Fantasy 2: BRIDAL SUITE Arnold Craven was facing out through the big window of his Manhattan office, speaking on his cell phone when his pal Johnny Olron strode in. Turning, Arnold finished the call to welcome Johnny whom he was eager to see. “Johnny!” “How’s it hanging old fart?” Johnny said in his standard greeting. “Still tight.” Both laughed aloud....
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. It did not/will not happen in real life and should not be mistaken as such. Author’s Note: Thanks to DarkSwordsmanReturns for the celebrity instructor suggestion! Lesson #8: Ménage à Trois Starring Aubrey Plaza & Elizabeth Olsen Codes: Cons, MFF, Oral, Light Femdom ***** The camera’s started rolling as the lights...
CHAPTER I 1 I awoke to the sun streaming through the windows, forming ice picks, and jabbing through my eyelids and into my brain. Some bastard had filled my neck and shoulder muscles with rusted barbed wire, there was a Linkin Park concert in my head, a small rodent had died in my mouth, and my stomach was sending distress signals to what was left of my...
Celebrity Pickup Game #1: Lucy Liu vs. Shaq Trying her best to stomach a $5 box of stale, barely buttered popcorn, Lucy Liu watched from her seat in section 104, courtside at Los Angeles's new basketball arena, The Staples Center. One of the perks she had treated herself to following her success on Ally McBeal and the subsequent movie roles, including a sta...
Sultry screen babe Rose McGowan and girl pal Millie Sanchez were cruising along the highway in a red and white 1959 Thunderbird convertible going to Fort Lauderdale, Florida for a weekend vacation. Buddies since high-school they were so happy being together again and their time was filled with fun and laughter. Naughty Rose was so intoxicated by bliss that...
January 1st. Two thousand and twenty. Twelve – o – one am. Was the night – the solitary moment – I died for the second time. In a bar awash with the scents of sweat, beer and vile deeds. In a town so drenched in its unforgivable actions it should have been a portal to Hell rather than a shit hole a few scant miles from middle-class suburbia. As the sear...
Tamara and I set out on a partly cloudy, cool fall day to beach-walk, packing some sandwiches, cameras and a couple beers. I'm wearing some tight, slender jeans with a nicely tight thong underneath, along with my lightly insulated, maroon windbreaker with black turtleneck and embroidered black bra underneath. Topping it all off with conservative earrings, ba...
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 characters, promotions, wrestlers, events etc depicted or referenced within. Fantasy is legal. This material is unsuitable to be viewed by those under the legal age limit of viewing pornographic material in y...
First: (1) All the characters in this story are 21 years of age or older. (2) This story is intended for adults only. (3) Unlike the real world where it's important to know who your sexual partner is and to practice safe sex, in all of my fictional tales, no one has any sexually transmitted diseases. (4) In the world of fantasy your proclivities are just tha...
This is a continuation of a multi-part story. If you don't start with part #1, none of this will make sense. ***** After the sex shop on the boardwalk (where I ate out Anna in the changing room to an impromptu orgasm) the rest of the afternoon was relatively uneventful. The four of us shopped for a while longer, then we all sat on the beach sipping drink...