Ch. 13 - Preday Training I had just gotten done with my workout and was back home taking a shower when I heard the telephone ring. I dropped the soap and made a mad, naked wet dash to pick up the call before the third ring. Those were Cindy's, well actually all the "girls'" rules. When I picked up the telephone it was Friane on the other end. "Hi Slut, how...
The Biker Initiation I Didn't Want To See My name is Pete and I am one of the founding members of the Harley Hoon Bikers! Seven of us got together and formed our Club about 7 years ago and it has been a wonderful success ever since we first started. We now have about 50 members and all of us are very well known for our very sensible activities outside of th...
Dear Students: As we reach another chapter in the study of the evolution of the Prussian Theory of Dialecticism of the Sexual Adolescent, we reach the point where youthful fantasy reverberates into the real world. The question presented is if the primal adolescent fantasy could exist, how would it really work, out there amongst the world? Ya, Ya, I kno...
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know or own Beyonce Knowles or Anna Kendrick or any other celebrities. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. ***** Beyonce was just about back to feeling like her normal self, helped by the fact that she was back in an exclusive party for the rich and famous and surrounded by beautiful white...
My name is Alicia Joanna Silverman. I'm the Head Trainer of Secret Fat Camp in the city of Norwood, Massachusetts. It's a camp where big women who want to shed a few pounds can go. It's a nurturing yet challenging environment. I ought to know, I've been coming there for years. Now, I am in charge of it. It's my ship and I run it with a tight fist. Any fatt...
The man sat at a corner table in the coffee shop surreptitiously eyeing off the woman sitting on a stool at bar. She was dressed in a navy blue suit; her jacket was open, revealing well-formed breasts swelling her white satin blouse, which opened to the second button so that a hint of lace bra was displayed. Her legs were crossed and her skirt had ridden up...
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know or own Carmella or Asuka or Ember Moon or Kairi Sane or Liv Morgan or Naomi or Zelina Vega or any other former or current WWE women. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. * Asuka was so frustrated over what happened with Charlotte Flair. It had been bad enough that the delusional bottom...
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know or own Asuka or Dana Brooke or Emma or any other former or current WWE women. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. * Asuka chuckled as she entered her modest hotel room to fine two naked juicy female asses hanging off the bed. She'd only just arrived in Philadelphia, a day early for th...
Hooray for numbers, and more than just 69. Give me eleven other bitches in one room, mix in three bottles of wine, a couple of snorts of straight rye and I can put the U.S. Census Bureau to shame when it comes to collecting data. All it took was a little buzz, a little encouragement and the ladies would tell everything they knew. Give me a pad and pencil and...
"I'm getting tired of them Allen," I complain as I enter my house "Why do they have to stare?" He doesn't say much, he just sits there at his desk looking at me. "What happened this time?" his smooth voice says to me. That voice alone is all I need to soothe me, that and some other things...but, back to the matter at hand. "They were whispering about me a...