This is a novel of twenty-five chapters. I suggest you begin reading at Chapter 1. The novel deals with hotwifeing and cuckoldry. If those are subjects you aren't interested in, you may reconsider reading this. Please read my statement regarding anonymous comments in my biography. Chapter 16 I fully admit that I was gung ho to meet another couple, I co...
CHAPTER 1 Bert Joyce was picking his nose reading the morning newspaper when the house phone went. "Hi it's Bert," he said economically. "Good morning, it's Meg," Meg said suspiciously. "May I speak to my daughter?" "Who the fuck was Meg... whoops, his younger brother's mother-in-law. "Nah Pete and Nina took off yesterday on a few days' vacation." Meg...
The aftermath of September 11, 2001 sent shockwaves worldwide... but even more so throughout the U.S. than anywhere else. There were almost immediate backlashes against Muslims... even ones who'd been living in the country all of their lives! Various Islamic organizations in the U.S. denounced the tragedy as acts of violence perpetrated by evil-minded indivi...
Fair warning: this story revolves around a discussion on feminism between a sociology and a philosophy professor inspired in part by a real discussion I've had with a colleague. This is a long story and this stuff plays a big role in it. If that's not your cup of tea, I suggest you try some of my other stories. On the other hand, it is one of my personal fav...
Tim Sweeney fell back on the pillow, sated and still partially hard. His wife of six years, Becky, had just finished giving him one of her amazing tit-fucks as an anniversary present. She was wiping the gobbets of come from her chin and from between her H-cups and licking it off her fingers greedily, when she suddenly looked at him strangely. "What's the ma...
Chapter One: Two days after one of the monthly Spanking Parties, Debbie and Marion were sitting in Marion's home office discussing their sexual appetites. Both were dressed as normal when relaxing in one of their respective houses. Both had casual clothes – for them, at least. Both sported normal, everyday bras and tops, but were butt naked below the waist...
As I saw Cheryl's legs begin to quiver, I thought not for the first time, that this might not be a good idea. Though it was far too late to do anything about it now. After all, I was fastened motionless to a chair with a ball gag in my mouth. Whether or not my wife survived this night was totally out of my control. I watched helplessly as Mwenga pounded his...
Jared moved quickly through the snow, his numb limbs struggling with the weight of his armor. He could hear them pursuing, not far behind now. Every step was agony, his leather boots frosted with snow and ice from the day's of pursuit. He knew that his time was almost over, he'd known it since the ambush on the caravans. His men had been no match for the on...
5th of April 1919 Journal Entry No. 7: It has been exactly one week since my team and I left camp, but it has been no more than 24 hours since we disbanded. An argument over a situation that occurred back at camp created a raucous which ended in gunfire. Our group of eight became divided; white men on one and natives on the other. We were the ones with t...
Meet Giselle Bao Phuong, a fifty-something Asian Canadian woman living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. She attends the Ottawa Church of The Savior, and they meet every Sunday at ten o'clock inside a community center located within walking distance of the University of Ottawa. The place has become Giselle's refuge, for many reasons. Giselle feels lonely sinc...