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She looked at them. She felt it. She felt all their gaze. As the wrestler known as Athena sashayed down the hallway, it's like she could read thoughts. She was well-liked in the female locker room. She was hard-working. She was smart. She was their women’s champion. However, on the other hand...Sometimes she was looked at like a piece of meat. She had no self-esteem issues. She was in fact, one of their curvier female wrestlers on the roster. She saw signs every week that said “Athena Rules”...
MasturbationAlthough Tom liked the quiet moments with her, today it was hard to resist his want to take Chloe there on the couch. He hadn’t fucked her in over 24 hours now. He was holding off and building up his cum for when his new daughter arrived. It was supposed to be any time now, but it was still frustrating having such a great piece right in front of him and having to hold off fucking her. He kept reminding himself that he would be blowing his load inside his new daughter very soon. Then, he would...
This is one of 26 stories in this series. Each is a standalone story with unique characters and actions. They can be read in any order since they do not have any plot points in common. Warning: This story contains adult content including exhibitionism, CMNF, fellatio, rim jobs, cunnilingus, and vaginal sex If you don't like these activities then please find another story more to your liking. 8========D "Neat ‘n Naked...where our girls suck better than Hoovers. How can we help you?"...
“You ready sweetie?” He blinked, as if coming out of a stupor and looked back to her, to Athena, her expression playful, but her body language pressing. It hadn’t been so much of a question as it had been an order. Meekly he looked back at the window, looking through his own reflection to the street outside. They didn’t have far to go, but the short walk from her limo to the Hotel’s lobby was lined by an eager group of camera-toting men, the dreaded paparazzi. “But… The photographers,...
He stood hugging himself tightly, not that it helped keep him warm anymore. The cold had long since seeped so far into him the only thing that kept him from running to find somewhere warm was the fear that, should he leave his spot, he’d return to find it taken and his chance of seeing her, Athena, gone forever. The singer Athena had caught the world by storm, nobody a year ago, the young woman had taken to the celebrity lifestyle like a duck to water and was now breaking records with her...
She walks through the forest. Her body drenched with sweat. Her armor stained in dirt and blood. Her sword drops to the ground as she collapses upon a large grass covered rock. Out of breath, she’s gasping for air. Finally relaxing, she stretches her limbs. The warrior passes out, exhausted. Minutes pass since the warrior passed out. Xena’s awoken by a light nudge on her arm. ‘Xena?’ The figure speaks softly.’Time to wake up..’ ‘Nnngh!’ The warrior grunts, slowly drawing her eyes open. ...
Athena - 1 "Look at that stream! We should stop and go swimming!" Athena exclaimed as we barreled over a small bridge in the work van. I stop the van and put it in reverse and stop again, this time on top of the small bridge. I peer out of the window and gaze upon the stream. The water was crystal clear and as still as glass. I could see an almost perfect reflection of the trees on it's surface. "but we don't have bathing suits..." I responded. My response was flirty in...
There was something very special about Athena. I knew it right away from the moment we met. It was more than the fact that her hair framed her face like gilt around the most perfect of portraits. It was more than the fact that she took life as a game and played it. She was carefree without being spoiled. She was innocent without guile. She was unique. It was remarkable, really, that she was so enchanting, so child like, so incredibly unselfish. She had been born into wealth. Her father had...
“I don't like it” Ian muttered before taking a sip of his jet black coffee. “Don't like what?” Marco asked in between bites of his reheated chicken parmesan. The two sat in one of Athena Corp's many cafeterias. They were chatting over lunch, as they did most days. The talk of fellow co-workers buzzed around them. It was a cacophony of commiseration over the many drastic changes to the corporate hierarchy in recent weeks. “What do you think I'm talking about?!? The shakeup! The layoffs....
Jealousy and suspicion are terrible diseases and I fervently hope that I am now cured. I know when the cure happened. I can tell you the exact date and even the time of day when I was cured. I remember it vividly.Telling my story makes me uncomfortable because it brings up memories I would rather leave buried. I don't like to hold up the faults in my character for everyone to see. But I also feel that I have an obligation to relate the happenings of that fateful day in the hope that some fellow...
Wife LoversMadam Snow opened the mini fridge in her office and extracted a bottle of liquor. She smiled, observing the familiar crystal clear bottle with it's thick orange lettering near the top spelling out the brand name. It featured thin, black, cursive *********** down the center describing its delicious contents. It was Absolut Mandrin, 80 proof; her favorite variant of the popular vodka. She only ever opened a bottle on special occasions like this. “This vodka is flavored. Mandarin Orange. I hope...
The following is a story that's been bumping around in my head for the better part of two years. It's one of those where the hardest part has been how to start it, especially considering how confusing the beginning is. As with most of my other stories (yes, even the incomplete ones) it deals a lot with identity, particularly with characters that remember being one person but have the body and memories of a completely different person too. It's also a spy story because, well....who...
Finally, here are the next two exciting chapters in my on-going saga. I want to thank reviewer 'anon' for his comment on 9/23/10 for inspiring me to finally get these chapters finished. I'd been just short of half done with these chapters for the better part of a year but between lack of initiative and wondering if anyone even cared if I kept going I'd just sort of let it fall through the cracks. I apologize to any readers that thought I'd given up on this series and just want to point...
In truth, he'd exaggerated the knowledge and accomplishments on his resume more than a little. At this stage, Josh had no choice. He'd been looking for gainful employment for almost two years after college with only a handful of interviews to show for it; none of which panned out. In recent years it had become much more difficult to establish a career, particularly for young men. Women were ascending in every field; especially a certain kind of woman. Vanessa, the head of IT, was one of...
As he approached one of the hall's long mirrors he stopped to inspect himself. It was a familiar sight, the flowing, billowy French maid outfit surrounding his body. His arms and legs were outlined in silky, white stockings and arm-gloves. He wore pearl earrings and the lacy white collar around his neck was adorned with a beautiful pendant. It was a gift from mother that he wore every day, without fail. Jon's painted red lips and neatly applied eyeliner and blush were evidence that he was...
It had been an interesting six months that led Andrew here. While home for winter break, his parents announced he wouldn't be returning to college. His mother, in particular, had decided the investment was no longer worth it. His father supported her decision wholeheartedly. Andrew was told that new opportunities for young men with no degree were opening up in their area. He had no idea what kind of jobs his parents meant, but he took them at their word. Mother allocated him a weekly stipend...
Ian's frown grew more pronounced as he waited his turn. He'd been in line at the security checkpoint for fifteen minutes. He always showed up to work at least ten minutes early. Now, thanks to this spectacle, he was five minutes late and counting. They'd warned him there would be more strict security protocols at the newly established Special Projects Division, but he didn't think it would take this long. The only thing he hated more than being late was someone else's poor planning making...
It was a gorgeous Thursday morning, two weeks later, when the call came that a trailer was arriving with a special package for Lacey. Wide-eyed and scared that someone would catch the rig before she did, she dashed out of the main house in the middle of painting her nails and scrambled for the barn, praying to God that Wesley and the boys were still in the south pasture doing chores. The last thing she wanted to try to explain was why an expensive cutting horse was being delivered that he...
We spoke only for a few minutes. What I desired from her would not be accomplished in a conversation. Then she agreed to meet me for lunch the next day. I woke early and dressed carefully. I wanted to make a good impression but not to come off as too preppy. I had made us reservations at a favorite restaurant where I knew they would not mind what I wore. So I slipped on a pair of Dockers and a navy cashmere sweater. I had my car pull up out front of her family’s Park Avenue apartment. The...
Not my own property. Taken from literotica to add pictures and make it customizable. The original link is https://www.literotica.com/s/cucked-on-vacation. It was our first proper vacation in years. I breathed a sigh of relief as I gazed out our suite window towards the calm ocean waters of the gulf. After seven years of marriage and a limited amount of time off it felt therapeutic to finally have a week away all to ourselves. We had selected Naples because it was quiet, and peaceful, and a...
InterracialThe next morning, Lacey was up at her regular time, dressed in running shorts and a tank top, blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail as she headed out for her daily morning run. The sun was just barely peeking over the horizon. She was intent on seeing at least part of the ranch, following the trails she remembered from her childhood days, arriving back at the main house, hands on her hips as she slowly approached the front porch, breathing heavily and wiping her forehead. Caroline met her out...
Lance glanced over at Wesley as he hopped in the truck, eyebrows furrowing some as he noticed one less person. ‘Where’s Lacey? Thought she was gonna come see us compete tonight?’ he asked, swiveling his head to see if she was walking up to the truck. The slant-load trailer was hitched to the back and both the Hell-Bitch and Gunthar were loaded, ready to head out. ‘Ah… she says she’s not feeling too well. She’s got a fever. Wanted to stay home.’ Wesley scratched the back of his neck. He seemed...
Wesley chucked hay into the corral for the horse. Lance was caulked a leak in the water trough that had caused a huge mud puddle around where the horses would gather ’round for water. Hoof prints were sunk easily four inches deep. Luckily the afternoon sun had been hot the last few days and had hardened the ground somewhat. Still Lance was covered in mud. Lance squeezed a thin line of caulk along the seam, using a wet finger to smooth it out and then continued along the bottom rim of the...
At exactly three-thirty, the doorbell rang. Jasmine drew the honor of answering it. She was the only one in the house still fully dressed. As soon as Eva saw the rest of us, she took a deep breath and dropped her coat. It was all she was wearing. “Okay then. Okay. I’m okay. Where do you want me to pose?” Eva wasn’t quite hyperventilating but her being naked let us see the thin stream of sweat that dripped from her pits. Ariel ran to the bathroom for a washcloth and towel as I took Eva’s hand...
Cucked at a wedding part 2 - you can read on if you want but my other cuck posts set the sceneAs the evening wore on Carrie and I danced together - my cum filled boxers had dried out. 'You can say if you don't want me to go back to his room Dan. ' Carrie whispers as we hold each other close. I pull her closer, my cock hard against her. 'No go - it will be fun. We will never see him again and I can tell you want his cock.' I smile at her and kiss her deeply.We had back to the bar for another...
Cucked for the first timeCarrie and I had been fantasising about her fucking other guys for nearly a year - I wouldn't say it dominated our sex life but it was always a thought not far away. We had even talked about it in a practical way over dinner a few times, how it would happen, what we want don't want etc. She didn't seem keen on an actual date with a guy, although I must admit the thought of seeing her get dressed up to go out with someone does get me very hard.Anyway, back in February it...
Cucked at a wedding part 2 - you can read my other posts to set the scene or just dive right in :-)As the evening wore on Carrie and I danced together - my cum filled boxers had dried out. 'You can say if you don't want me to go back to his room Dan. ' Carrie whispers as we hold each other close. I pull her closer, my cock hard against her. 'No go - it will be fun. We will never see him again and I can tell you want his cock.' I smile at her and kiss her deeply.We had back to the bar for...
Chapter Two The concert lasted for almost two hours. Emily had just finished her third encore, the international remix version of the third single off her second album in the last six months, "Hip Hop Clodhopper." A cadre of men and women had surged her as she danced off stage. Emily had been practically carried by the throng all the way back to her dressing room. As she stepped in the door closed behind her. Emily barely noticed. She walked over to the makeup table, sat down and...
“ARRRGGHHHH!!!” Ana smiled as an especially brutal lash whipped into the back of her naked, shivering submissive. He was shackled to a St. Andrew's Cross and naked, aside from the metal cock cage imprisoning his shriveled manhood. His back was covered in welts. Some were old. Many were new. The canvas of his body was growing more raw and red by the second. Anastasia was a skilled artist with a bullwhip and she enjoyed painting the skin of powerful men most of all. *C-CRACK C-CRACK...
*WHIPCRACK* "ARRRGGHHHH!!!" Ana smiled as an especially brutal lash whipped into the back of her naked, shivering submissive. He was shackled to a St. Andrew's Cross and naked, aside from the metal cock cage imprisoning his shriveled manhood. His back was covered in welts. Some were old. Many were new. The canvas of his body was growing more raw and red by the second. Anastasia was a skilled artist with a bullwhip and she enjoyed painting the skin of powerful men most of...
One The ProblemI know I have high standards, Doc, Matt Studley said to his ther****t, Dr.Freudist. But it s more than that. Dr. Freudist nodded and said, Um hum. Can I be honest with you, Doc Matt asked.They always ask that, Dr. Freudist said to himself. I ve been listening tothis guy ramble on about his issues for seven weeks, twice a week, andNOW he s going to be honest But Dr. Freudist merely nodded and said, Of course. This is a safe place. And then he waited.And waited.Finally,...
One The ProblemI know I have high standards, Doc, Matt Studley said to his ther****t, Dr.Freudist. But it s more than that. Dr. Freudist nodded and said, Um hum. Can I be honest with you, Doc Matt asked.They always ask that, Dr. Freudist said to himself. I ve been listening tothis guy ramble on about his issues for seven weeks, twice a week, andNOW he s going to be honest But Dr. Freudist merely nodded and said, Of course. This is a safe place. And then he waited.And waited.Finally,...
Sissy Therapy by Kate "Great practice, guys! If we keep working hard, we have a real shot at the conference title," Coach Jones addressed the thirty or so high school boys gathered around him. The boys were sweaty and tired, but the coach's praise momentarily raised their spirits. "Smith nice passing out there. Keep up the good work." Fifteen year old Billy Smith grinned cockily. "Sure, Coach. After all, I am the greatest!" The other boys moaned at Billy's arrogance. Coach...
Having settled comfortably on the therapist's couch, Marge was visibly nervous. "So let's get started. How are you feeling today, Marge?" "I guess, okay, Dr. Sigberg. I'm nervous and tired. I didn't get any sleep again last night." "Can you tell me what kept you awake, Marge?" "Not really, doctor. You know, I really don't think these therapy sessions are working." "Marge, it takes time. This is only your third session. Dealing with sexual dysfunction is a lengthy process. If there was a pill...
SeductionWesley looked at the hat as he pulled it down off the hat rack. It’d hung there for well over two months, the silent prayer hanging in the air that the girl he’d loaned it to would come back. But as it stood, it had been nearly three months. He ran his thumb across the buckle on the hat band and sighed, tucking the hat back into the box he’d dug it out and put it back up in the closet where it’d been for years. Even in the three months she’d been gone, Wesley couldn’t get Lacey King out of his...
Lacey sat perched precariously on the top rung of the metal fence that fenced off the back portion behind the grandstand of the booming rodeo. The initial rodeo entrance parade was over and Lance was re-checking the saddle bindings of his mount. She hadn’t seen Wesley in a little while. Her blue gaze shifted from the blonde cowboy to sweep across the crowded area behind the scenes of the western phenomenon. There were cowboys of all kinds running around, milling about with horses and quite...
Wesley was in the big bathroom getting ready for a late picnic he and Lacey had planned beneath the stars. Lance was in Jackson with Teresa and he couldn’t help but grin, thinking about them. He hoped for his buddy’s sake that things worked out. Lance deserved happiness as much as anyone else around here, and Wesley was glad to have had a hand in the two getting together, at least to talk and see where things went from there. Lacey was up at the main house getting ready. Even though they were...
The wheels screeched as the brakes were put on and everything jerked. One of the horses screamed as the trailer was drug off the road and the railing was torn off with it. A woman screamed helplessly, and as soon as the truck hit the bottom of the ravine, everything went black. — Wesley jerked awake, panting hard. A cold sweat covered him from head to foot. He’d knotted his hands into the sheets. He felt movement beside him, and looked, wide-eyed. For a moment he thought it had all been some...
Lacey leaned against the railing of the inner fence back behind the grandstand once again, a small smile on her face as she watched both Lance and Wesley prepare their horses for team roping. She had watched them practice on and off all week, and had even got in a little bit of practice herself on the back of the buckskin that she had been taking out in the mornings, unknown to Wesley. She was actually trying to surprise him by learning a bit more about rodeo and barrel racing while he was busy...
Lacey was trying to not think about anything except the task at hand. She had a job that was screaming at her to get back, and responsibilities that needed her attention. No, she hadn’t made a final decision as to what she was going to do when she got back to New York, but she had to return. There was no getting around that. Steeling her jaw, she moved to the closet to take down the last of her things, carrying them to the bed and slowly began to take them from the hangers and roll them to...
Lacey sat beside the tall plate glass window, thousands of yards high into the sky, simply turning the wine glass in her hand as she stared out the window into the brilliant night sky, ablaze with bright lights and the bustle of the city below. She hadn’t touched her wine, barely played with her food and hadn’t said a word in the last ten minutes to her dining companion across the table. Tyra set down her fork and blotted her lips with her napkin. ‘Lizzy! Stop drifting on me, honey. I can’t...
‘Lizzy! You can’t be serious! You can’t stay… where are you again? Wyoming. Right. Where is that anyway? Never mind.’ the girl was adamant on the other end of the line. She’d sat through a half hour of some sob story of Lacey being swept off her feet by some cowboy or another. She couldn’t stand to be quiet anymore. ‘You’ve known the guy what… a week? Be practical Lizzy. Nothing happens in a week. God. If it did, I would’ve been married a dozen times over by now. Listen. Get on your plane, come...
Wesley whistled sharply to his dogs after checking the cows recently brought down from the high winter pasture. ”ere dogs! C’mon!’ The little Corgi dogs raced across the field and dodged between his mount’s legs. The horse nickered a bit in irritation and danced backward, snorting as the dogs ran across the main yard toward the barn where they’d get their supper when Wesley was finished looking after the horses. ‘Easy, girl.’ He patted the horse’s neck gently before guiding her through the...
The next morning, when Wesley woke up, the sun had yet to come up but, its morning rays were gently starting to warm the night sky. The earth had been refreshed from the night rain, like a healing had come over the land. It seemed to fit all together so perfectly, his opening up, and the tears going hand in hand with the opening of the skies, and then the healing rain that seemed to refresh the surrounding country. As he turned in the bed to reach for Lacey, she was gone. All that was left, as...
The bar was loud and noisy with cowboys and cowgirls of all shapes and sizes from the rodeo. Hoots and cheers were heard from here and there as celebration was taking place. Lance was immediately grabbed by some cute girl and was asked to dance. Lance just grinned and accepted and was whisked off toward the dance floor. Wesley had distanced himself somewhat from Lacey since they had settled the hell-bitch, but not too much. He was thinking…. just about stuff. All kinds of stuff. The look on...
In the morning Wesley woke up early and it all slowly came back to him through a slight haze. He looked down at the sleeping gem in his arms and kissed the top of her head tenderly before carefully untangling himself from her grasp. He tucked her in gently to let her continue to sleep. He got up and grabbed a fresh towel from the bathroom and wrapped himself up in it securely. He was going to go see Mr. Lance, the scoundrel. He glanced back at the sleeping form of Lacey and smiled again fondly....
Lacey sat in the passenger seat of the old pick-up, staring out the open window as they drove back to the motel. Lance had apparently left with some cute cowgirl and left her and Wesley to get back to the motel on their own. They had booked two rooms earlier, but they hadn’t been anywhere near each other. They were on opposing ends of the building, which was probably a good thing after the boot she had inadvertently thrust into her mouth earlier with bringing up something that was clearly...
The crowd started to thin out as the night grew late. There were chores to do early in the morning and Carolyn had just left. It took some effort, but Lacey convinced the old woman she wanted to stay and help clean up, because by the looks of the men bugging out before they had to do dishes, Wesley was going to be left to do it alone. Lance was the last one to get ready to go as he finished up in the back, scraping the grill. Wesley put the rest of the food away, organizing the fridge. He’d...
Group Therapy By: philosopher1112 Revised and Updated (Thank you all for your comments. I've been puttering away at this story for such a long time, and now I have a fairly large update. I hope it is at least adequate.) Chapter 1, in which I am introduced to the other members of the group. Slipping into the comfortably dim room, I took a seat and tried to put aside my long-standing suspicion that psychiatrists were the modern equivalent of witch doctors. Even if the name of my...
(Male Erotic Allround Therapy) John was an average man in is late thirties, who had most things in life sorted out. One thing that was missing in his life though was an intimate relationship with a loving woman. He had a couple of romances before, but none was quite fulfilling for him. He just didn´t seem to find the right partner. His last relationship was already through, and his ex had a new boyfriend by now, whom John couldn´t stand, but she still seemed to care for John, since she...
Couples Therapy Belladonna & Caterpillar Girl [Author's Note: Based on a caption by Deementia, with her a blessing, first posted at her wonderful blog Deelusions of Grandeur (http://deelusionsofgrandeur.blogspot.com). Further, a traditional Belladonna style story (i.e., a, theoretically, possible in reality story) will follow latter this month.] "Could you just keep an open mind about this?" Lela pleaded. "We don't need therapy," Karl responded to his wife while they...
"Oh fuck damn!" shouted Amber, in a high pitched tone while being covered in sweat.The vision became dim as she started to faint from exhaustion, heat and the pounding of Kai who had her in a doggy style position and was giving her a merciless anal pounding. Kai was so intense and held the helpless raven-haired beauty in place while tearing through her. Amber's head bounced around as she could barely balance on her knees and started to collapse, only being held up by Kai's strong grip on...
SeductionA Fierce Therapy, A TG Horror Story by Kathy Core [not to be reproduced in print or on a pay site] 'Fierce' as he was known to his friends couldn't take another minute of nicotine withdrawal, feeling as if somebody was perpetually screwing bolts into his head. He couldn't stop his teeth from clenching, nor control his fragile temper. He was losing control, plain and simple, and now matter whatLucy, his...
Amy MacDonald had a terrible fear of dogs. Months ago at the beginning of summer, she had been bitten by one, and though the mark on her arm had disappeared the mere sight of a dog would make her fear for her life. Over time she learned to avoid dogs which helped her to stay calm, but a new problem had emerged and had become a real drag on her wellbeing. She was eighteen, only a month into university and finally getting her first taste of freedom, yet she now couldn't leave her own student...
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The great city is on its last legs. The massive bronze gates have been breached and several sections of her gleaming white walls have crumbled into mounds of rubble. It will just be a matter of time before the Drake-wires that are strung above the city from the Massive Citadel that rises in the center of the city to high towers all around will be cut and then the city will be open to attack from the Riders circling above like hawks waiting for a chance to strike at the riches of the city...
FantasyRevenge of the Goddesses: Athena's Assassin By Julie O. Edited By Amelia R. Chapter 1 It was a little after ten as Jason Blackthorn started his last security check before heading to bed. He stopped first to see how Lisa Barnard was doing. She was one of the archeologists working the site on the small Greek island. She brushed her strawberry blonde hair out of her eyes. "Why do this every night?" she asked as she looked up from her computer. "We've been here six weeks and...
It all began in my job as a psychotherapist and had numerous women come and see me with complaints of headaches and talk of demanding husbands always wanting sex, that the women did not want to provide. The story was almost always the same, to the same neat pattern. The women would explain that when they met their husbands, when they were younger, usually in their late twenties, that they had numerous lovers to choose from, and they would either choose the most attractive “hunk” or the best...