The Wife-Slut Course, hereafter referred to as the course or the program, is a well researched and planned training program designed to allow the candidate to discover who she is sexually and what her sexual limits are in the context of a loving and caring marital relationship, and to furthermore allow her the freedom to stretch those limits to whatever exte...
I awoke in his arms as I always do. He was awake, watching me sleep. He smiled and brushed a strand of hair off my face. I closed my eyes and waited to feel his lips on mine, my favourite way to wake up. Our lips pressed together, our tongues twisted. No other parts of our bodies touched. It was a little rule he had some mornings. I loved every inch of our s...
Note to the reader: This story deals with a fictitious football game that never actually took place. So, please don't bitch that the scoring drives depicted never actually happened between the Cowboys and Giants. If you don't want to read about a husband watching his wife have sex with another man, then don't read this story. You have been warned. *****...
"This is so unfair." Yelled Timmy as he trashed his room. His anger blinding him to the fact that he was destroying all his things. "Sorry sport, but you know the rules." Said his pink haired Fairy, she waved her wand as he broke each item. Repairing it with a flash of magic. It had officially been the worst day of Timmy's life. He got up...
As the year closes the air is filled with jingling bells, Christmas music and the incessant drone of whining. Much like the commercial where after losing a video game on his phone a competitor says, "I like to win," to which an older lady sitting nearby replies, "You like to whine," the Survivor Forum is filled with whining. Echoing through the great halls o...
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I wake up the following morning to my regular 8am alarm, for a moment letting the usual wave of boring monotony wash over me. Then I remember last night, my list. The list that was going to change my boring life to the one I so desperately wanted. I get out of bed and go straight to my computer to look over the list again as I can't completely recall what I...
My name is Brittany and I am my boyfriend's sex slave. It didn't start out that way. We met three years ago and after a couple weeks of being friends, we started dating. We had what most would consider quite a normal courtship. Because I have trust issues, I made him wait for sex. We didn't have sex until our second month of being an official couple, but on...
Part One: The Real Rules There are so many laws of the road that people seem to be, well, confused about which parts of the code are the most important. And I do hate to see somebody, especially somebody just in front of me when I need to get somewhere, suffering from confusion. So I've prepared this little guide to help these benighted people out. No need...
My name is Rachel Winston Jacobs. And I am a Muslim. I was born in North London, England, and lived there my whole life. When most people think of a Muslim woman, I'm not what they think of. I stand six feet tall, with long blonde hair and pale blue eyes. I was born in the United Kingdom to conservative Anglican parents. I was a student at Cambridge Universi...