One Night in Canby Canby, Oregon June 3rd Something wet dripped onto my forehead. I slapped at it sleepily, kept my eyes closed and dug deeper into the blankets. Dripping again. Forehead, then cheek. I shuffled out of the way and it turned into a stream. Cracking my eyes open I saw my eighteen-year-old son standing by the side of my bed, dick in his hand,...
You're going to quit smoking and I'm going to make you... Mmmmm where to start... Well, I think we start off the whole agreement with a real good dirty fucking... Then, they say that it takes 7 weeks to change the habit, so... I think a daily blow job is in order, to get you through the first week.. At the end of the first week, you deserve a bigger rewa...
From the emails I received from my first story there were several things evident. First, there are lots of horny guys out there more than ready to cheat on their wives. Second many of you want to know if the first story was true or fantasy. It was a true story. The woman named Margo is now a very good friend of mine. We met during her single time after the s...
You've heard the old saying "You only get one chance to make a first impression." Let's face it - your story represents you. Do you want the impression you give to be one of an incredibly sexy individual who knows what to say and when to say it or could your word choice be giving the impression that you spend too much time in the gynecologist's office? Word...
Last night I had this crazy dream that I was in prison and you were there. It was actually you and me and everyone we ever met. We were all in prison together. The prison wasn't like a normal prison. It was more like a giant kindergarten. Every other wall in the common areas were painted a vibrant indigo or Halloween orange. Cells were a solid robin's egg...
"You're a whore and fucking slut!" My husband shouted repeatedly. And he was right. I'm a cock slut whore but not by choice. In fact, my husband and the other cocks in my life are responsible for everything I am today. Starting with Billy Coon. If my Mike knew my first cock was a Niger the prejudice fuck would disown me. Billy had an older brother Calvin and...
Walking to the bar, I knew what I had to do, but I also knew that my resolve was weak. It had been nearly six months since I had met the woman who would become my mistress in a bar in Wrigleyville. I had known the bartender there for years and she introduced me to Samantha at my request, after warning me that it was a bad idea. I had been looking for a lit...
Story continued due to the encouragement I have been receiving over several years. I would encouraged fellow readers to try alternative, parallel development of this story on their own if the beauty and beast subject excites them. The story contains strong cuckoldry theme; please stop if this offends you. Her acceptance to Kishanchanji's conditions brok...
Chapter Ten: My First Saturday and Sunday as They are Special Days For Us. "Wake up girls." as sissy Traci calls out to us. We all rise from our sleep and another day in our sissy maids, sissy sluts lives begins. Just like in the previous days starts we spend our time with a morning enema, shower, shave and makeup. We get dressed but not in any maids out...
A story is meant to be a partnership of shared understanding and appreciation between the author and reader, not an author's "just try to understand what I've written" game (well, for most of us). The dictionary is an aid to writers (and readers) in making this happen, and there is a way to "read" the dictionary to take much of the burden of "what is right a...