All of the following is complete and total fiction. Not a word of it occurred, nor would it. The Perks of Being a Podcaster by MrMaxLord (MF, MFMF, oral, cons, gloryhole) Chapter 14: Anna Kendrick ***** "Now folks, I bet you're wondering how we top last week's guest," I said to the crowd. "I mean, we had Alexa Bliss. We had the Raw Women's Champion, th...
I have written a trilogy. Each story is perfectly readable and understandable on its own, but if you want to read them in order, start with Charlie then Gary and end with Mark. It will give you a bit more context and continuity. I was sitting in the back row of class, idly doodling while Dr Green - off subject due to a carefully crafted question from Charli...
This morning, Wen had Moto escort her all the way to the Laundry Department. Beforehand, Wen had been making secret little notes about her own thoughts, and ... strangely enough ... diagrams. When she was at the Laundry Department, she saw a large group of women working mostly by hand. Some soaked clothing in cauldrons of hot water with certain chemicals. T...
Author's Note: More pointless, long clothing descriptions will be here. I like wedding dresses. *** Inside the carriage with Princess Arya, Muriel tried to tell her story with a calm voice, but by the end of it she was crying. She believed she had committed a crime, or at least the government would see it that way. She had assaulted the Crown Prince. She...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex. ***** PROFESSOR Eneccor Exobiology Lab, Semut University, Untull City, Gork Prime (Translated to English from Gorkian) Eneccor had been the top science professor at the university for exobiology for nearly 10 solar cycles. He knew that the rampant disease would stop all repro...
Saturday Morning (Part 1): Mrs Petersen Author's note: All characters in this store are over the age of 18. This is a fictional story and any resemblance to any person or place is purely coincidental. I hope you enjoy this story. _________________ It was early Saturday morning and I was awoken by the sound of something smashing against the wall, I could...
A work of fiction, all characters are over 18 years. Best read sequentially starting with chapter one. The cops pay a visit after Myra's and Wendell's big adventure. In a nod to Luedon, I took the ice out of the scotch. ***** We got back to our house about noon after our fleabag motel adventure. Myra sat at the kitchen table while I made a pot of Earl Gr...
This is the last chapter of a story that I first posted in 2015 on this site. It's still relevant, well most of it is. I hope you enjoy it. Oh, as a reminder, you might consider going back to read the opening chapters as much of who these characters are established there, But, as always, it's your choice. Please leave a comment when you've finished, feedba...
Victoria Busch had lived in the aging farmhouse on Neversink Road all her adult life, and even though it was a large place that seemed larger after the passing of her husband a few years back she was determined to stay for as long as she could. The house closest to hers had been empty for quite a while but a couple months ago a single gentleman by the name o...
When Doug got home from the Quik-Mart, she was waiting for him, her exquisite young body draped in a lawn chair, a vision framed within his open garage door like a well-composed picture. Doug switched off the ignition but remained rooted to the seat of his pick-up truck, staring transfixed through the wisp of smoke rising from his cigarette. She wore her tr...