Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction and does not in any way reflect the thoughts or actions of Jessica Alba. It is written for the enjoyment of those who read erotic material and I do not make any money off writing it. A/N: Guess I'm in the mood to write again. Not too long ago I did a Sin City story and that got the ol' wheels in my perverted hea...
This story is dedicated to a different Rickie. She dressed like a hooker, had a heart of gold, and was the hottest thing I ever clapped eyes on. The girl also taught Sunday school. xxxx I drove the Jaguar down off the highway, around some winding chicanes and through the palm groves that sheltered Morningstar Beach. It was clear and sunny, and when I woun...
"What's another word for the entrance to a woman's vagina?" Artie Goodwin leaned back in his chair, glancing over at his friend Jack Frazier who was lounging on his couch. Artie's hands were poised over his keyboard prepared to begin typing again as soon as inspiration struck, or Jack answered whichever came first. "Cum catcher? Hairy highway to paradise?"...
Fantasy, celebrity, big tit baseball is coming to a stadium near you. As a payback to its adult fans who are unable to afford the price of admission and who loyally watched baseball games at home, the Boston Red Sox have a bright idea of mixing sex with baseball. Wow! Sex and baseball is something that naturally go together like chocolate chips in cookies....
Susan sat smugly in the back of the FBI vehicle. Mr. Asshole Mark Miller, big time FBI creep couldn't tell the difference between amniotic fluid and piss. She looked over and leered, "If I lose my baby I'll see that you're screwed; screwed but good." Agent Miller silently gnashed his teeth. The vehicle sped on into the night. It was a huge SUV, but had no...
This story is part of a stand-alone continuation of my Road Trip series (see the end of 'Road Trip – California' for a list of the chapters of that series, in the order to be read). You need not read that series to enjoy this series. Although real places and celebrity names are used for realism, this story is fiction. Please 'read, enjoy, vote, and comment.'...
Author's note: The title and theme of this story come from a song by Joan Baez from around 1969 or 1970, about her relationship with Bob Dylan. ^ ^ ^ ^ It was late in the afternoon in late November, already getting dark on a cold, dreary day that promised snow later that night. I was at a particularly rough spot in the novel I was working on, and I had de...
Note: The descriptions and accounts in these stories are fictional and do not portray any actual people or events. It all started on a typical LA evening. As usual, the guys were sitting around talking football, and the girls were left to entertain themselves. The main topic of male conversation was always ridiculing the never to be sufficiently damned...
Tucked away in a small corner of India, somewhere up in the Himalayas is the Best Exotic Celebdom Hotel. Shrouded in the Himalayan mists and secrecy, only open to its elite clientele of discreet celebrity femdommes, the hotel provides a welcome retreat to various rich and powerful women and a place for them to indulge their various nasty fetishes. The rules...
Freddy was real there was never no movie, He was restless he hated that he had thought that revenge would feel better once he did so, but it did little to ease his wicked mind, however the dream demons had told him that the Elm Street sign was going to be planted in Hollywood, and that he could invaded the dreams of any eighteen year old and older celebrity...