Author's Note: This is a revised version of the first "Alternate Fantasy". I decided to redo it because I wasn't satisfied with how the first version turned out. Hopefully it will turn out better this time. She could hear them laughing. They were laughing at her struggles made pitiful by the ropes that held her. Her hands were restrained, as were...
I had gotten off at Honolulu International Airport and checked into a hotel. It was unbearably hot and I was wearing a Hawaiian shirt, half open with nothing on underneath, shorts and sandals. If anyone from back in L.A was to see me dressed like this they would seriously take the piss out of me, the guy never seen in anything but Armani, dressed as a beach...
From the author I am Jack Vitale, writer of erotic fiction. My work is hot and graphic. Like all my stories, these erotic tales featuring celebrities and characters taken from television and movies, are by no means true. They are fictional fantasies from a mind so lurid, no one is off bounds. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead is purely coinc...
Hey everyone, I have another 3C story for you. Be warned this one is a little bit different from the usual 3C storyline. This follows Duality and The Real Party. Contains: futa, celebs, etc. Everyone is over 18. Comments and feedback welcome. Enjoy! *** Emma Stone sighed as the hotel door shut behind her. Home again. Not her real home back in LA. This wa...
Disclaimer - This story is a work of fiction, did not happen, and has no basis in reality. All characters presented are over the age of 18. ***** "So when do I get to fuck you?" Emma Roberts looked up from her phone to stare at the guy across from her in the limousine - he'd already started to unbuckle his belt. She'd known agreeing to one of these Win a...
Hey guys, thanks for the positive feedback back from part 1, I appreciate it. I hope you enjoy part 2! And a special thanks to donut_plains for helping with my choice of celebs. Everyone is over 18, and this story is a work of pure fiction and so on and so forth. On with the story. ************************ The last few hours for Lt. Henry Johnson had bee...
The girls lived in a gigantic toadstool. Their bedrooms were in the cap, along with the bathroom and kitchen. Most of the rest of the living area was outside, where the overhang sheltered it from the sun and rain. There was a wicker living-room set, a dining table, even a stereo and TV built into the stalk. Hearts don't much care for privacy, it seems. The...
Neeta knocked on Manish's bedroom door. He woke upon the fourth knock and said aloud, 'come in, the door's open' Neeta entered the bedroom and Manish was surprised. 'Anything's the problem, aunty?' 'Yes, honey', she said coming to him, swaying her hips suggestively. 'I just saw a scary movie. I am a little frightened. Can I sleep with you?' Manish was fla...
Even at twilight when the air should be cool, I found myself fanning my face with the magazine I had been reading and grasping a glass of ice water between my legs. It felt so relaxing to have the beading of the water run down the smooth glass, onto my thighs pooling on the seat beneath me, occasionally running down into my shorts. My body felt so tired from...
Hi again Last story was too long by all accounts, though some enjoyed it. Those that understood it I guess. Thought I'd pop this short one in before I go off on holiday. Hope I've managed a half way house with the hang 'em and dump them brigade. I enjoyed writing this one, so maybe I'll make a little series of similar stories. Any bright ideas? Sorry, no...