There was once a fisherman and his wife who lived together in a hovel by the seashore, and the fisherman went out every day with his hook and line to catch fish. While he waited for the fish to nibble on the line, he would pull his very large dick out and begin pumping it until it grew quite hard and long and spilled its contents into the sea. One day he was...
Author's Notes: This little story is from me reading the entire line bovine excrement put out by men who say stupid things like "Once a whore, always a whore!" or "All sluts are the same and all women are sluts." ETC, ETC, ETC.... While women are gaining in the cheaters stakes, thus increasing the amount of divorces churning through the court system. They...
Nagapatnam -- India, 23rd May, 1702 Dear Husband, I sincerely hope this letter finds you in good health; please reward the boy who took it to you as generously as it is appropriate. The Marquis and his wife are wonderful hosts, as if there was need to add anything to the beauty and life of India. From the window of the room where they have gently allowed...
Some names have been changed * Several years ago, I decided to finally have the sleeve on my right arm completed. I went to my favorite shop to make an appointment with Erika, the woman who had inked all my tattoos for the past three years. Essentially, she'd used my arm and my back as a blank canvas. Yes, I trust her tattooing skills that much. Rather th...
Note: This story is the sixty-first installment in a series entitled "Sandra and Stevie". If you have not read the previous sixty 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 strongly...
My cock was hard and ready for action. It was 11:00pm on a typical weeknight at my house and I was trying to work my wife's thoughts around to some sex. To say that her interest in sex had fallen over the past few years was an understatement, we had gone from everyday, to every other day, to a couple of times a month, and I don't think she would even care al...
My wife and I have been married for quite some time now, and we are both in our 30's and have a wonderful family. We live in a small town and we both have conservative professional positions. Even with young children, our sex life was good, but just out of circumstance, like most couples, we were unable to really enjoy ourselves with adventure. As luck woul...
This is a direct continuation of "Michelle's New Profession, Chapter 1." My thanks to Shygirlwhore for her excellent editing assistance. ***** Saturday morning I made Michelle a nice breakfast of sourdough corn fritters and sausage as a peace offering. We laughed about the night before, but she said she didn't want to do it again for a while. After break...
In 1962 I married Carol when we were eighteen. We’d both been abandoned as babies and the same couple had adopted us so we grew up as brother and sister although having different birth parents. Carol had a faded photograph of her birth mother also called Carol at eighteen years of age. She’d no idea who her father was and I’d no inkling who my real parents...
A number of years ago the wife and I were watching a special on HBO about hookers in NYC. I could tell my wife was getting pretty aroused and we wound up screwing like teenagers. I asked what turned her on so much about the program and she admitted to me that she had always fantasized about what it would be like to be a street hooker. I suggested to her tha...