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A story in the Traditional Southern Housewives Universe
Joann our second short story in the Traditional Southern Housewives Universe...Joann is a hot Southern woman not appreciated by her husband. Somebody will though....

The blonde school girl struggled as I slid my erect dick into her tight ass. She was tied face down to a large wooden table, still wearing her uniform. The ball-gag she was wearing silenced her cries.

Imogen's Night Of Fun

A Cuckold Dads Support Group Story
At a monthly support meeting of Cuckold Dads, men gather to share their stories. Do you have a story to share?

​HAVELI is a high-heat, slice-of-life Punjabi romance following the unhurried life, wrestling conditioning, and intense private encounters of an eighteen-year-old estate heir. Packed with sharp domestic banter, territorial women, and explicit, uninhibited sensual dynamics that deliver on every promise.

The babysitter cancels, so she has to take her daughter along on a first date. Slower and more romantic than most of my other stories. No sex in the first few chapters.

Flynn hoped his life of humiliation under the tyranny of his overbearing stepfather would end when he reached his 18th birthday. It didn't. Crossing that milestone only brought him to the strange world of his new boarding school. Within its walls were a coven of witches, a succubus, assorted monsters of indescribable species, and... of course... werewolves. He'd thought he had no privacy before. Now his privacy, and his body, are being continually violated in ways he could never have imagined.

A Japanese Samurai torn from a 13th-century sea battle by a typhoon-born time portal washes ashore in Arthurian Britain. Sworn to Arthur's Round Table, Tetsuya Nagai proves himself in blood and honor — felling an oathbreaking knight, surviving betrayal from the king's own brother, and cutting down the bastard son and sorceress who threaten Camelot's throne. His reward: Elaine's fierce heart, and a peace bought with a stranger's unbreakable code of honor.

The neon sign buzzed against the darkening sky, casting a pink glow across the parking lot. My wife, Gayle, adjusted her tube-top in the passenger mirror, the thin fabric stretching across her chest, her large nipples pressing visibly against the near-transparent material. Her terrycloth shorts rode high on her thighs, the soft fabric clinging to the curve of her ass. It was the eighties, and we were young and free and oh so horny.