It didn't make much sense to me, what the old Gypsy woman had said. I went to her because I heard she knew about weird things, magic and stuff so to speak. I thought that maybe she might be able to explain what this ring was or how it was even possible. You see a man came up to me a few nights ago, said his name was Gabe. He reached into his long black trenc...
Maria sat at the bar across from the restaurant where she was to meet her friend, Cade. She wasn't to meet him for another hour, but her boss had told her that she could leave early. Since her place was on the opposite side of town she had decided to get a drink while she waited instead of hailing a taxi. Since her roommate, Rina, had cancelled on them a few...
This is a fictionalised account of events that actually took place. There are Indian men who think of their women as husband-worshipping zombies. Indian women are undoubtedly devoted wives but they are also a vibrant lot with wild and varied emotions sloshing within them. It is up to the men to make the best of a good bargain. "I suspect I am a troilist," s...
I was a student visiting Munich, spending the morning at the art museum to get out of the blistering heat. I was wearing my jeans and red blouse with the buttons down the front; not the best attire for the hot weather but all my shorts and t-shirts were being dry cleaned. The heat just hit me as I stepped outside. Within a few minutes I felt sweaty and unc...
Chapter Thirteen - The Gamble The following chapter has been edited by Woodsman's game. Thank you, game. "Mistress Layla and her guests will be playing cards this evening. You'll be required to keep them company," Rose explained to Elise as they entered the sitting room. "And what a delightful little piece of company she is," a masculine voice from behin...
Despite your reputed distaste for black men, the agency needs you to utilize your skills. The mission is simple. Fly down to Jamaica and infiltrate an infamous white slavery ring. Be careful though. The island is crawling with spies and men who prey on vulnerable foreign women. On this mission, you are to color your hair red, and assume the name of Charlotte...
You're hopelessly under her spell, captivated by her beauty, your little cocks been taken over. With no mind of your own you long to be put in her knickers and be her girl. Beg dog beg! She's got you by a psychological lead attached to your balls and is leading you to whatever and wherever she desires. 'Please, please!' you plead. 'Emasculate me.' Sound fa...
Author's note: This is an edited version. Hopefully I have fixed and clarified the confusion created by the name mix-ups I had in the original version. This version is clearer and should offer a better reading experience. Thanks for the input. *********************************** "Whoa! Sorry!" I cried, embarrassed as I walked in to the bathroom. I had for...
Note from author- I had some difficulty in choosing a category for this story. Loving Wives is a misnomer and should be titled 'cheating wives.' There is a need for a cheat, or cheating partners category as well as a cuckold sub category I think. Also office sex and outdoor sex. But that's just me. So I emphasised the voyeuristic angle to place it here. xx...
Liz & Tammy were laughing raucously in the back of the cab as they headed to Tammy's apartment. They had been out with two other girlfriend's celebrating Liz's 35th birthday. They had downed plenty of booze in the first bar & then got wild in the second club hollering at male strippers. It was after midnight now as Tammy made a quick phone call. Liz laid he...