The Latinos and My Whore Wife

I had an experience last month that I thought your readers might want to read about. It began while my husband, Hal, and I were returning home from watching a movie at an adult theater. Hal was really horny and so was I. On the drive home, I had my husband’s cock out of his

Arabian Slave

Janie was lost. She had been wandering up and down the little alleyways of this infernal city for hours now. She had been pawed at by scab covered beggars lying in the streets, robbed by a little street urchin of her purse, which contained her wallet, passport and Visa, AND she was hot, thirsty, and

A Rape Fantasy

I began the walk home, dreading it. It is so far, through the darkened heart of the campus, all deserted during this holiday weekend. I trudged under the arches, a brief glimmering smile at their legend, and tucked my head against the whipping wind. My mind drifted, stopping on this, pausing on that. It was

BBW wife is used and abused by her boss and co-workers and then her husband finds out what’s going on

My wife, Beth has a problem, she just can’t say no. If her boss wants someone to come in on the weekend he calls Beth. If he wants his dry cleaning picked up and brought out to his house two counties away he calls Beth. Her boss likes to entertain from time to time so

Tess gets home from a long day at work to find a man in her apartment who proceeds to “rape” and abuse her

Turning the key in the lock, I think something feels slightly off, like when you walk down the block but can’t shake the feeling that someone is paying you way too much attention. I look around, up and down the hallway and see everything seemingly normal. Shaking my head, I take the key out and

Rape in the garage

“Finally,” Brenda sighed. Another late night at the office was behind her. And the project was finished. She was relieved, and happy to go home. She’d sleep in a little tomorrow, to celebrate. She glanced at the clock. 12:30 AM. How did it get so late? She picked up the phone and called her husband.

A college girl gets her revenge, when the campus rapist picks on her – fiction

I’d heard about the rapist; that’s why I had my dad’s war souvenir with me that night. But I didn’t really expect to need it. I’d been carrying it every day since the second rape. Dad called it ‘the equalizer,’ and Mom couldn’t stand the sight of it. She made him lock it up; but