Author' Note : This story is a product of imagination. Resemblance of any character herein with any person dead or alive is entirely coincidental and unintentional. I have used certain words from Gujarati to add flavor to the story. They are: Lund: Erect penis Bhos: Vulva, pussy. Chut: Vagina Choli: Skimpy tight fitting blouse Odhani: Half sari, going h...
A loving couple copes with his diabetes Greetings all; in my stories my characters exist in my head, but there might be real life inspirations for some of them. Who knows? My latest offering is a romantic story involving a typical middle class couple. In it I try to show how diabetes, cuckolding, and voyeurism can enhance a happy marriage between two peop...
This is Part One of a three-part story. They had already begun the slow descent. Both of them worked a lot of hours and were rarely home. When they did see each other, the smiles were fewer and farther between, and when they were shared, didn't last as long. But it was more than that. She just didn't seem to appreciate him anymore, and at times, he had to a...
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 is a shorter story than what I usually write and it wasn't initially intended for this site, but written in order to satisfy my husband's curiosity about what goes on when the men are at work and the kids are in school... **************** Alan pulled up outside his house and was surprised to see three people carriers that he didn't recognise parked ou...
I had no idea until recently that Bill and I are both submissives. Our marriage has been very strong and we love each other very much. Like most marriages, I suppose, it started with almost insatiable sex and after awhile it became simply great sex. Slowly, during the next few years, as our sex life lessened in intensity, it became somewhat predictable. Unti...
"Tell me what happened at the party". You are relucant at first, not wishing to reveal thoughts you kept to yourself; not willing to admit you had such thoughts, but your Master knew better. Wasn't it through His Will you went to the party in the first place? How could you fail then, to do His bidding, to share with him your innermost feelings; to let him g...
Sequel to Futacat, with a POV shift. * It took weeks of trial and effort before I was able to take Katie's extraordinarily thick cock into my mouth with confidence. She may not have been as long as me, but it was still a good, above-average length, and she was determined to get it all the way in, even into my throat. I wanted it too. I'd had no experience...
I pulled into the driveway at about half past ten on Friday night. Before I got my key out the door opened. Angela stood there with a beaming smile on her face. I couldn't figure it out, normally she is as mad as hell if I get caught for a working dinner without warning, especially on a Friday night. She welcomed me with a kiss, pressed a glass of Southern C...
We all go through moments of great duress, and when those portentous moments arrive we'd like to think that we'd handle ourselves with calm, poise, aplomb. There have been trying times in my life when I've been cool as the proverbial cucumber, and I'd like to think that more often than not, when the chips are on the line, I can take whatever life dishes out....