1st led to 2nd Author's note: This story is a fictional account of one lady's learning to love the cuckold lifestyle and how her behavior affected her marriage. A writer's job is to push limits; the reader's role is to get emotionally involved in the story. Visceral comments from my earlier efforts tell me readers are moved: that is good. Ugly, personal com...
Nerves prickle along my skin and flutter in my belly. Today is the test of all the hard work I've been putting in for the past few months. Months dedicated to learning as much as possible about the running of The Castle. As well as getting to know all the staff and the regular guests who attend our "Special" weekends and holidays. Months spent learning my...
My name is Mike. I'm 50, married with two small kids and a beautiful 26-year-old wife, Ashley. She is a stay at home mom. We live in a gated community outside of Las Vegas. Our home is a sprawling 3500 sq. foot colonial. My career affords us every luxury. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention my knockout wife was employed in this town at one time as an exotic enterta...
CHAPTER 1 With her fortieth birthday hurtling towards her, Bobbi Crawford decided what had until now been unthinkable: It was time she had an affair. She knew if she were caught out husband Deacon and their twins Roy and Rose would be devastated through perhaps not Roy, who at nineteen already had a reputation for being a lady's man. Bobbi hoped that meant...
It was Friday night. Janet and her husband Paul had decided on an "early night" and were fooling around. The weather was warm and humid and they were both naked above the bed covers, touching and kissing. Paul had spread an adult magazine on the bed in front of them, and in between gentle strokes of his wife's moist, velvety pussy lips, he flicked the pages...
Walking the downtown streets of Chicago during the holidays is magical. The lights twinkle and sway in the brisk winter breeze. Christmas music wafts on the evening air. People and families are shopping. Laughter and smiles abound this time of year. Tugging my coat a little tighter to fend off the brisk cold, my stride quickens to find my destination. The...
He was onto his fifth cup of coffee this day and as the clock moved beyond eight and the sun set below the hills outside his office at Goldbud Farms, he realized that he had the shakes. He'd already spent the better part of the past two weeks trying desperately to come up with a new corporate logo for the rebranding of his company, and now, after two sleeple...
When my van was stolen during a booking in Philadelphia I felt like my world had turned upside down. I was on stage when the manager came to tell me and I just broke down. I cancelled the rest of the booking and managed to work out a ride back home to Florida where I intended to sulk for a while and lick my wounds. I stayed home for a couple of weeks and t...
This is part 1 of the "Erotica Made to Order" series. This installment was inspired by AG82. Erotica Made to Order 01: The Orbit of Him Rounding the corner of the cereal aisle, Abby stopped short. Her mind, filled as it almost always was with the must-do minutiae of the day, suddently went blank. She stared for several seconds at the familiar shape in th...
It was a hot, lazy Saturday afternoon. Carl, as usual, was sitting naked on his floor in front of the TV. The soft shorts he uses as pyjamas hang limply from the sofa. He is wearing only his faded Guns & Roses t-shirt. He is gently gliding his fingertips up and down his erect cock. His other hand cups his ball sac, massaging the testicles. He is playing his...