So, few notes and warnings, this story started as just my amateurish attempt to write something here, I used to dabble in the dark arts of writing short stories and this is just a continuation or build up from that. Thing is, the more time I put into this story the more it seems to get serious. So be warned, this is not a story for everybody, there are a lot...
She's sat opposite him with her chair pushed out so he can see her whole body. She crosses her leg, he can see the underneath of her thighs, her perfectly tanned legs without a blemish. He shifts uncomfortably in his chair, her eyes move, quickly glancing at him and then going back to the book she is reading. He involuntarily reaches for the glass of soda in...
Marianne sat at her computer. It was already 10pm and she should have been home hours ago. Her elbows rested on her desk as she supported her tired eyes. She rested her head hands in front of the numbers which scrolled continuously on the screen in front of her. Droplets of tears formed in the corners of her eyes through a mixture of tiredness and sadness. S...
He had flown into town for business. He was late getting in. His rental car had been given away. He summoned a car and the driver groaned about taking him all the way to Berkeley. At least there wasn't traffic that late at night. She was visiting her son at school. He was a sophomore. They had gotten a nice dinner and then he had sent her back to the hotel....
I moved out from under my parents roof and into the inner city of Boston where I was a student at the University of Boston. It was still early in the semester of my first year of college so I did not know many people, but I have made a few friends around the campus. It was a thursday night and one of the first major college parties of the school year. I h...
My name's Elissa Antonella Cavendish; 22, realtor, and had recently moved to Atlanta by way of a job transfer. My exploration into the Asian persuasion began as an act of revenge and it all started when I was in New York City. A year and a half ago, I was a WAG (wife and girlfriend of a professional athlete) when I dated a now-former pro basketball player....
Rain pounded on the roof of the bar as I peered out of the glass windows, thinking of him. I had amazing, passionate sex with my professor on Friday and I am still in disbelief that a fascinating man would want me as his sex toy. It was a slow Sunday evening and my tips surely proved it. The semester had just kicked off at University of Tennessee and student...
"Dammit, Dalton, you're into some seriously twisted shit," Marjorie Etienne said, and the tall, curvy, dark-skinned young Haitian-Canadian woman looked at the man standing in front of her. Dalton Etienne liked to walk around the City of Ottawa, Ontario, like he owned the damn place. Six feet three inches tall, burly and chocolate-skinned, with a slick goatee...
Eric was feeling down. Here he was, 23 years old, with a good job in computer repair, and a pleasant house that he was renting, but life had gone wrong. Amy, his longtime girlfriend who had been living with him had left. She said it was because her employer had transferred her to an office in a distant city. Eric suspected that she had requested, or at least...
Dear Reader: Some people are not comfortable with their own sexuality and they object to cuckold stories and wife sharing. That is okay - To those people I would suggest not to read this story or to leave negative comments. To all the many others, and especially my thousands of readers and fans please read on- and enjoy. If you like this story, do not forget...