This is just a quick little ditty that I thought someone might get a kick out of... not to be taken too seriously. ***** Sweetest Princess Juniper, You have stolen my heart, my sweet cherry pie. I love you more than anything in this world. I would give you the stars in the sky. You will taste so good when we finally are together. Love always, Periwinkle...
My Secret Life PREFACE I began these memoirs when about twenty-five years old, having from youth kept a diary of some sort, which perhaps from habit made me think of recording my inner and secret life. When I began it, had scarcely read a bawdy book, none of which, excepting Fanny Hill, appeared to me to be truthful: that did, and it does so still; the ot...
Córdoba, Argentina You know, one of these days we're going to get a vacation," Sam says as she and Spencer step out of the old jeep. "I don't think vacation is in our vocabulary," Spencer responds glaring back to her. "Besides we're here in beautiful Argentina, what more could you ask for?" "Mosquito spray," she says slapping at her arm. "They are better...
WARNING! This fictional story isn't for everyone. It involves cuckolds, male feminization, submission, interracial sex and breeding. If you're not interested, go find another story. * I am a white fifty something year old married cuckold and a proud member of the W.B.A. My wife is twenty years younger than I and we have four children (with one on the way),...
Chapter Twenty-Nine -- The Scribe After delivering the sedative that would allow Oana to separate her soul from her body, Danka returned to the safe-house, changed into a workers' outfit, and left Novo Sókukt Tók. She returned to the farmhouse, packed her bucket, and went to sleep. She'd have to wait for Ernockt to return from work before departing. He had...
In John Norman's series of novels about Gor, you learn about a counter-Earth where men reign supreme and women are, for the most part, slaves. While free women can be found, they run the constant risk of getting a collar. In fact, the majority of women who enter the series as free women end up collared and find it is their true nature to be a slave. It helps...
When good men do nothing, is that evil enough? Fore warned is fore armed; In the history of recorded time regarding humans, We learn that only the few have ever rushed into danger to address true evil. And as the brave few will always shy away form the public lime light and notoriety, it is important to always remember they are always there in times of...
This short submission will dispel two myths and also recount a rather strange relationship my wife had with a good friend. As a reminder, these stories are all true accounts that are dredged from my rather photographic memory banks. They play back like so many video tapes and I attempt to capture them in print. I also would like the reader to realize that th...
I remember the day that my wife left as if it were yesterday. It was raining hard outside, and I found myself staring out through the lounge widow, listening to the drops hit the pane as Ann busied herself in the bedroom packing her clothes. I can recall the sound of passing cars on the wet tarmac as they hissed by our home, the home that we had shared since...
Dear Lovelorn, One of the most important lessons, I believe, you learn when you have been hurt and betrayed, is forgiveness. It may seem overly simplistic, but many times the real message is the simplest one. We - men and women, create complexity to hide the fact that we want to do - what we want to do. When my head is clear, and my mind is not cluttered by...