This new series will revolve around one particular man ... he's the Mountain in the title of this story. Mountain isn't what I called him ... his name is actually Carl, though he preferred I use some other names for him. But the mountain metaphor fits him pretty well and I'd like to thank the guy on here who gave him that name when I described him in some...
NOTE TO READER: This is the second part of my first Lit story. I evidently upset some of you and received quite a few negative reviews and comments for it. It was a little disheartening, but I do appreciate those who provided the positive feedback both in the comments and through messages. To my detractors - I do understand the frustration of reading a sto...
Chapter 2 - Submission After Paul's acceptance of Linda's terms the real submission starts and first changes are made. Suddenly she wasn't stern any longer. She just smiled. But not a happy smile, more like a smile of satisfaction. 'How long will I be locked in this thing? Where are the keys?' 'Well, Initially I planned on keeping you in there for two w...
(Magdelyn K. Bordeaux) 01/03/2017 "Welcome. Welcome. If everyone will just settle down and find a seat. Find a seat. Thank you. For those who don't know me, I am Anita Seamen, President of SFLRC. I'd like to thank everyone who make it out tonight. It's a very large turn out. The Society for Female Led Relationships and Cuckoldry is celebrating five years a...
(All characters are age 18+) *** I felt like I was losing control. My body and mind were becoming less and less masculine with every passing day. And I was secretly ENJOYING it. I couldn't help myself. Every time I looked in the mirror, I found myself loving the ever-changing reflection. First, my dyed pixie haircut. Then, my bikinis. Then, my nose, ear, a...
To Jackie, who owns my mind, body and cock to this day. * The second my new coworker arrived at the center I was immediately interested. At 5 feet 4 inches, Jackie had dark hair, brown eyes and an unbelievably cute attitude that captured the attention of every person in the workspace. I had seen her around at my high school before but I've never had the o...
Prologue The breeze that came in from the Atlantic ocean did not do much to quell the baking sun on the beach of Marabogo. The small island laid approximately one hundred miles of the coast of Namibia, Africa. John Morton and Henry Larsen sat on the beach in their sunbathing chairs looking at all the skimpily clad women and ripped black men. Both men were...
It's 3.00pm on Friday 13 September and I'm sitting on the balcony of the apartment we are staying at in Surfers Paradise watching the world go by. I have spent the day waiting for my wife, Nina, to arrive home. My phone just beeped. She's on her way!. Then I read the text. Nina: Hi Hun I've decided to stay another night. Hope you don't mind. See you tomorro...
Amy had succumbed yet again and let Ben out of chastity so that they could make love. However, this time, almost in revenge, she had placed a thin layer of textured steel mesh inside his small Prince Albert chastity cage before locking it back on his ever hopeful cock. Now when Ben's cock swelled, it pushed into the mesh causing a whole new feeling of sadist...
Haven't written in a while. I hope you'll enjoy this rather incredible IR cuckold tale. When my wife went black for the first time ten years ago, it was almost as good as it gets, but not as good as the story you're about to read. If you're wondering, I did play high school football and scored a few TD's. ___________________ "Brad, your twenty-fifth high s...