An Elderly Gentleman and his Four Lovers. a novella by Roscoe Forthright

This novella will be posted as individual chapters over the next few months. Readers will notice this is not quick-read of jack-off literature. This an actual long form erotic novel.

**Preface**

Some stories need to be written to be believed, to be read twice before the meaning is clear. When a story presents ideas far removed from the ordinary life of most people, the story struggles to remain credible. Such stories require the same active imagination readers bring to fantasy and sci-fi. A non-fictional story which elucidates new views of reality requires just as much imagination as escapist fiction. In 2022, in the United States of America, a story which presents joyful and delirious group sex, and offers spiritual enlightenment, and accurate descriptions of God, all within the same narrative…such a story will be seen by most readers as too incredible to believe. Those readers will say to themselves, “Oh, that is nonsense. That cannot possibly be true. Such things never happen.”

The Education of Ashley Polk – Chapter 11 [MFf] [Ff] [toys] [threesome] [anal]

Chapter 11 – More Private Tutoring

The next morning Ashley woke up the way she fell asleep. A body on either side of her. Everyone was still naked. Carol was facing her. Her hand resting on the curve of Ashely’s hip. Greg was behind her. Curled up against her. Spooning her. She smiled and snuggled her ass against Greg. He gave her a little squeeze but didn’t move. He was still not fully awake.

Neither was Carol he eyes lightly closed. The tops of her heavy breasts where rising and falling. Poking out from under the bed covers. Ashely looked at her face. Wrinkles softly extended out from her eyes and mouth. She had such a kind face. It was worn in a beautiful way. Gently. But it was obvious she had lived, laughed, smiled, and had a great time. Ashely contemplated her out life before her. Wondering what was going to happen long term. She probably needed to reconcile her new secret adventures with her old conservative outward public persona. Probably needed to tell Mark at some point. She felt that creeping bit of dred well up in her chest. Tightening a little bit. She closed her eyes. Trying to rid her self of the uncomfortable feeling. She took a deep breath. Holding it in before releasing it.

I’ll always remember July 4th, 2015. It was my first and only time with an older woman. [MF]

I was 22 years old at the time, and a friend invited me on a trip to San Diego for the 4th of July. I didn’t know his group of friends very well, but I had no other plans, so I accepted. One of his friends offers to drive us all to Pacific Beach a couple of days beforehand. My friend cancels last minute but insists that I should still go with his friends. I can get along well enough with most folks, so I figure this could be a good opportunity to meet some new people.

Two hours into the drive I realize my mistake. I won’t get into too much detail, but I can tell this is my buddy’s “let’s get fucked up” crew. I enjoy a drink as much as the next guy, but I also prefer to remember the fun I have. These guys prefer to brag about not remembering. I know the Pacific Beach area pretty well, so I decide that I’ll just split off from the crew whenever I want to do my own thing. They don’t mind, I’m paying for my share of the hotel and gas.

Save a Cow, Milk an Orc Part 1 [CNC, M/F]

Scene 1 –
Priscilla is taken by, and from, her bath. 

The evening strengthened as Priscilla stepped out from the drinking hall and into the quiet township of Quakestir. She’d arrived at the tavern earlier than expected, and felt thankful the residents from the last village overexaggerated the distance. On a journey as long as this, it was the small things to say the least.

Arriving early meant she got to a hot meal and a fiery drink (or nine) sooner, but it also meant she tapped out sooner. Leaving for the inn before true night fell meant the barmaid she’d been eyeing up all evening, the one with the dark, hawkish eyes, wouldn’t be accompanying her. However, rising upon first light would jumpstart the final day of travel before she reached the mountains. Even from a 10 hour’s walk away, the peaks smudged the skyline. 

Adjusting the leather strap of her heavy dragongun, she rolled her dusky green shoulders in anticipation of a warm bath and a cozy bed. These were unheard of luxuries on the road, but Priscilla was accustomed to treating herself to the finer things. She deserved to, anyway, when she was between contracts. When as skilled as she, her type of work paid handsomely. However, there was a type of debt simple monarchs couldn’t fix. That was why she was eager to pray directly to the Vulture of Blood for forgiveness when she was within the mountains.

Dominatrix Diaries: chapter 1 [Fdom] [Msub]

It was the end of 2016 and after 12 months of backpacking around the world, falling in love with a French boy, and getting caught “cheating” with my ex-sugar daddy and then CFO of the largest art auctioneer in the world—I was left heartbroken and penniless. All I had left was a ticket to Paris, scheduled to depart just a month after my relationship had ended. I could have forgotten all about the lifestyle, returned to the corporate world and played victim to the high speed love affairs that had burned me. But I didn’t; I changed that ticket to a flight to Johannesburg, South Africa where I applied for grad school, and started working as a Dominatrix in New York City to finance my education instead.

Although I’d only been in the scene for less than 12 months, I was experienced with BDSM and femdom, having enjoyed my first Female Led Relationship (FLR) during undergrad with a previous boyfriend. We’d only broken up a year prior and after my brief foray as both a sugar baby and vanilla girlfriend, I deeply craved the power and authority kinky sex once provided me. Reflecting on it now, I’ve always been a dominant woman, and have desired to be with a queer and/or submissive man all my life. But because I am so feminine, it’s been difficult for the men in my life to meet or understand these needs. In many ways I was lost, and by answering that NYC Craigslist ad casting for “New Dominatrices willing to be trained”, you could say that I was finding myself.

Party out of bounds (MF) (Anal) (Rape)

The parties at Andy’s house were always awesome. Plenty of alcohol, great music, party games, a good ratio of girls to guys, and plenty of rooms in his big house to sneak off into when the mood hits. Being friends with Andy had its advantages at times, like tonight. David arrived to the party already in full swing. The front door opened into the hectic living room, the couches and plush loveseats already full of guys and girls all gathered around drinking and playing some card game probably designed to try and embarrass the players with its tasks. The TV hanging on the wall was showing some cheesy 80’s music videos even though that’s not the music that was currently playing. The speakers of the sound system were carefully tucked away on the built-in bookshelves in the room, currently blaring something sung by a man with a high pitched voice. Is that The Weeknd? Sam Smith? David didn’t know, he’d heard of them, but that’s just not his kind of music.

Party out of bounds (MF) (Rape) (Anal)

The parties at Andy’s house were always awesome. Plenty of alcohol, great music, party games, a good ratio of girls to guys, and plenty of rooms in his big house to sneak off into when the mood hits. Being friends with Andy had its advantages at times, like tonight. David arrived to the party already in full swing. The front door opened into the hectic living room, the couches and plush loveseats already full of guys and girls all gathered around drinking and playing some card game probably designed to try and embarrass the players with its tasks. The TV hanging on the wall was showing some cheesy 80’s music videos even though that’s not the music that was currently playing. The speakers of the sound system were carefully tucked away on the built-in bookshelves in the room, currently blaring something sung by a man with a high pitched voice. Is that The Weeknd? Sam Smith? David didn’t know, he’d heard of them, but that’s just not his kind of music.

Chris and Jackie: A Love Story P.1 (M/F)

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=== ***Jackie*** ===

I’m waiting there under the lights, with my back against my beater of a Honda. Impatiently, I looked down at my phone, noting how it’s almost 9 PM and that son-of-a-bitch hasn’t shown his face!

“Hey!” came that familiar voice, a little deep but undoubtedly that of a teenager. Chris came jogging towards me, still wearing his lavender graduation cap and gown. “Thanks for meeting me.”

“What is it, Chris. What did you want to talk about?” I asked impatiently as I tapped my foot on the ground and crossed my arms. “I’ve got a party to go to, you know.”

I lied. I don’t have a party to go to. I’m just going back home and drink some beer. My dad doesn’t care if I drink. He doesn’t care about a lot of things.

“Um, I uh…”

He rambled. He’s not usually this frazzled or anything, so I took my keys and started tossing it up and down my hand. “Look, if you’re just going to waste my time then we don’t have anything to talk about.”

[MFF] My first threesome with my girlfriend and a girl I’d cheated with

*I received a barrage of messages after posting my previous story, asking for this one. Honestly, some of your responses turned me the fuck on, so I had to write this down now (and promptly rub one out after). If you’d like to read the original, click here:* [*fucking my roommate’s gf while my gf slept upstairs*](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ry1qo6/mf_hot_tub_fun_with_my_roommates_girlfriend/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)

As you can tell from the title, it wasn’t an ideal situation from a moral standpoint. Cheating is wrong, and I’m an asshole for it. If you haven’t read/don’t feel like reading the previous post, here’s the TL;DR. I fucked my roommate/close friend’s girlfriend after we hung out in the hot tub, while he and MY girlfriend were sleeping in their rooms upstairs. It was the only time we hooked up and I thought it’d never happen again. But man, did I fantasize about that ass on a regular basis.

Another long one, so buckle up! Skip down if you just want the good stuff, I won’t be offended ;)

***Important Characters***

Will meets the painter (part 1) [mf] (fiction, mild, gentle femdom, drugs)

Camille gestured with her hand in a circular motion

“Turn around and face the wall.”

Will looked confused.

“Just do it.”

He shrugged and repositioned himself on the couch accordingly. His eyes scanned the numerous pictures pinned to the wall. There seemed to be no rhyme or reason to their contents or placement. Many had frayed edges as though they’d been torn out hastily. He cleared his throat to speak.

“Have you been here for a while?”

He studied the bright, Day-Glo colors of the print closest to him. An image of a swimming pool under a cloudless desert sky looked back at him. There was something uncanny about it. He read the text printed across the bottom.

“*David Hockney*.”

The picture wasn’t exactly level. There was handwriting scrawled illegibly in the white border, and what looked to be thumbprints of smeared paint on the tacks in the corners.

“Yeah, several years now.”

She got up, walked to the bookshelf and plucked a large hardcover from a row of books, leaving an empty gap where it had been.

“The location isn’t great, kinda out in the sticks, but I like the light… and the building cost practically nothing.”