In the previous story, Uncle George, the Stud, I told of spending time with my favorite uncle and with the help of a bottle of bourbon to aid the conversation hear of his various exploits while on spring break on Jekyll Island, Georgia. Where that story left off was upon his graduation from Dartmouth and subsequent commissioning in the Navy. I had the good f...
Introduction ============ I'm Ryan, an amateur, almost-gourmet chef. No proper training -- I'm self-taught, but I love to cook for my friends. My favorite meals are those that are unusual. It excites me to prepare a unique dish for guests. I know they've never eaten anything like this before. This is the story of a very exciting dish that I prepared for my...
After I went through union with Johanna I put on the clothes that Lora had brought me. I have never worn such nice clothes. I think I'm going to like living here in the queen's private residence. It sure beats living in that dirty dark prison cell. I spent the night reading, studying chess moves and gazing at the painting of the nude female -- she's beautif...
Copyright 1999 - 2010 Revised 2010 I love reading and writing dialogue, from Jack London and Ernest Hemmingway, to William Faulkner, Elmore Leonard and Eudora Welty. To me, dialogue places one IN the scene. Often times, when dialogue is extremely well written, I can HEAR the characters talking to me. And so, I've tried to emulate these writers by attemptin...
Note: This story is the tenth episode in a series entitled "The Party". If you have not read the previous nine episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter. This is a dominant hot wife humiliates her submissive cuckold husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories I strongly sugg...
"Oh, oh, oh, OHHH!" She screamed, running her fingers along her swollen pussy lips as the last of the orgasm washed over her. There was nothing better than a good fuck; it was a shame the only thing fucking her lately was her ridiculously large dildo and her fingers. James, now there was a man who could fuck. But of course his nine-inch dick went looking fo...
"So, how many days has it been, now?" I brushed away a fine hair that had been tickling my nose and thought for a moment. "Fifty three days so far," I answered. She had one leg over my shoulder, and I planted several small kisses along her warm thigh, my other hand idly caressing her belly and waist. I felt her hesitation. "I, uh, have some bad news," she...
Long-awaited continuation of this series, back by popular demand. I truly appreciate all of your kind comments as well as your patience. Thanks for the motivation, Decadentdessert! ************************* John contemplated for a moment before shackling the twenty-two-year old to the bedpost at the bottom of the bed. "To the north," John mumbled, almost...
Divya Prasad was a feared woman in the office. Strict, dominant, and not at all afraid to call you out if you screwed up. Her harsh nature was matched only by her beauty. Jet black hair with a light streak or two of gray, dark brown eyes, and a tall, womanly figure that she would often use for intimidation. Firm B-cup breasts, and a surprisingly ample butt f...
Here I was at 26. Bored, broke and worst of all single. I lived alone in a one bed room apartment downtown, the one thing I did have going for me and spent my nights working a dreadful factory gig manufacturing pickled foods. Pigs feet, pig lips, pigs ears, eggs, sausages, you name it. If it could be soaked in salt and vinegar I was stuck there mass producin...