Note - This story is an Indianization of a story I read several years ago. I have changed the basic details and altered the plot slightly. The characters used in this story are Yashodhara and Ajit from my story series Indian Wife's Descent and the events here happen a couple of years after it. It is not necessary to read that series to follow this one, but i...
To the reader: Some readers have been shocked by the extreme nature of this story. So here's fair warning: If you are the type who is turned off by fiction dealing with domination, submission, cruelty or the general exploration of sexual practices beyond society's norms, please don't read this story. All others, please enjoy. Day Thirteen – Reparations The...
Albert felt his body begin to relax as he rested his head on his wife's shoulders. He could feel his cock just beginning to shrink within the damp warmth of her. They had made love much like they did most every Saturday evening, however tonight it had been much quicker, with Albert moving over her with an ardent urgency neither had experienced before. Pushi...
(DISCLAIMER: If you're not a fan of interracial sissy cuckolding, go no further. Don't bother with the righteous indignation or the crude comments. Celebrate why you're here in the first place and move on.) "He said he wants me off the pill, he's going to breed me Tony!" "What!" I said. "Jenna, he can't do that.... You can't do that. You're my wife." I w...
A lot of women would have been disturbed, or angry, after their boyfriend or husband revealed to them that he swings both ways. Shawna Gibbs-Jones, the daughter of stoic farmers from Grand Island, Nebraska, is the exception to that rule. She'd always been a rebel, and a highly experimental young woman, the type to take things as they come and roll with the p...
A.N.: Graphic Depictions Of Violence. Non-Erotic (pretty much). Wishing you all a very happy new year! ***** Uhemer Grayleaf Palace When the door was knocked, Moriana was writing notes from three open books in front of her. The moonlight was floating through the window to room. Ever since she left the queen, she had filled up the room with all the books...
Lady Mudford had welcomed home her husband from his long absence in Africa as any dutiful wife would. Never mind that his potbelly was grosser than ever. The year's added age had also served to prolong his pounding her away in bed. But eventually he did manage to implant his seed yet one more time. That was as much a duty for him as it was for her. "Sorry,...
NB: I want to thank all the Literotica authors whose work inspired me to write this story. Thanks for the ideas everyone! Special shout-outs to the imaginations of mchucha for "Chloe's Internship" and Big_Kahuna_69 for "The Peripheral Cocksucker." I welcome comments and advice from anyone. PS: The development of sexual tension and realistic characters occ...
Chapter 1 Chris's first thought as he stood in the middle of her living room was that he could love to live like this. It was simple. At six foot three, and two hundred pounds, Christopher Sparks was nothing but simple. He worked a simple job. He ate simple TV dinners every night by himself, and he wore simple clothes. He was the average, simple, American...
*The fictional story of an everyday mature white woman who wants to feel really sexually alive for the first time before it gets too late as told by the one who she eventually turns to for help. Her first and most likely last Lover. A Black Man. CHAPTER THREE - COME CUM NOW, LADY Everything you may have read about Linda till now is what I learned from her...