He knew she would not be late, yet he watched for her out of the upstairs window regardless. All was in place and he was looking forward to pushing their experience. Arriving just in time, she walked confidently toward the house. She had on a rich wine coloured, body hugging shirt, a short black skirt, taupe panty hose, and her infamous fuck me boots. Her ha...
The plan was coming together nicely. Weeks had now passed since his ordeal and humiliation at the hands of Liz and Rafiq and Nicky used the time to make the necessary recruitment. It had been risky revealing exactly what the plan was to his prospective cohorts, but Nicky had selected them wisely: four lads from college, late teens, early 20s, he knew would b...
THIS IS A PARODY...IT IS NOT REAL...IT IS FICTION *** Rachael Ray was sitting in her dressing room drinking herbal tea and trying to recover from her hangover. She was up late partying the night before in the Hamptons. It was an exclusive, private party with a unique twist. It was a bondage orgy party. You see Rachael is not only the Queen Of Mean, but she...
Let me know if you liked it. Please vote and comment. -------------------------------------- Bloop! Something interrupted her thoughts. She was sitting in front of her mirror, mostly dozing off. She couldn't quite remember what it was she had been thinking about. That's always so frustr... Bloop! She realized that the noise was coming from her computer...
SEX FICTION... NOT REAL I was sitting in the WWE Headquarters office of the one and only Stephanie McMahon. She and I know each other very well. We used to go out. We've shared some fun memories over the years. Stephanie walked in and greeted me, hugging me, kissing me on the cheek. "James... long time no see. How have you been dear?" "Great. You're looki...
My mom, Christina, had been at war with one of her students, Zack, the starting quarterback on the university's football team. The meathead, who was left behind a year, had no trouble getting girls his age...hell, I think half the campus wanted him. Guys were forced to be his friend because if you weren't his friend, he was your bully. Christina was the law...
I’ve been dressing as a girl since I was a teenager. I’m now 28 and while I don’t live full time as a girl I handle it about 75% of the time. I’m 5’9” and weigh 140-45. My eyes are green gray, my hair is auburn today. I’m well put together and pass anytime I go out dressed with hardly a second look. And that extra large clit I have is seven inches when...
About a year ago, I met this guy Tyrell. Due to the wonderful powers of the internet and myspace, he sent me a couple messages, and since we worked in similar businesses, I figured there was no harm in continuing to talk to him. We'd exchange the occasional message every few weeks, and keep saying that we should meet up and swap business cards since he's a m...
A snippet from my mind on the journey from London to York... By the time I get onto the train to York I've fucked 17 people. I know, because I counted them. I don't remember them all, though I'm guessing they'll remember me. At least for an hour or two. It started with Monserat, the only one whose name I know - not that I bothered to ask, but she was cle...
Recently my husband, John, and I had a disagreement about a teenage actress in a movie that we had just rented. I remarked that she'd changed a lot since she was a child and my husband asked where I had seen her before. I named the movie that I remembered her from, and John insisted that I was thinking of someone else, as usual. We missed several minutes o...