An interracial tale of the agonizing downfall of an above average woman, wife, and mother. One man, and his carefully collected conspirators work to ensure that African-Americans don't lack representation among increasing numbers of underprivileged factions in America. Note that his plot does not represent the majority of blacks. I abhor racism in the real world, but I don't object to using a fetish trope in a sex-fantasy. Note 2: AI was used in the creation of this story. But I wrote 80% of it.
A "no-fun" wife who hates sports. A tailgate with another man. A lot of alcohol. Mark's day is already a humiliation, but it's about to get worse. When his drunk, horny wife stumbles into the men's room, she's not alone for long. Mark is frozen, forced to watch as she's taken by a stranger. Then another. This is the story of his wife's total, drunken depravity and his place watching it all.
A Love in Lovett County Story Part of the Wold Stultus universe
A man loves and nearly loses forever the woman that makes his life complete, but in the struggle to regain her will everything else be lost in the process? Started over a year ago, this was intended to be one of the 'first' Lovett County stories - read my Blog for more details. It is primarily a story of love and unusual relationships, and there is a good deal of sex, but probably no 'scary codes'. It starts fairly slow and the first two chapters are a bit sad.
It was a hot day, so 18-year-old Cathy took the bus down to the beach. Once she was at the beach, she stripped down to her very skimpy red bikini. But it was so hot that she went into the water to cool off. A chubby, balding man in his 40s came up to her and said, "Beware the white pointers, little girl." "You mean sharks?" she asked innocently. He smirked. "No, the white pointers," he said, getting very close. That's when Cathy felt it. His white pointer!