... but in the light it's 'pokes, saloons, whores and a wife The western was always a staple of TV and movie fare when I was a kid with John Wayne riding tall and Matt Dillon tossing bad guys in the pokey and Miss Kitty pouring shots at a long bar saloon. 44 Colt long barrel revolvers were the fashion accessories of the day and if Matt was putting the talle...
The night was warm with a gentle breeze blowing as my Master and I walked along the waterfront near our hotel. We were enjoying a holiday away from all the usual stresses of everyday living, spending time with each other, doing the things we liked to do together. I delighted in the feel of His strong hand holding mine as we passed silently by the dimly lit r...
She was lying next to him, head between his thighs, busily licking and sucking at his cock. This was one of his favorite ways to have her pleasure him; it put her pussy and ass near his face, where he could easily play with them, pushing her into a frenzy that she took out on his cock. She went lower to grab his balls in her mouth, and he slowly slid a finge...
Please read chapter's 1 and 2 before this, to fully appreciate this story. ***** For the next three weeks Steve watched his wife take black cock after black cock into her ever-gaping holes while her body healed, but of course some added to her marks as most of them slapped her around. But Valerie being the whore she now was smiled through everything even e...
The best place to start is with a brief introduction, my name is Ron, 35 years old, married to Courtney aged 32, for a very happy nine years. We have no kids, medical reasons, and are both in sufficiently well paid jobs. Quite usual considering nine years of marriage, our sex life remains adequate but is getting more of a routine pleasure rather than fantast...
Its been so long ago that I can't remember how soon after we were married that the fantasy of sharing my wife Betty with other men became a constant in my head. Each time we had sex and she assumed her favorite position of straddling and riding me I found it impossible to ignore the vision of my 5' 2" wife doing the same with another man, her 34B tits swayin...
"Hail Valentina, Maiden Goddess of War!" What? I'm a goddess now? Me, the daughter of a common street whore in some no name village where the gods never deigned it smile at once? I guess with military victories come fancy titles. "Valentina, Maiden Goddess of War" is certainly far better than my old full name, "Valentina Whoraughter". The biggest shock for...
Author's Note: My last story was written just for fun, and was entirely fictional. Now it's back to reality, and my reality has changed a lot. My husband is now aware of my "indiscretions," and has taken an active role in my handling, along with his father, who was a former lover. Thinking back over the last couple of years or so, I'm reminded of how this al...
The first time Madeleine and I looked at each other's eyes was in the hotel breakfast restaurant in a small Scandinavian town. She gave me a sweet smile, which I remembered the whole day. There was dance in the hotel bar in the evening and I got a happy feeling when I found her there. During our first and only dance I offered her a drink, which she accepted....
Please vote. Please give me the support of your vote. Please vote. * The modern day adventures of angry women. Woman #1 Better to be a slut, even a whore, it doesn't pay to be a good girl and moral woman. Donna is a 21-year-old, third year college student studying psychology at Boston University. She wants to continue her education, earn her master's de...