My wife, Janice, and I had a deal. On alternate months we would each have a "turn" to play out a sexual situation of our choosing. The only restriction was that we both had to be involved. The first two chapters describe what happened during Janice's "turn". Now it was my "turn". All week I thought about what kind of sexual adventure I wanted for the com...
Let me stress first that I do not recommend the method my wife and I used to patch up our marriage. But I do have to say it worked for us. If my wife's friend Elaine hadn't used her bottomless well of sexuality - not to mention her tight, horny little body - to bring us back together, Debra and I would have more than likely gone through with a divorce neit...
Please note that this and my following works are mainly fantasy and should not be read by those not into heavy BDSM. This is the first of several "slave william" adventures. Some scenes are close to reality that I have experienced and all are others are ones that I would like to experience first hand. ***** The Island Chapter 1 Arrival As Ashley and I...
Note: This story is the fifty-ninth installment in a series entitled "Sandra and Stevie". If you have not read the previous fifty-eight episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter. This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I str...
For Emily's birthday this year, Jacob decided to surprise her with a cruise. They had never been on one together and it was something Emily had been wanting to do since they got married two years ago. They were both young, Jacob 25, and Emily just turning 22. She was in her last year of school and he had graduated with a business degree three years ago. Curr...
Middle age doesn't feel like the middle anymore, not like it was portrayed in black and white movies, when forty-five year old men were bespectacled, with gray mustaches, mostly bald heads, a pipe in their mouth, and a newspaper in their hands. There was usually a dark leather chair involved, in a wood-paneled 'den.' Forty-five was old. These days, thank Go...
The bar was dimly lit and the drunks on the stools were too. They all sat apart and didn't speak to one another. Eddie Echers stared at the TV screens that piped in the off-hours extreme sports shows. Another TV in one corner was tuned to CNN and President Reagan was speaking to a bunch of microphones jammed into his face. He took a long pull off of his Hein...
I was reading a review in which a Literotica author wondered why her cuckolding stories so often produced enraged comments, a question I too have often had about such stories. I mean why read what you don't like, it's not like authors don't often warn reader with their story titles or a preface paragraph. Why read, presumably jerk off, and then attack the au...
She was sitting at the bar, dressed like a nun compared to the majority of the other women around. It was Vegas, baby, and the outfits ranged from the slutty to the half-naked. The woman I was interested in, and maybe it was the outfit that did it, was all business. Charcoal black suit, white blouse open at the throat, blazer draped over the back of her stoo...
The bar at the Hyatt in LA was about half full, mostly businessmen with a few couples scattered around. I found myself a seat at the bar and started looking over the crowd. Look like it was going to be a tough place to meet a babe in, probably would have to go out somewhere else later. I'm married but that hasn't been going to smooth lately so thought the tr...