"Masturbating? Ew, gross!" "She fucked him. Can you believe that slut?" "You're not one of those losers who watches porn, are you?" These phrases and others like them began to invade Amanda's mind. Things from her past that had been said to her and had stuck with her throughout many years. She recalled strange feelings she'd had in her life, feelings of d...
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know or own Becky Lynch or Sasha Banks or any other former or current WWE diva. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. ***** Sasha Banks was on top of the world as she walked through the latest arena she was gracing her presence with. She was the NXT women's champion, and more importantly the...
It's not that I had fallen out of love with Dusty. In all honesty, I'm not sure I really loved him in the first place. I probably only ever really loved Dusty's black and gold Firebird. We were friends, and we got along well. We looked good in our senior prom pictures, and he was reliable. That's why I married him right out of high school. He was safe, and t...
Bartered Orgasms with Agonies of Faith (Part One. Possibly stand alone.) (An "adult" read of more than 10,000 words. This is an effort to touch on the implications of whoring in periods of social tumult and political upheaval. There are no pretensions of expertise in the history and culture of South Africa. The author is acquainted, however, with knowledg...
On the plane, we took to come back to Italy, there was another mixed couple like us: he was Italian, and she was from Moscow. They had the seats close to ours, just on the other side of the corridor. So we started to talk, and we became friends. They too had come to Moscow for the New Year, to visit the parents of hers. And they too lived in Tuscany, close t...
Saturday came and Susan was wondering how Sam would approach her, what would he say that would lead them to go into the bedroom and she to give herself to him. She was both apprehensive and excited at the prospect of having her sexual need satisfied by a cock instead of her vibrator. The rest of the morning passed quickly, neither she nor John mentioned any...
The door to the reception hall slid silently open on well-oiled iron hinges that predated the oldest man in the room by several lifetimes. I had worried that the reception would have wound down in our absence, but I was grateful to see it still going, the handful of waitresses dressed in simple black thongs and black heels milled amiably around the tables, s...
This is a continuation of Old Folk 1. It occurs about eleven months from Mark arriving at Frank's house. ------------- It had been eleven months since that day when I arrived at Honey and Frank's house. It was about 1am at night as I stood in a quiet street waiting for Frank to pick me up. I had just finished with my last client for the night a good blowjo...
Absurdist. All characters are well beyond 18. These characters never lived or had being. They do not intentionally resemble any person living or dead. Apologies for the failure to post as intended. Had unforeseeable difficulties. There are 12,000 words in this part. ***** MOVING RIGHT ALONG... To the untutored eye, Sophie McPherson was unconsciously displ...
Would you be our full-time cross-dressing lesbian boislut? Of course you would. I knew that from the moment we'd made you beg to be fucked whilst dressed in a red corset, knickers and stockings ensemble. Your clothes matched those of me and my new student girlfriend, and your makeup was messed only by our juices. It was easy to make you submit after that....