nicely under her tight skirt, "Looks like you have a pretty good setup here. You grow the dope, get some hippie sluts to tend it for you, and get your dick sucked whenever you want!" The slick-haired guy behind me sniggered, and I loo...

Mistaken Identity

by blondsubles on Sep 25, 2017
BDSM

When they were young, nobody could tell Gina and Tina apart. They dressed the same, acted the same, even cut their hair identically. One of the favorite tricks the girls pulled was to switch out on people. Gina would go out on a date with some guy and then the next time, it would be Tina who would enjoy a nice time. The trick was to see if the guy ever reali...

Black Power Upgrade

by Samuelx on Sep 16, 2017
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

Certain things run in families, and whatever makes me what I am must be genetic, I think. If you think you've got problems, wait till you meet me, ladies and gentlemen. The name is Kelvin Gardner, and I'm a young man of African descent living in the City of Toronto, Ontario. The adopted son of Christopher and Danielle Gardner, formerly of metropolitan London...

Polysexuality Ch. 01

by Polysexual on Sep 18, 2017
Reviews & Essays

Note: This is a draft (December 2006) of a work in progress. While there is no name on this draft, it is under copyright by the author. Polysexuality: When One Partner Isn’t Enough: Discovering Your Polysexual Orientation Chapter 1: What Is Polysexuality?—Defining Terms What do these people have in common? The wife who fantasizes about the body of her s...

Kinky Love in Black and White

by Samuelx on Sep 14, 2017
Interracial Love

My name is Lea Jorgensen and I'm a white woman with an unusual story to tell. I'm five-foot-ten, kind of chubby and big-bottomed, with alabaster skin, blonde hair and pale blue eyes. The story that I'm about to tell you is absolutely true. Presently, I live in the Republic of Mexico with my husband Jamal Louis and our sons Jericho and Leroy. I've settled int...

Mistaken Identity Ch. 3

by Rocket on Sep 13, 2017
Humor & Satire

If Sara is perturbed by her partner's unexpected presence at breakfast, she is not showing it. "When did you get back in town?" she asks nonchalantly. "Last night," he replies. "When last night?" "Does it matter?" "You didn't come to bed." "I didn't want to wake you, so I crashed in one of the spare rooms. Anyway, the bedroom door was locked." "And...

Mistaken Identity

by Exakta66 on Sep 16, 2017
Interracial Love

Back in the day, the early 1980's to be precise, I was badly in need. In need of a job to be more specific. These were times of prosperity for most. The Dow had recently hit 2000, which was a record. The economy was booming and would continue to do so throughout most of the decade. Everyone and everything seemed to be doing great, except for me. Being the re...

Mistaken Identity

by goodlittleboysub on Sep 17, 2017
BDSM

I awoke to find myself naked, hanging from the ceiling by two hooks. Dazed and confused, I tried to lift my weary eyes. The last thing I remembered was walking out with that hot girl from the bar. Was I drugged? I felt misty and couldn't seem to focus. Suddenly, I realized that I was naked and in a strange place. In front of me, drinking wine from a glass, w...

Train of Thought

by avasogently on Sep 13, 2017
Group Sex

Millie escaped the murky atmosphere at street level by disappearing into the hellhole that was the Bedford-Nostrand subway station. Like every morning for the past two months, she was running late for work. Not that tardiness created anxiety. A lifetime of stable employment at a profitable, family-owned stationery emporium was practically guaranteed. The Ort...