"Off you go." Vicky ordered as she gently pushed me off her lap. I slid to the floor landing softly on my well padded rump. My legs were still widely spread straddling both her legs. My balls rested on her boots. "Time for a fashion show." Vicky said as she clapped her hands together smiling brightly down at me. "Stand up." She ordered as she reached into o...
Be forewarned: First, this is not a BTB story. Second, there's no revenge. Revenge is a troubling word isn't it. A spouse cheats. They get caught. A marriage and a happy home is destroyed. Can anyone ever really 'get even'? If you think so then stop reading now, because no one 'wins' no one 'gets even' here. Third, can a man lose his happiness, feel sad,...
Author's note: I receive many requests via e-mail from readers asking that I write about different topics. Many of them supply a theme or at the minimum a suggestion for the story line. I have decided to honor those requests under the title, "Honoring Reader Requests," rather than have the reader have to search for his of her story favorite. Each chapter wil...
A Brief Introduction Hi! This is another try at the Loving Wives genre. I got pilloried on the first one for being too wimpy and too something I never quite figured out. Except for a few extremists I got castigated for being too brutally savage on number two. The third one got me some really helpful comments. Frankly, I thoroughly enjoyed writing story th...
This is Part 2 of the Memorial Day Bash, with slaves and their clients playing with erotic dice. Every kind of sex you can think of occurs as a result. It also contains an incidence of punishment by spanking. As with all other parts of this story, STD's are not an issue. A Taste of Slavery, Ch 17 - Memorial Day Bash, Pt 2 SCOTT Watching my slave as she...
Half an hour later, the party had started dispersing and the guests started to leave. Mayank told Divya the rehearsed lie about having to go to the lawyer's office in Dallas. Divya didn't say anything to Mayank but in her mind, she thought about whether this was something engineered by Bashir to take a chance at her. In fact, she was sure of it. Musa then d...
Thank you to those who helped me with this piece. In no particular order - LM, janey, and IC. Any errors or bits you don't like are entirely down to me. THE LIGHT DANCED through the diamonds embedded in her engagement and eternity rings while she fiddled with the thin silver chain that decorated her slender neck. Eduard noticed the dull lustre of her wedd...
Yesterday was a high pressure day to say the least. It was the first day of being a business owner. I had gone in as a partner with my best friend Don Martin. He had somehow convinced me to help him start up a business called Party on Wheels. It was pretty much just us and a big fancy party bus that we used to shuttle well to do's around. I was scared shitle...
This is a 77,000+ novelette, so here is some idea of what you're getting into before starting such a long story. The husband, Clint, recounts the last twenty-six + years of his deep loving relationship with his wife, Lori. Much like a movie, he takes you back and relives the important and formative events that ultimately lead up to the present-day situation...
Once again, I need to give a few shout-outs: Thank you---again!!--- to Sunshine for her proofreading skills, support, and overall awesomeness. Dedicated to Scott. And, as always, to Mandy. This story is LOOSELY based on an actual trip that Amanda and I took with our friends several years ago. ********** "Stop that, you're getting on my nerves!"...