This is a continuation of The Wet Nurse (Fetish), my tale of the Stearns family PROLOGUE On a clear autumn day in 1901, a man and his son walked through a dense forest. With each gust of wind, leaves showered down and settled on the trail: a kaleidoscope of yellow, bright orange, and deep red. The man, Edwin Stearns, carried a small single-shot rifle with...
Like a lot of the guys out there on the internet, I'm fascinated with hotwife stories. I love to read about wives having sex outside of their marriage. It doesn't really matter if it is swinging, or hotwifing with the support of a husband, or cheating and cuckolding. There are aspects to all of those areas that get my motor running. Also, like a lot of the...
Forward The events depicted at the end of Chapter Four are based upon personal real life experiences. They should only be attempted under the care and guidance of a professional. This story takes place a few days after the events depicted in 'The Mysterious Mrs. Sang – Endurance'. The first three chapters are all about plot and character development. (O...
Martin walked down the hallway at a brisk pace. Walking with a bit of exaggerated hip movement and fingers out palms down, just in case somebody was monitoring him. He had adapted quickly to walking this way and had found it not too difficult since his daily treadmill walks were done the same way. The walk was cute for others to watch, but Martin felt silly...
"There." "Pillar." Wakahisa-san advanced one frame and pointed at the screen. "Right there." "Pillar." "OK, now watch how she waves her arms around like she's trying to grab something or catch her balance." Wakahisa-san played the video forward again until the train hit. "Yep." "The kimono woman totally pushed her." "Can't see," Shimizu said, looking...
"Damn," she thought. "What am I doing here? This is way too weird." It was not just a little bit weird - well that depends on your perspective and she did have some experience in differing points of view - but it was secretly exciting and she knew it. No, it was not that it was really weird; bizarre and confounding were better descriptions but in either cas...
The fever had lasted two days. The wounds on the harem woman's back had turned bright red with infection, and Cayn had been forced to use much of their limited water supply to clean them. Having spent so much of his life in the field, bandaging her wounds with the tattered remains of her clothing was second nature to him. His own tunic was all he had to clot...
Adam was bored. No, bored was not quite strong enough. Frustrated and irritated were better words. Whose idea was it, anyway, to have these periodic company meetings on Friday afternoons? They were inane, pointless, and way too damned long. He had better things to do, as did most everyone here, he guessed. "Jesus," he muttered. "This place is run by freakin...
Long ere I spied the weathered signpost pointing the path to Taylorsville, I had felt that something was amiss. My aged bones were huddled against the freezing rain, and Old Dolly must have ambled down a wrong road somewhere past Statesboro. With my eyes tucked underneath the felt brim, I hadn't noticed. Night had fallen hours ago, and I could venture no gu...
I'm going to do something a little different for this entry. Several people have noted that with all the good and great blow jobs I've gotten, I must have gotten a few bad ones as well. Yes, there have been a few clunkers and plenty of mediocre ones. For obvious reasons, I haven't written about any of these. But apparently at least a few people are intereste...