Disclaimer: I do not intend for anyone to mistake this as being true and real. It is a fictional story involving fake versions of celebrities all over the age of 18. ***** Chapter 5: Consequences January 2013 'So this is the second time the two of you have worked together,' I said to the two stars in front of me, it was one of the final questions of a lo...
As soon as I drove home couldn't wait to try on my new dick! Going to the bedroom I strapped "cock" viewing myself in my full length mirror. The end inside my vagina felt so good inside me stimulating all the right places especially my G-Spot. As soon as I turned on the vibe I came. I was so horny I didn't hear the door open and Michael walk in on me. His ja...
Emmie paced around the small room rather fretfully, wondering what on earth she was going to do. She desperately wanted into the sorority that she'd applied to, even though she'd known from the getgo that it required its freshmen members to sexually satisfy the frat brothers of a neighboring house. That fact was the worst kept secret on campus. But every gir...
How can I still be alive? Time held no meaning for him. Davariel's life had become a blur of continuous torture. If they weren't fucking him, they were beating him, tearing his flesh, biting out chunks of it. Only his face remained untouched. They told him Lucifer wanted the privilege of ripping Davariel's pretty face off himself. He dreamed of Luciel, dri...
I join you in the livingroom for a relaxing evening. I see you are reading a novel that you've been looking forward to and decide not to interrupt, lying on the couch with my head on your lap. I pick up the remote and look through the channels for a movie that might catch my interest, or maybe a documentary... finally deciding that a book sounds good and tur...
Heather held John's hand ever-tighter as they stood quietly in the elevator looking at the floor indicators blinking their way toward the lobby. When the doors opened they strolled though the hotel's atrium and emptied out a back entrance toward the ocean. By the time their feet hit the cool sand shaded by palms at the top of the beach his fingers had turned...
Post holiday blues settle in around the 10th of January. The pretty lights all packed up for the year and the friendly attitude of pre - Christmas folks have settled into an impatient tolerance. Sitting in front of the computer, I let my mind wander back to the department store and the stranger who gave me a little unexpected present. Grinning, I push my han...
I went outside and stretched out on my lounge chair face up. Knowing smiles were exchanged between Dana and Amália, but thankfully neither of them said anything to me. Within a minute, Jana rejoined us. We sunned for another half-hour or so, then Amália left to get ready for her date and the rest of us went inside to shower one by one. We watched a movie (En...
I was fighting off a wave of post-orgasmic sleepiness, slowly regaining my breath. Madison scooted over and cuddled me, her bottom still pointed skyward, then she pecked me on the cheek. "How are you feeling?" she asked, as if boasting about her vaginal and anal acumen. "Oh, wow, still tingling." "You're super stimulated." "Yeah... I guess... Whatever it...
This is a stroke story. It's ridiculous and unrealistic. No one is worried about STDs, sizes are exaggerated, and people can fuck for hours without chafing. Enjoy it for what it is. * I grabbed my anthropology professor's hips and pulled her back, driving my own hips forward at the same time and thrusting myself deep into her ass with as much force as I c...