Chapter 1 Five years ago I owned my own company and was earning a six figure salary. I had it all. A gorgeous wife, boat, cars, motorcycles, two homes, and a loaded bank account. Today I kneel in the bathroom of a company I once owned scraping gum off the floor so I can mop it. This is my story of five long years of submission and cuckolding at the hands of...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story is a work of fiction and contains scenes of extramarital and unprotected sex. If this isn't for you, please move on. Comments are welcome, but try to control the name-calling and moral judgments. * "Walt, you're going tonight, right?" Walt turned from his monitor and looked to see his boss, Todd, leaning his head in the open doo...
It had been a hell of a month. Christ, it had been a hell of a summer. My partner and I had been putting in sixteen hour days since early June, trying to get our new venture going. It was now mid August, and we just about ready to introduce our product to the industry. We had come a long way, and if we were successful, we and our wives would enjoy the fruits...
Chapter 12 Aiko's Error Aiko and Gerald slept in until almost noon. They spent the afternoon catching up on their chores and preparing for their workweek. Back into their daily routines, they forgot about the envelope Aiko received just before they left the masked ball. Two days later, receipt of their regular mail jogged, Gerald's memory. "Did you check w...
Chapter 11 The Masked Ball Author's Note: All errors are strictly mine. * * * Spring arrived. It had been a while since all four couples were able to meet together at the same time. Everyone agreed to have Bill and Wei-ling hold the party in their home because it was the only that could accommodate all four couples comfortably. On such occasions, the fou...
"A Muslim guy can't be bisexual, Zahir Abiodun, the way I see it, a man can either be gay or straight, I think you're just greedy and dishonest, you lie to your faith and worst of all, you lied to me," said my ex-girlfriend Sharon Rosenberg, the day I decided to tell her that I was a switch-hitter. That's right, ladies and gentlemen, I am a bisexual man of A...
Author note - this is chapter four of this story, I hope you all enjoy :) I do like to hear (constructive) feedback, so feel free to send it privately or post a comment. Thanks for reading :) ************* I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, looking at my body as I waited on the shower heating. The marks on my body were looking more and more pronounce...
Jeanne Franks' eyes scurried to see if anyone was close enough to hear. I'd seen that conspiratorial look before. What was she up to? "I know you and Jeff Morrison had sex in that bus, last winter," my sometimes friend said, so close to my head her voice made my eardrum itch. "No way that you couldn't. Come clean, how was it?" Another bullshit question,...
In the manner of Gregory Maguire, who provided us with a version of the childhood standard The Wizard of Oz through the eyes of the "wicked" witch, I have re-written my favorite BDSM story, Both Master and Slave, written by Martin Sharpe (published in 2001 by Silver Moon Books in Great Britain), from the point of view of the submissive, rather than the Maste...
Okay, so maybe I did sleep with my college professor to raise my calculus grade, but does that give someone the right to ruin my life? My Behavioral Studies teacher, Miss Compton, apparently thinks it does. When she found out about my rendezvous with my calculus teacher, Miss Compton threatened to have me expelled from college and threatened to nullify my tr...