The front door slammed waking Ben from his uncomfortable slumber, the vibrator still sitting on his lips. He licked it tenaciously tasting Natalia's faint essence. He wondered who it was who had come in or had gone. The sun was shining in the window of the living room. He looked around and noticed that he was completely naked. She must have stripped him whil...
"Maybe I died, and went to hell," Jacob grumbled looking over his map once again adding another sticker for the latest rape Angela's told him about. Gloriana Burns, Gloria and his granddaughter, right in the middle of the damn supermarket. It was just so insanely brazen, but a little going over his notes and he found out that the only potential witness that...
Thank you for all your messages. I appreciate it has been a long time since the last chapter published. Work commitments and problems with my eyesight have made writing extremely difficult recently. I hope you enjoy the latest chapter. Chapter Ten Darkness covered everything. It was insidious, blanketing all light, all memories, all sense of time. How lon...
This story continues on from "Tim Ch. 3 -- Tim serves as a kinky French maid & is punished & humiliated.". This chapter works as a stand-alone story. * It was now almost two years since Tim had been kidnapped and forced to work as a submissive sex slave. In that time he had accepted his status as a plaything for rich women and had got used to satisfying t...
All in all, Sheriff Creech was kind of looking forward to retirement. It was a lovely mid-May and ending his decades of service to Putnam, Kentucky just in time to be able to spend Christmas with Elaine and her boys - his grandchildren. He was smiling just thinking about it as he leaned back at his desk. Plenty of good memories with this town, he almost hate...
Lost in Eros Book I: The Manor The Big Bed Room [NOTE: The game played in this chapter can be played with any number of open-minded couples (more than two), though the more the merrier. If it's not a number compatible with dice you have on hand, a bowl with numbered chits will do just as well. Smaller groups than five or six couples, or folks who are perh...
My name is Natalia and I am 30 years old. I was raised in a small city in Massachusetts outside of Boston. Although, my family is of Greek descent I would say we were raised with more of an American culture. I come from an average family where my father is a carpenter and a landlord who owns over a half dozen houses and my mother owns her own coffee shop....
Preface: I wrote this story because I have searched far and wide for cuckolding stories where the cuckolding happens both accidentally/or in the heat of the moment, and leaves the man feeling a permanent sense of regret (without any sexual satisfaction for him). After being unable to find something like this over the years, I decided to write on for myself....
My wife had decided her career was more important than her marriage. She had moved to the city and was living in a shared house with some other girls. We still saw each other at weekends but it was clear where I stood on her priority list. Besides which, I was fairly certain that she'd been fucking a guy at her work. My wife was Russian and her name Irina....
"Hey, don't tell me CisQuent is sending its star coder," a voice said behind me. I turned around and it was Bryan from NavMet, who I'd hung out with for two previous years at the Developer Conference. He turned to a short, round woman with curly black hair next to him, maybe Mexican or something. "Rick, this is Natalia. Rick's the only guy who knows anythi...