*This story uses characters created for and owned by Jay Ward Productions and is unauthorized.* * "Peabody here (dog genius), and this is my boy Sherman. Say hello, Sherman." "Hello," said Sherman. "Where and when are we going today, Mr. Peabody?" "Set the Wayback Machine for Cairo, Egypt and the year 1916, Sherman. We're off to visit Lt. T. E. Lawrence...
Defining Qualities of LezBromeo and other LezBros: 'Has a PLAN if a zombie or other apocalypse occurs. Shares this plan in detail. Because well, you need to know.' ANNND He has a 'signature look' that signals there is danger and 'we're going out blazing.' This way you know to suit up, because you don't want to miss the action! 'Takes you out for shots when...
This story is fiction. It is NOT the truth. It is meant to entertain and cause erotic arousal, not portray actual events. If you are under 18 years of age or offended by blatant sex and strange and perverse sexual acts, then don't read the FRIGGIN story. If you like it, excellent. * "C'mon Candy let's get going" she heard her friend True say. The two women...
You have been going to this club for awhile and you get to know the owner who has noticed your lovely body. He asks you if you would be interested in working as a hostess, looking after his more important clients. After giving it some thought, you agree as the money is good. He agrees to supply your wardrobe and, on your first night, you go to his office an...
Cindy shifted the gearshift up to first, so the stick wouldn't poke her belly and then she smiled that shy super smile that women do when they know you about to totally go under their power. Then she leaned down and across and unzipped me and started in to sucking my dick. The tops of her breasts rubbed against my thigh. I reached across while she bobbed up...
This is my first attempt at a story on here... So be nice, and please comment! * Christopher's eyes flutter, half closed, half open, flashing light stinging them. The pulsing beat of an electronic beat fills the room, soon echoed by his own racing heart. His t-shirt is a hint sweaty, as is he, bronzed skin gleaming in the multicolored lights. Pressure is a...
We were dancing. I could feel the heat from both of their bodies as we moved to bass in the music. I relished in the softness of her body in contrast to the hardness of his. I close my eyes and let the beat pulse into my hips. I feel hands on me. My eyes are still closed so I can't tell who is touching where; but I don't really care. I'm sure at least one...
My dear Marion, My darling. My love. As you receive this letter, I hope you find someplace private to read it my dear. Do you know what today is? It is the one-year anniversary of the day we first made love and what a glorious one year it has been. As I write this, my dear, I cannot but look forward to the next time I see you again - today evening at you...
Dearest, I am sitting here looking out the window at the garden you planted last spring. I am sure you remember it well. You begged and pleaded for a small plot to practice your green thumb abilities on. Eventually, I caved in and rented a soil tiller at the local lawn and garden shop. One lovely Saturday, the sun bright and not too hot, we measured off a 6...
It is a truth universally recognised; that a woman in need of a fuck is likely to have that need satisfied much more quickly that a man with a similar need. It made sense therefore, that when my partner Sue and I decided to experiment with swinging, Sue should take the lead. She would select her swapping partner and I would get his other half by default. We...