Mrs. Jackson stood in her bathroom as she glanced over at the clock. She frantically tried to get ready for her yoga class. The hot wife assumed that it would be at least an hour before her husband came home as Fred had left early in the morning to pick up Phil Dorman from the Missouri State Correctional Center. As Phil had demanded, she had testified at his...
My first dream about my wife took place shortly after we married. However its genesis was an event just shortly before our wedding. At that time, I had heard of cuckolding, but always thought that the result would be an angry husband shooting lead from a gun and not an excited husband shooting semen from his cock. I just could not imagine that the thought of...
Chapter 5: Sherry Fulfills a Fantasy Our sex life was definitely better since we "joined" the club, even though I felt like we were losing control of our lives. The problem was, I couldn't see a way out that didn't involve catastrophic consequences for our family, so we would have to remain Alex's playthings for now. On Tuesday I was at my desk finishing u...
Chapter 24 Katie's Submission Phil Dorman sat on the couch in his living room, watching his favorite Saturday Morning Talk Show. The obese man was chewing on a cheese burrito, the hot sauce running all over his pudgy hands and dripping onto his stained shirt as he stared at the TV screen in front of him. The sound was muted. Dorman didn't really care too...
This story is the property of the writer Kalimaxos. Be advised, this is a story about a cuckold couple told from the point of view of their bull. As some of you know of my stories, it is not conventional to the genre. I push boundaries and question everything and everyone. All my characters are flawed and have to deal with their own failings. Some rise a...
She knew she could take no more. She would die here, hanging by her ankles with a room full of men watching, lusting for her death. She closed her eyes and waited for the whipping to come. After a minute or two during which she was left alone, hands took firm hold of her shoulders and supported her as she felt herself being lowered. Her thumbs were released...
CHAPTER 1: The Beginning of the End Ashley Ellex jogs down the cobbled path of the Luminare Park in Downtown Los Angeles as the summer sun begins to set. She passes trees and families walking their dogs as the men stare at her with pure thirst for her attention. She ignores them as they all watch her large double E breast bouncing up and down. Her long bea...
Dusk approached as our driving holiday around the Southwest was coming to an end as we pulled into the small gas station/diner. I felt more relaxed than I had in a long time and would be sorry to return to the pace of the big city. 'Fill 'er up' I said to the young black attendant in the scruffy, stained overalls. 'Let's get a bite to eat.' My wife, Carri...
Sometimes I think how weird it is that I'm sitting at a coffee shop planning alien sex. But then I think... "Yeah, but someone has got to do it! Alien sex won't write itself!" Anyway, I hope you grow to like Sloan as much as Murry! Be well, ~M.~ from C.M. Moore *** *Chapter 2* Job number one. Sloan reached the coffee shop and parked his bike. As he...
(This is a re-worked version of an earlier story, The Girl with the Limp) I undress, shower, dry myself, pull on a g-string, wrap myself in a white coat, go to the window, push it open and gaze down at the market place. The early morning air carries the faint odor of rotting garbage and benzene. Tuk-tuks and a multi-coloured jeepney bus wait for custom. Som...