One day your dreams come true be it you made it happen or you find some sort of magical item that does the job for you who knows. Now you can be anyone you want to be, have who ever you want, and do whatever you want to do with them. You could be a billionaire with a harem of women at your beck and call or just yourself with the added benefit of having the g...
For nearly one hundred years following the outbreak of H1W1, the women of the world have spent their time on their knees desperately catering to the sexual desires of men, in hopes of staving off the coma for just one more day. With all the birth control being taken, it took everyone some time to even notice the virus had evolved and taken away their ability...
It could have been a curse, a spell, someone rewriting reality, it could be any number of things that led to Kevin ending up with a vagina between his legs. But the why is not important at the moment, the why is for Kevin to figure out. Before the story can go any further, we need to know just who Kevin is.What's next? A Horny, Nerdy, Virgin Teenager A Chri...
Tonight is a night just like any other night. Your surfing the web because you've got nothing else better to do. Eventually, out of no where, you find a website called Morph.com. It says it will transform anyone you want into a different person. Since you know this stuff is'nt real, you decide to try it out. Heck, you could turn somebody into a celebrity (at...
John flicked through the channels of on the television. Every time he saw a female celebrity he would grumble under his voice. He had an irrational hatred of them all. He wished he could make them all pay for thinking they were too good for him. After several hours of shouting obscenities at the screen he decided to go to bed. That night, as he slept, he saw...
CHAPTER I I'd just got done with a PPV, or Pay Per View, and was as wore out and battered as a human could get and still be ambulatory. I was dispirited from the death of a friend, angry because he was being treated as persona non grata, or perhaps, non futurus alio, sorry, if I try to keep from shouting about something, I tend to over intellectualize, lik...
(This is just our third attempt at writing an erotic story. If you have positive comments, please feel free to leave them. If you don't like the interracial/black man-white female genre don't bitch, just keep it to yourself.) * It was Friday afternoon and school had just gotten out. My wife Connie taught art at a local School of the Arts and wasn't expecti...
The ink from the nightclub stamps still stains my left wrist. It will take a few more long hot showers and lots of soap to wash off everything else. After one of the longest, mostly sober Saturdays I've had in a couple of years, I staggered home covered in sweat and come (mostly my own)... and an ear-to-ear grin. I'll confess right up front, I really like se...
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Skyler walked around the desk and knelt on the tiled floor in front of Reyne. With both of her hands behind her back, her face was an inch from Reyne's hot hole. Damn, that smells sooo good. Reyne looked down and smiled through her feet full of drool running down her ankles. She winked as she scooted up in her chair so Skyler could get to her anus with no d...