Slut Girl 4: Sayoko Pulls Out the Stops This is based on the manga of the same name by Isutoshi Ihsa, with all respect towards the original. There I was, feeling like an idiot. Sitting on the curb to my apartment complex, hot, bored, and grumbling. I couldn't believe I was doing this! The name's Satoru. If you don't know by now, I'm rooming with a grade...
The beauty of being in a beach house, right on the sand, was that he just fell out of bed, pulled on his swimmies, jumped into his flip flops and went for a walk on the beach. It was the perfect way to wake up. Actually, most mornings he didn't even bother with the swimmies as the beach was "Naturiste", as were a lot of beaches in this area of France. So, t...
"Sophie! Sophie! Sophie!" the girls all chanted, egging on the gorgeous blonde. The college junior looked at each of her friends in turn, but none of them showed the faintest interest in letting her off the hook. She might have been able to play boys like marionette dolls, but against three BFF's her French charm was powerless. It was time to put up or shut...
Monique woke up in a panic. The orange flip flops were going to take over the cow kingdom unless she poured coffee on a daisy. It made no sense, but it was still an alarmingly apparent thought. However, a cup of coffee didn't seem half bad. She pulled the yellow, chevron blanket covers away from herself and hopped off the bed. With absolutely no grace, she...
I find the sensation of cold wind on a feverish forehead orgasmic. I often wish I had a fever simply to experience the sensation; nothing in life is comparable. Even today, after lying in bed for nearly two days, wracked with fever and malaise, I yearn to open my bedroom window. I know it's not good for me, that it probably makes things worse, but I still lu...
Two more rooms to go and then she could do the corridors. The job was not too bad; if only there wasn't the constant, nagging worry about money. If she couldn't find a way to meet three months' rent in time... Mr Dane had offered her a loan, but she didn't trust him; she'd overheard a conversation about him and it seemed he asked an enormously high rent, and...
I flicked channels. Up one took me to the French news channel that I couldn't understand. Even so I paused briefly, my gaze flicking between the two news anchors, wondering vaguely if they had ever fucked. No, I decided. He was too old for her, and she looked... not unattractive, not boring, but... too professional. But then again, this was France. Who knew...
Maggie and I stopped having sex a few months before our divorce, and two years later I was still in a dry spell. Yeah, two years and counting. I was told guitars are chick magnets, so I dusted off my old acoustic and sharpened my pencil. I ain't no Bob Dylan, but I was happy to be playing and writing again and I frequented coffeehouses with live entertainmen...
A bead of sweat surfaced on the young man's temple, traced a path across his cheek and dripped on to his chest, apparently unnoticed so deep was his concentration on maintaining his metronomic penetration of the blonde woman who knelt before him. Each stroke was slow and measured, the full length of his shaft withdrawn and carefully reinserted. His hands on...
Author's Note: This is a work of fanfiction based on the extremely popular video game, Summertime Saga, by DarkCookie. As some of my readers know, I am a huge fan of the 'Sex Genie' trope and rather than finish my original Genie Chronicles: Make a Wish story, I started up a fanfic using the same mechanics. This chapter is exposition heavy with no explicit s...