How did we venture down the road of Hotwifing? It's not something that I ever thought of doing in real life. My name is David Cohen and growing up, I always had a thing for porn. At first, it was just the typical desires of a young boy wanting to see a girl naked. It progressed to watching her getting fucked. I always thought that I was a visual type of pers...
One can feel the energy in the air. The crowd—filled so with anticipation and excitement of what is to come. Every year they all gather; several thousand from our village and beyond. Holding coins in their hands, they await the 108th striking of the gong, the signal that the impurities of the old year have washed away and the New Year has begun. Each p...
"Well hello, Jared," Melissa Koenig, matriarch of the Gaian Farm and Industries commune opened the door of her apartment with a slight leer at her junior husband, "are you ready to go back to being my girlfriend?" Jared inhaled deeply and let it out. "M—Melissa, I've missed our Monday dates. I want you." "And do you want to be inside me or do you want me i...
This story is based on the song of the same name by Cypress Hill. It's my interpretation of the song's meaning. I took poetic licence with the ending and used another of their songs, One Last Cigarette as an ending. There is no sex in this story but it's not for younger eyes due to the type of story it is. Inspiration for the story was very much in the vein...
Chapter 3: Amber Joins Us This story is an adaptation of the first sexual roleplaying thread I ever started. It is told from several viewpoints, Violet who is the main female figure, Amber who changes from visitor to resident, and several male visitor's. It is broken into several episodes for easier reading. Visitor 2's eyes: I look up as I move my tongue...
"Well," you say, gently tugging on the sleeve of Stacy's top. "It looks like we're both feeling floral today, so how about the gardens? I hear they opened a new area this year, and I've been meaning to check it out." "Perfect!" Stacy gushes. "Oh, I love the gardens. Let's get going!" You smile silently as she dances on ahead of you towards the carpark, fee...
Author's note: I wrote this in a kind of high style, a bit different from my first few stories. If it seems a bit too mythical, or over the top, or out of character, or whatever, it's because I believe that characters like Morgaine Le Fay deserve a little more respect. After all, they've been around for hundreds of years. Hope you enjoy it. * She stands, a...
I disliked Rob the day he moved into next door although I couldn't put my finger on why. Maybe it was the way he cockily strutted around the neighbour as if he owned the entire street. Maybe it was the fact he towered almost a foot over me and had hard muscles in places I didn't even know could HAVE muscles. Or maybe it was the way my wife looked at him when...
"Hello, Miss Ana? This is Henry Williamson. Your father gave me your number. I'd like to get in touch with you soon. Thanks." What an unexpected text message! And why in the world was her father giving out her phone number like that?! Ana groaned and gave the man a call. It turned out that the madman wanted her to join the motherfucking Fair Orchard Coun...
In the manner of Gregory Maguire, who provided us with a version of the childhood standard The Wizard of Oz through the eyes of the "wicked" witch, I have re-written my favorite BDSM story, Both Master and Slave, written by Martin Sharpe (published in 2001 by Silver Moon Books in Great Britain), from the point of view of the submissive, rather than the Maste...