WARNING: The following is a work of erotic fan fiction, the events of which are completely made up and did not happen, and is no true reflection of the persons, wrestlers, events, promotions etc depicted within. This material is unsuitable to be viewed by those under the legal age limit of viewing pornographic material in your current country of residence....
Note: this story is inspired from another story, theme is same but rewrote for Pakistani wife's sexual adventure as an escort in USA. ***** Bablee's husband was going to Pakistan to attend funeral of his elder brother and will return after three weeks. She would have plenty of time to have kinky fun with her friend Sara who lives in neighbor. She had gone...
A fantasy by Julie Van, Curt B and Wunderboi. ****** Chloe was in a constant state of excitement caused by all the exhilarating things that were going on in her life. For one, at 18 years old she was regarded as being an Adult which meant there was little that she was legally not allowed to do and that thought alone thrilled her. In truth, she was still em...
I yawned and looked at the clock on my screen. It was 18:30. "Fucking Hell" I muttered to no one in particular. But it wasn't as if anyone was around to hear. I was all alone in the office and it was Dec 22nd -- Black Friday. Incidentally, it was also the day of the annual Christmas Party. To my non-UK readers, Black Friday was dubbed so by the emergency s...
Note- Totally fiction. I have never met Emma Watson and this never happened. xxx I had decided after my most recent disaster trying to help out young men and women in need of guidance and support that I would turn to something that I knew best. No, not fucking. Acting. The organised free dinner for the needy and unemployed in South London had backfired bad...
(I was recently doing some carpentry work at an escort agency. As I was retiling a floor in one of the attendant's rooms, I came across a diary of sorts. It was twenty pages long, but seeing as how I was on lunch and getting bored, I decided to read it. It was the true story of an escort who loved her work as a hand job specialist. I made a photo copy of it...
The school bell had rung as Michael was walking nervously towards his wife's classroom: he had dismissed his class early in anticipation for today's "extended lunch break." That was Shawn's euphemism for a ritual he made the three of them go through weekly: they would go to a sandwich place near the school and grab a bite, chatting innocently, perhaps with s...
I was awakened the next morning with a tongue eating me. I slowly opened my eyes to see Liv's head between my thighs. I felt different seeing Liv's head and the feeling of her tongue upon my pussy like I was being loved. I had not felt this good about sex since I was with Joe. I placed my hands on the back of her head to keep her from pulling away. I starte...
I come into the house, wearing a black velvet jumper, an ivory silk blouse, black thigh highs and heels. I kick off my shoes and pull the jumper over my head as I head towards you. I kiss you as I unbutton my blouse, shrugging it off my shoulders, carelessly letting it fall to the floor. The black satin bra clings to my full breasts. My pale skin between the...
Today I met this guy who is young enough to be my son, and guess what, I was so turned on by him, that I had to have him in my bed. I met Terrance and although he is only 20 years old, I was so turned on by him, that I had to have him. Terrance looked into my eyes, and I was so happy because I knew that he was feeling the same thing I was feeling and that w...