"The girl from the agency has more surprises in store for the erotica author"
Bill could feel the sticky wetness from the secretions of his cock on his stomach as he lay bound across the table with the riding crop resting on his bottom. He was nervous and worrying about his vulnerability as she...
"The Slut must accept the terms."
I was tied outside in the open, for anyone who goes through the street, to have a look at my pathetic state. I didn't realize, but I started crying heavily. I must have been there all night as I could...
"The girl from the agency begins to exert her authority over the erotica author"
It was almost twenty four hours later when Bill opened his front door to Sal again. Once again he was stunned by her attractiveness. This time she was wearing a red velvet dress. Its top clung to her upper body,...
"Jan and her black lover grow closer as they prepare to take Richard's cuckolding to a new level"
Jan lay back in her bed lost in thought. It was late morning now. The winter sun was streaming in through the bedroom curtains and she could hear the bustle of life from outside. Inside her home she was cocooned...
"Cold words will nearly always come back to haunt those who say them"
“You seem pensive today," said Christopher. "No, no, I just can't keep from recalling the old days, and how he and I got on. How we never had to worry about paying the bills. I hope he's all right. Probably...
"Welcomed to my new world with a surprise, I couldn't have imagined."
As ordered by Miss Ally, I began my journey from the restaurant to her home. She had given me twenty minutes to reach her. It was impossible. I was at a part of town from where it would take at...
"The grass may seem greener, but it hardly ever really is."
I'm Robert Lundsford, age thirty-eight, husband, stock broker for Hilling's Investments, and as I now know; an unknowing cuckold. My wife of ten years is Amanda Lundsford; age thirty-six; works for Hammond Industries, wholesalers of kitchenware—she's a receptionist—oh, and a...
"Joe and Chanel team up to punish me"
Joe entered the room with his usual cocky flare. He alwaysseems to feel like no matter how late he is that nothing happens until he gets there. He pisses me off big time. But I have to bite my tongue...
"A poem for my hot sexy women. Notice the first letters in each stanza spell a word."
Freedom to do as I please, Forgetting all baggage behind me. Fucking men’s wives as they watch. Free flowing my life as the sea. Upward and onward with pleasure anew, Understanding my place as their “Man”. Upstaging her begging cuck...
"He knew her chat room thing was can of worms."
Gillian Crowley and I met at a wedding reception for a friend of hers, Margaret Tilly; that was twenty-three years ago; we were both twenty-five and single. At any rate, I was actually a distant cousin of Margaret's. I was...