Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** I pulled into the driveway to my house and I was disappointed to see my future mother-in-law's car in the driveway. "Oh great" I think sarcastically. I'm not looking forward to interacting with her so soon after getting off work. I had just come from a long day working in IT for...
Authors's Note: this is a story about a man who is aroused by his role as a cuckold husband. If that is not you cup of tea, try another entry. For others, I hope you enjoy it and will let me know with your feedback. * Inside the ballroom, Donald saw a raised platform to one side and a bar to the other. At the bar were his group buddies, Marc, Jack, and Mat...
I was asked why all my sluts are single and swingers, what about the sluts that are cheating? Well, here it is. I wouldn't say I was in a downward spiral. It didn't feel that dramatic. I was in a trough. I thought the very sound of it was perfect. "Trough." I woke up, I sent the kids off. I pretended to work. The family would come home eventually. It was ho...
Chapter 5: Betsy, part 1 Betsy followed me home, but once inside my apartment she seemed a little hesitant. "Having second thoughts?" "No, I'm just not sure how I should proceed. I'm breaking new ground here and I don't know what to do." "Well, we didn't come here to play cards, checkers or chess. We both know why we are here and we both know the mechanic...
Author's Notes: This is a short cheating fiancée story where the players are of a working class world. 'Half of all marriages end in divorce' is a truism, but no one talks about the OTHER half. Especially, those of the other half who flourish in each other's company – while the remainder of the marrieds have become only financially and/or emotionally chained...
My name is Alimah Amal Hassan. I was born and raised in the City of Al-Karameh in the Kingdom of Jordan. My family moved to the region of Ontario, Canada, about ten years ago. Today, I turn twenty two. I'm a third-year student at Carleton University in the City of Ottawa. I have a lot to be thankful for today. Seriously. I live in the greatest country in the...
At this time there were 9 girls in Rogonfeldt House. Two of us, me and Wendy Olson, a self-proclaimed 'farm girl' from Minnesota, were unbranded as yet. Two of us, Bethany Szochet (who you already know) and Sam Welton, were considered house sluts and not likely to be sold off for at least a few years. Two more of us, Kathy Jones from Carmel and Rainee Bizot...
For once I found myself at the detention room with plenty of time to spare, after the events of last time I simply couldn't wait. As I reached the door I took a big calming breath and adjusted the semi erection in my trousers before heading inside. There, at her desk, sat the gorgeous Miss Walker. She probably wasn't beautiful in the classic sense, but she h...
Janice entered the butcher's shop and with the very attentive male staff, made her meat selection for the week. Bob the owner / manager said "Will you be paying the usual way Mrs Shaftbury?" Janice smiled and said, "Yes thank you Robert." Bob led Janice behind the counter and into another room with a comfortable couch and chairs and said, "Please wait her...
All characters in this story are over 21 years old. This is a fictional fantasy that contains elements of both femdom, maledom and transsexual/cross-dressers niche, it is focused on humiliation. This is the second chapter of One of the Girls. Sorry for the long delay. ***** The studio lights blinded and disorientated me for a few minutes as Lana led me by...