Note: This is a story in the dominant wife & submissive husband genre also known as cuckold genre. If such scenarios bother you or do not interest you, I suggest that you read another story. Lynn and I are both in our fifties. This is the second marriage for both of us. Lynn keeps herself in good shape by working out regularly. She has short sassy brown ha...
My last adventure left me with more questions than answers, but somehow I knew I had to keep trying. Trying what, I wasn't sure. Was I becoming a slut, whore or whatever it's called? I don't think so, I'm not a nympho, I mean I go a long time between sex with men, it's not constant. I knew pleasuring myself, although fun, wasn't satisfying my deepest needs,...
In the beginning, there was void. No, that was a stupid thought. But still... why couldn't he see? Why couldn't he feel his body? No... That wasn't true. He could feel a part of it. His cock felt hot, hard and straining, and his balls ached with the need to cum. As Roy took a deep breath, his raw, hard need to cum cut through the darkness. Sensation retu...
My name is Heather, I'm 30 years old and I have a secret. I've recently had an affair. Well to be honest, it was more of a fling than an affair, but it still involved cheating on my husband. I've never cheated on him before and now that I've sampled what another man can give me, I can safely say I'm not likely to do so again. I don't regret what I've done at...
Kelly Brown was not a happy girl. The sun was beating down on her bare back and she wiped the sweat from her brow turning her head and looking at the golden disc in the sky. She let go of the pitchfork and took off the heavy leather glows she was wearing. Her fingers had the beginning of blisters and they ached after the hard work. Next to her on the groun...
Chapter One: Between a rock and a hard place Valarie Evans slammed the door shut and sprinted to the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water and chugging it as quickly as she could. She could still taste the bitter, salty stuff in her mouth and she wanted it out. She stripped off her thin shirt on her way to the shower. She hoped the warm, soapy water would was...
It was Saturday afternoon and Roy had been in the bar playing pool and hanging out with his friends for an hour when he saw the girls come in and take seats at the counter. They were both dressed in western wear including cowboy hats. The tallest one had long brown hair hanging in a braid down her back. She had a pretty face with big brown eyes, a straight n...
It wasn't intentional. It was never supposed to happen. We'd known each other for eight years give or take. Certainly there was the friendly flirting and maybe, if I'm being completely honest, some of it skirted the razor's line between appropriate and inappropriate; but the line was always there, the unspoken limit of where either of us was willing to take...
I've travelled most of my career. The first few years it was mostly by air and, of course, I was met with flight delays, bad weather, lost luggage, all the wonderful things that air travel brings in such abundance. The last ten years or so, however, I have been responsible for a much smaller geographical area which I mostly cover by car. Believe me, it's a...
The widow sat in a small, windowless room just off the chapel where her husband's body lay. The room was reserved for family of the departed who needed respite from well-wishers or a moment to grieve in private. Her hands trembled as she stared at the envelope the fire chief held out to her. "Roy left this in case he didn't come back from a call." Chief Lu...