I never know where to post these stories. Mine usually fit in three or four subject matters. I want to thank my editors, 'LadyCibelle' and 'Techsan' for their making my stories easier to read. * I was sitting at one of my old watering holes, drinking with a few friends talking about our lives. I was having ginger ale, while my buddies drank beer. I had a k...
I had always been turned on at the idea of fucking a hooker. I don't know why. I guess I'm just attracted to the fantasy, like many other men probably are; otherwise such a business wouldn't exist. There's something to the thought of calling a woman over just for lust and then doing whatever you want with her. Sure, that may sound degrading, but I'm not a d...
Author’s acknowledgement and a short note… a plea, actually: First and foremost, I want to thank the Lit members who cast their votes and made Chapter 2 of Bigger Bites of Taboo Apples the Interracial Story of the Year. This is an honor I never expected to come my way when I first began posting my humble offerings. Even more, I want to personally thank al...
Thanks to Jenlitgirl for editing assistance with this story. I was sitting at my desk working on a problem when I received a phone call from the department secretary. I was told to come to conference room C on the double. I closed out my work computer and went down the hall wondering what was up. When I walked into the conference room I saw 3 people. I o...
Bob and Angie were married on a sunny day in October. Bob was in his mid-twenties, working in construction as a project manager after gaining his civil engineering degree on the coast. He was with a small company designing and building bridges, road work, and other smaller civil jobs. He was medium height, and with him working outdoors supervising jobs, he...
I was waiting in the Hilton restaurant for Christine, my date for the day, to arrive. She'd agreed to pay me my usual escort fee - 150 dollars per hour. I was at her disposal for that fee; we could just talk or go up to a room and have sex. From our phone conversation, I expected her choice to be sex. When I started in the escort racket as a student over fo...
This story and the chapters to follow are fiction. It's a story of a man who became a bull in the cuckold scene of the early eighties in New York. This is his road to that place in his life. ***** New York 1981 I had been working as a hired male escort for wealthy New Yorkers for close to three months when I met Melanie Price. She was forty-four when...
After class on Wednesday Linda finally decided to go to the Bible study as suggested by the Father. She picked out a long grey skirt and a white knit top. She wore her gold cross but skipped most of the make up and settled just for some light red lipstick. She remembered the modest part of her promises. Picking up her Bible she walked towards the church. In...
The work is copyrighted to the author © 2018. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to the story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. *** Dear Reader: Some people are not comfortable with their own sexuality and they object to lady-boy, cuckold and bi-sexual stories. That is okay - to those people I would sugges...
Paula and I had been married for several years now. Paula is a very beautiful brunette (Bust 34C Waist 24 Hips 34,5 ft 7 in). She had received a strong catholic upbringing. Sex had never been her strong point for her or a central part of our marriage. At first I did nothing, then I started to buy her naughty underwear and rent porno films to watch together...