Wendy Haven-Billings here. I'm a five-foot-eight, curvy and sexy, big-bottomed and gorgeously dark-skinned sister living in the City of Toronto, Ontario. My folks Luther and Marianne Haven hail from the island of Jamaica but I was born and raised in Mississauga. Got one hell of a story to share with you today. I am a Cuckoldress. Cuckolding does occur in the...
An Essay - and no explicit sex in this short piece! * I am currently a tad addicted to Literotica - and no, it's not for the porn - explicit hardcore sex depictions - per se. It's for the emotional angst feelings generated in me in just one subsection of genre at Literotica. The broader genre is "loving wives" - the much narrower subset is the cheating wi...
***** Copyright © 2020 - This is an original work by Kalimaxos and is protected under copyright by U.S. copyright law. It is only submitted at Literotica.Com and any submission to any other site has not been authorized by the Author. This is revised Part 05 of this story. In the original version, I came up with a happy ending to end the series. It has neve...
Chapter Four With the ceremony over, Lizzie and I headed out as soon as practical off the Order's property and began exploring the main campus a bit more, especially since I still had classes to attend (unlike her, though few knew it yet). I got a few bizarre looks for my priestly garb, as well as for the handcuffs and being bound to Lizzie in such a manner...
I have written stories in a variety of categories, and they have received some criticism, some praise, and some no responses. However, I have been amazed at some of the responses to my stories about cuckolds. Even an essay about cuckolds with no plot and no characters got vicious attacks. The responses have been violent, angry, - raw, primitive, emotional an...
We were high school sweethearts and as everyone did in those days, we got married as soon as she graduated. It was a big wedding, she was happy, and if she was happy, I was happy. I remember my father trying to tell me I was too young to get married and me telling him I had seen enough of the world and I was ready to settle down. If you can imagine an eighte...
I was crying myself to sleep as my husband Chuck snored loudly beside me. For what seemed the thousandth time I had gone over the same ugly story that began when I got married six months ago. I always ended up with the same conclusion. Actually not a conclusion but a question: Was my husband gay? I had met Chuck in college where we began dating in our senio...
This story is chapter 8 of a series featuring hard core interracial cuckoldry as a central theme. It is not meant for every reader. If this theme offends you, or you don't happen to like it I don't give a damn. Move on. If this theme is of interest to you, please feel free to read on. * I finally dozed off around 4 in the morning. The sounds of their lovem...
There's a special quality about late nights in an airport bar, drinking and shooting the shit with folks you are NEVER going to see again. I heard somebody telling this story while I was drinking away a layover at Dallas-Fort Worth. By the time I thought to turn around and see who was telling the tale, the storyteller was gone. It's probably just a drunkard'...
Miguel threw Father's question back at him, "Why? I'm sure Jean told you her reasons." Father insisted Miguel answer the question, "I'm not asking her. I'm asking you." Miguel took in a deep breath then exhaled slowly, "Well, Father it's because of her faith. She believes conception should occur at the moment of coital orgasm. She could get pregnant from m...