Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know or own Beyonce Knowles or Emma Watson or any other celebrities. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. ***** Emma Watson moaned softly and snuggled into the pillow she was resting on when she first started to stir. Then she became aware of two things, firstly that her head wasn't resting...
Catherine was totally transforming now. Her fangs were very long, and her skin was quite pale. She couldn't go out in the daylight anymore. She stood and looked at herself in the mirror. Her image was almost transparent. Yet, from what she could see, she looked very erotic, and sensual. Her master visited her nightly. He had now revealed himself to her. His...
I suppose I took it as a compliment when he said he wanted to photograph me. What girl doesn't want to be the center of attention as she is pampered and posing for a group of admiring men? But let's face it, I also needed the money. As if it weren't hard enough changing the cruel joke played on me at birth physically, the tough part of my emotional side, and...
"That's it, baby, roll that fat ass. Work my black cock. Make me cum in your pussy," Ray told the white married woman moaning beneath him, her hands on his dark ass, urging him to fuck her deeper and harder. He tried recalling the middle-age slut's name. Yeah, she was that easy. The first time he'd ever really talked to her was less than an hour ago. Ray ha...
Inga suddenly had second thoughts about what she had just done. But a part of her wanted the street thug and drug dealer to at least come over to her house. Since that day at the party, the Swedish milf had thought about what it would have been like if she had somehow ended up with Tone and his friends instead of with Marcus Jefferson. She could still rememb...
Flicking through the pages of her precious book Beyonce Knowles came across a set of photos she had taken a few years ago and hadn't looked at in a while. Like all the other photos which brought back such vivid memories these made her smile, Beyonce remembering coming back to her hotel suite expecting to find one of her willing white sluts waiting for her on...
As I sat in the chair, my ankles crossed and tucked in, my little boy clitty was twitching as it lay tucked tightly in the white with cherries thong. It was tight, pulling at my boy hole so that whenever I moved it dug tighter into the crack of my rounded ass. My nipples itched in the cotton bra that fit tightly around my chest reminding me of the work the h...
I was delirious from combat. The English Channel is no place for a pilot to recite patriotic poetry. Scenes from the flick where the hero babbles Rupert Brooke while he waits for the rescue plane are for bullshit pussies. I was too fucked to be a hero. To keep myself awake I kept talking. I said things like this: "My name is Jim, Flight Lieutenant Jim Glow-...
"You sure look pretty tonight Ms. Davis," Eddie said. Tina looked up at the black janitor over her glasses. He always said the same thing. "Why do you interrupt me with the same nonsense every night? And turn off that damn radio in my office. What's wrong with you people?" "Real sorry Ms. Davis," Eddie said. Tina couldn't help but notice how Eddie's mus...
The deed is done December, 2010 This Thanksgiving things changed. Well, actually before Thanksgiving. We have been partying with Robert almost every month for most of the year. He is our preferred play partner for her, and we have modified our Adventuring schedule to coincide with his availability -- in fact, we have dropped contact with most of our "col...