I Ask For It

Dear Reader, If you've read Reality Need Not Apply Chapters 1-3 (and you should do this before reading this chapter), you may remember I took a two year break before writing chapter 3. As a result, my timeline got a little mixed up. In one part of chapter 3, I imply it's been almost a year Amanda has been with Dylan and Erickson Industries. In another part, I explicitly say two months. My intention is for Amanda to have been with Dylan and the company for two months. Hopefully, I will avoid further confusion by writing this new chapter much more quickly after releasing Chapter 3. By now, you are probably also aware that this story is a collection of fantasies that I have. Most are not ones I've directly participated in mostly because they would be damaging to my career. I wrote this story where consequences like STIs, pregnancies, and a loss of career aren't factors when one engages in outrageous sexual acts. This story also sexually objectifies Amanda and Sabina. I

Chapter 1 I'm writing this true story to document my life as a cuckold. Just as some men as born to be leaders and some followers, likewise some men are born to be studs, pleasing and being pleased by women, while some men are born to be cuckolds, accepting their limitations and encouraging their wives and girlfriends to find sexual pleasure elsewhere. In my case, I think I was always destined to be a cuckold. And for anyone who pities the poor cuckold, wondering how any man could put up with an unfaithful wife or girlfriend, rest assured there are men like me who have embraced our role and are proud to be the supportive husband or boyfriend to a sexually liberated woman. My story begins back in my sophomore year in high school when I bought my first Penthouse magazine. In it, were a multitude of stories that I would read while masturbating but one story, immediately became my favorite. It involved a husband and wife who were out dancing when a handsome friend of the husband show

I was horny. There, I said it. It had been just three days since the lockdown started and I was beginning to feel awkward sitting at home all alone and working on my computer for the duration of the office working hours. That bit, the working bit was fine. I didn't have a problem. I had a problem with the time after that. My work got over by 4 every afternoon and after that there was only so much TV I could watch after looking at the screen for nearly 9 hours. By the time the first week ended, I was walking around in my bare essentials - a pair of thongs and a matching bra. In case I had to get on a video call during the day, I would put on a shirt and sit there looking all pretty and smiling. What's worse, I had a crush on my immediate supervisor, he's cute. But more about him later. I had begun wandering around the house like a ghost and still feeling horny. I didn't know what to do and I was going nuts. I would finger myself to a slimy grooly orgasm, but that di

This is me remembering a story of young love, some of it mine, set in a whole different world a long time ago, before free sex and promiscuity, a time when the decision to lose your virginity was a big deal. I should warn you that this is could be viewed as a soppy romance story and if you're not into that sort of thing you'd be advised to read elsewhere. CM. Please don't feel sorry for me, it's my own stupid fault for falling in love with her. Sure, the fact that she singled me out for attention was flattering, to say the least, and I loved it. I loved the look on my mates' faces when she came over to me during the church youth fellowship dance and dragged me onto the dance floor. I had questions about her motivation, reasoning that her being seen on the dance floor with someone who could best be described as possessing two left feet, was either her garnering sympathy by her actions or her trying to embarrass me in front of my friends. Whatever her reason, I manag