With his wife Becky away visiting her parents for the long weekend, Brad has taken full advantage of his new membership in Pauline's Surrogate Wives Club. For some of those anons who seem so easily offended, I remind you this is a fictional story and there are no cucks in sight. Chapter Seven Brad's wife Becky now takes up the story from here: Maybe if...
For those of you who have read my stories, and left me a nice compliment and/or constructive criticism, this tale is for you. I know there will always be those anonymous cowards, who leave foul, nasty and/or ugly comments, but I don't worry about them; they don't matter anyway, and I'll simply delete them In the mean time, for all you kind and gentle souls t...
Early Tuesday evening, the setting sun shines though the window. Mike stares at the computer screen. A web page for a dating site lists several women and he reads the description for each, none of them his 'dream woman', none are missing a leg. Either leg would be fine, somewhere above the knee, maybe both. Donna had been like that, one leg, after a car wre...
James needed a break; things had been really hectic for him at work. Lots of deadlines and people wanting him to fix things beyond his control. He was exhausted and refused to breathe. When he came home last night, wrinkles furrowed his forehead. He looked tired and overwhelmed. "The world has gone crazy and everyone thinks I can fix it!" he snarled. "I don...
I'd come to town for a second cousin's wedding. The event had been much what one would expect of a country wedding; there was a church, a priest pontificating about the sanctity of marriage, and a lot of free beer. There was fuck all accommodation nearby, so my friend Ryan and I had agreed to split a twin share room in a local motel. He was living and work...
CHAPTER 7: SHOW AND TELL AUTHOR'S NOTE: Dear readers, as there are a number of characters, I thought it might be helpful to have a quick guide as a reminder: Walters: Geometry teacher, glasses, mustache, average height, 50s, beer belly but not fat. Sal Peterson: School janitor/maintenance, heavy set, mid 40s, strongRothman: Father's boss, used to babysit...
WARNING: This is a story that includes sex in church, biblical quotes and a Minister who uses his power to sleep with high school students, married women and eventually his daughter...if such things offend you please don't read. (Also, the scripture is used out of context as the story is about a Minister who manipulates the Bible and the gullibility of women...
Chapter 24 On Monday morning, I was racing to my locker after English and before Astronomy to switch my books. Getting rid of Moby Dick alone would improve my posture for the rest of the morning. I quickly dialed the combination and jerked the locker open, only to have it slam close again. Tommy Narburg was standing right next to me. The locker door had app...
The phone rang. It was 3 AM on Thursday. The boy awoke and fumbled around for it. It was someplace under his hoodie by his desk. He found it and answered it, half rolling away from his sleeping roommate in his bunk so as not to wake him. "Mmnnn Hello?" "Hello Vic! How is my nice hunk of Vanilla dick?" It was Wendy. She was horny, excited, and on the phone...
Okay, a word of warning from the off -- if you're going to be offended by a white cuck husband whose wife gives herself to a group of black men, don't read this piece. If a scene that features black men impregnating white women turns you into a seething ball of outrage, don't read this piece. If you're going to get all snarled up with hate at descriptions of...