Wife Gets Forced!

Dear readers. This is the most complex story I've ever done. It's over 60K words long. That being said, no volunteer editor would touch a story of such length. So, I'm sure there are typos and missed used words. Try to keep the pissing and moaning to reasonable levels. Also, please don't steal and republish on another site after all it is copyrighted. Please enjoy 'I'll always catch you.' The rain sizzled on the hot asphalt, and as quickly as the clouds opened up, it was over. I watched steam as it rose from the streets to form thin white clouds that drifted upwards over the skyline of downtown Cleveland Ohio. That was all we needed, more humidity. The air was already so thick you could squeeze water out of it with your bare hands. "Hey, boss? You wanna look at this?" That's me. I'm the boss. My name is Jim Beck. I own a company that does computer coding, which is a fancy way of saying we write software. Right now, we're up to our eye

'Oh, yeah. What a mystery,' Sam replied. 'Must be your bubbly personality.' 'Must be. Right, that's enough stalling. Dare time!' Sam felt a knot in her stomach -- a rush of adrenaline passing through. By now, the conflicting feelings of nervousness and excitement were even more familiar than Lucy herself. She had known them longer, after all. 'Come on, then. Let's hear it.' 'There's two parts to this one. First, simply order us a noodle box each. I'm not a fussy eater so I'll let you pick.' 'Uh-huh. Why do I get the impression that I should keep away from the spicier choices?' 'Ooh, You're smarter than you look. Not that it's hard.' 'Ha. Funny. You're not really in a position to talk about appearances right now,' Sam replied, chuckling as she looked Lucy up and down. Lucy's dress had only barely covered her underwear when they'd set out, but with the added weight of milkshake, the

The Lost Colony - Chapter 1-8 summary Spoiler Alert! The purpose of this summary is two-fold. For readers new to the story, you may skim this summary rather than read the first eight chapters. As the author, I'd rather you read the entire story, but if you just want to catch up you may do so. In addition, readers who may have forgotten some details can skim the summary. I'm aware that my chapters are released infrequently. By the time I publish chapter nine, you may have forgotten what happened in chapter five. This summary is for you! * * * * * Major Spoiler Alert! * * * * * In case it isn't obvious, reading this summary will spoil many of the twists and surprises from the first eight chapters. Stop here if you think you might read the individual chapters. Cheers! * * * * * Chapter 1 Our hero, Alain Sparr, is an exo-biologist sent as part of a mission to K2-136-b, or as the crew refers to it, Kaybe. The planet was colonized four hundred years earlier, but contact was los

Author's Note: The book mentioned in this story doesn't actually exist. Neither do the characters. It's just a fantasy. ***** My name is Dominia Sax and I'm a best-selling author of a female domination book called, "Self Discipline-The Femdom's 12 Step Guide to Domination Freedom." The book is the byproduct of marrying a sexually submissive man. To catalog the germination of the hugely successful program I have created, I begin this story with our initial journey. Patsive was my fiance-at the time-and he wanted to be honest about his fetishes before we tied the knot. I started by having him write down ways for him to be submissive. I was new to this and wanted his input. I felt it best to set the tone from the outset. On the night we got engaged, I had him make a list of all the ways he fantasized about being submissive. Here is the list he came up with: -getting spanked -wearing panties -licking my butt hole -getting peed on -wearing a butt plug And my

There comes a pivotal point in everyone's life that decides what kind car you drive, your favorite color, the friends you have, the type of job you do, who you marry, your hobbies and/or what you do with your leisure time. I will relate to you why I LOVE bald pussy. I do not, repeat do not like bald pussy because I'm some sort of pervert. If you are not over the age of 20 I am not interested. I may look but that's as far as it goes. I was going on 19 when I met up with a few of my older friends and we went to the movies. It was a lame movie but at least it got us out of the heat. After the movie we went to the downtown area where there were several x-rated movie theatres, peep shows etc. We decided to go into a bar that had exotic dancers. I had no problem being allowed in. I looked older than my age besides I was ready to show my fake ID anyway. The guy at the door looked at me, looked at my ID and asked me if I was over 21 and I said yes. He couldn't care less how o

"I remember that first night we spent together, a stolen opportunity. I remember it with such clarity. You said, 'I had no idea intimacy could be so, so exciting or satisfying. I have never experienced that intensity nor the physical explosion which marked the climax of my passion.' I explained to you that the French call it 'Le petit mort' and you laughed and said, 'I can quite see why, I thought I was having a seizure.' I can truthfully say that your climax led to my own, a true reflection of our love. We are beautiful together and we must be together again soon." As we walked across the bridge leading to the restaurant, Polly held my hand. "You called me a slut," I reminded her. "You don't like terms of endearment?" "So, what term of endearment could I use?"u2028 "Ma'am would do." "Right, that's just not going to happen." "I love a challenge." Dinner was French, expensive and

Emma felt sleep dissolve, and she woke up, feeling the pleasure of Anna's naked body against her back, her arm over Emma's hip, still holding her close. Emma felt her bladder demanding, and she slipped quietly out of bed, trying to not disturb Anna. Anna sighed and rolled over onto her other side. Emma headed into the bathroom, once her bladder was emptied, she stopped into the nursery to check on Monica. Monica was sleeping peacefully, and Emma returned to Anna's bedroom. She looked over at the soft glow of the bedside clock, it was 3:00 AM. Way too early to get up yet, Emma slipped under the covers, and she had the pleasure of spooning against Anna's warm nude back. Anna stirred slightly, let out a soft sigh, and snuggled back against Emma's body. Emma slipped a hand over Anna's hip, holding her body close as she drifted off. When she opened her eyes, she was face to face with Anna. Those beautiful dark eyes gazed into hers, and she was eager for more. Anna