Unlike my "sisters", in this occupation, I am not strung out on drugs. I have been doing what I have to, to survive. Three years ago I was in a car accident. It left me emotionally scarred. Those scars are still with me. My name is June, and life had been hard through most of jr. high school and high school. My dad, a farmer, had died when I was eleven. My...
This story is fiction based loosely on people, places and events mostly from my life. I strongly suggest that you read the previous chapters before you read this one. I love feedback, comments, criticism and ideas for future chapters, but I'm not hearing from anyone. I'm beginning to believe no one, or very few of you, are reading my story so I my have to s...
Beginnings – The Middle Author's Note: My Owner wishes to inform you that he is not a cuckold. He shares me with others because that is his right. I am his property. And if his friends need a cunt to bed, he will loan me to them. Much the same as if they need a shovel, he will loan that to them. So if you are looking for a cuckold story, you need to look...
I returned home after dark that night. My day had been busy with purchases I had never made before. I bought Cay one week's worth of uniforms for school as well as a couple of packs of white underwear to change into, since I had already ruined the only pair she had on. Part of me liked the idea of her dirty garments still around her waist, dried with layers...
Heather was sat in her picture window looking out into a starlit sky; it was 9:00 at night, and it was dark in her sitting room. She had turned off the lights, it was a beautiful night watched by an equally beautiful woman. Her soft angelic hazel eyes were filled with tears of sadness, what was she going to do now? This very day had been the day of her husb...
This story is protected by copyright, by Peter, the author, and cannot be reposted or used for any purpose without his prior consent. But please email the author at the link below to request such consent. I've posted this final part in BDSM based on much feedback from readers. I agree it doesn't really fit in 'Loving Wives', but don't fully think BDSM is q...
Again Thanks to Bron Zeage got Editing this Merci monsieur Fran. * Descent into Adultery and S/M Final Regis finally smells a rat. For the rest of the week, I tried to come to grips with my feelings. I did not understand at all what had got into me. Not only had I cheated with Marcel multiple times, I submitted to punishment and a gang bang to please...
With trembling hands, Audrey opened the letter from the tribunal she had just found in her mailbox. "What more could they possibly want from me?" she thought. Standing on the moist lawn in front of her house, wearing only her nightgown, she unfolded the letter, and read the main text in the light of the breaking day : "When you were condemned to have the mi...
If this was a dream, I didn't want it to end. There just inside the open doorway stood my wife of twenty-two years, wearing only a black lace bustier, crotchless black panties, and black mesh stockings finishing in black 'fuck-me' high heels. Next to her stood her friend from work, Kiesha, who if anything looked even better. A tall, light-skinned African-Ame...
It was the perfect day. You were miserable. And I'd been waiting for a while for a day like this. I had called you at work just before lunch and you told me all the things that had gone wrong so far for the day. Your boss was being a jerk. The other girls in the office were being catty, your feet hurt from being on them all day so far, and a hundred other l...