Note: This story is the twenty-third episode in a series entitled "Roxanne and Willie". If you have not read the previous twenty-two episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter. This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I strong...
Dean slipped out of his bedroom window quietly, crossed the yard and hopped the low fence easily. Once on the other side of the street, he was careful to move quickly from one tree that lined the sidewalk to the next. The moon was up but only a quarter slice hanging in the late evening sky, so he was fairly sure no one would notice him. The dark clothing h...
Hannah Pennee leaned back, thin legs crossed in her extended, plush upholstered recliner. Holding a half filled wine glass, she breathed, shallowly into the phone. She rubbed her bare thighs together and enjoyed the warm, pressure-created moisture where they joined. "We called those little-boy-thangs dangling 'tween their legs, birds. That's what we called t...
In order to determine who to promote among many qualified candidates, the VP had organized a swinging party. The first round proceeded extremely well. Now with the participants were revving their engines for round two. "If anyone is in dire need after round one, we have a dish full of what my local bootlegger tells me are fairly "genuine" Viagra pills," Mr...
Spoiler alert. This is a story about cuckolding so don't say you weren't warned. *** It's late. We're the last of what had been close to one hundred people. The final five. My wife, Prabh, my boss, Ricky, our hosts, Don and Jean, and me, Brad, Three of us are pretty hammered, but Mr. Richard Johnson, doesn't look like he's had too much to drink and my wife...
This is a fiction concerning a Dd/Lg relationship and dynamic between two consenting adults (not actually father and daughter so no incest is consumed here) that I wrote some time ago for a very special L/g whom I will be always grateful to for having giving me the chance to explore this particular side of my fantasies and desires. ------------------------...
This is a partially true story, with some embellishments and enhancements out of my own fantasy. I'll allow you, dear readers, to wonder what is true, and what is contrived, where truth ends and fantasy begins. Enjoy. ;) Mistress Margo was waiting for me in the reception hall of Saint Petersburg Airport. I had been there a couple of times before, but this t...
Note: This story is the thirty-ninth installment in a series entitled "Sandra and Stevie". If you have not read the previous thirty-eight episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter. This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I s...
Early summer. Half past ten pm. A comfy bedroom. Andrew, the husband, is on the bed reading a paper. He is a forty something rather handsome guy. Susan, his wife, enters the room. Medium size, brunette, green eyes she is the typical next door mid-thirty-young-very-good-looking housewife. She hangs her dressing-gown and goes to the full length mirror in her p...
I'm a jockey. Not just a jockey, but a jockey that wins race after race. My services are in great demand and because of this, I am well off financially. There are already rumors in the right circles I will ride in the Kentucky Derby. If selected, and if I win, I will be a shoe in for the Preakness and the Belmont Stakes. Dare I dream it? I could be a Triple...