This is a Sequel to May All of Your Wildest Dreams Come Hello, I wanted to preface this story real quick: May All of Your Wildest Dreams Come was the first smut story I ever submitted and I forgot to ask for honest feed back. I have no idea what I am doing other than writing down my own fantasies, some of them maybe obviously wish fulfilment, and with not...
The redhead almost felt sad that she had eaten lunch, knowing she would need all the room she could get, but at the same time, she knew her body would expand as needed. A gallon a person, she thought, and knew today would leave her little more than a human balloon of cum. "How many are there?" She asked, already taking off her blouse. Allie's eyes naturally...
Note: this submission contains scenes of incest. Don't try this at home. ============================= SYDNEY BREMNER'S LOG ENTRY #14 - 02/09/202X - 03:22 PM ADDENDUM TO MY MASTURBATION JOURNAL Still a warm throbbing in my vagina. I've been horny for more than 2h now. Involuntarily. My clitoris is extremely sensitive and more erect than I've ever observ...
Authors Note: Press like if you like it and anyone is welcome to add whatever they want to the story. I like to sleep late which is why it was annoying when my room shook and I heard "WELL THEN I DIDN'T REALIZE YOU STARTED USING WOMEN'S MAKEUP MY MISTAKE JOHN" before something else was said and a door slammed. Doing what was came naturally I rolled...
Author's Note: A story requested by a reader. *** Jennifer rolled over onto her side, facing away from her girlfriend. She felt her do the same, their butts pressing together, though it did nothing to add intimacy to the night. After a failed attempt at riling up her lover there was no redeeming it. All they could do was try and sleep, despite Jennifer's l...
A black 18-wheeler truck parked outside the gym, on its side was the logo Paola disliked: "Futa-Cab." This is going to cost her a fortune, but she had no choice, she ordered the deluxe package. Just as Paola approached the container it opened and white light rushed out flooding the street, Paola had to close her eyes for a moment to get used to the new brigh...
"Carmen?" That voice. Stern, scared and supportive all at once, ran over Carmen's skin like molten nails, warming and hurting her in equal measure. It's source; Alicia Robins, her mother. She was avoiding her for a reason. While Gretchen said she could cover up around her family, Carmen was still scantily clad, to the point that a single slip and her tattoo...
You thought the story had died but it was just my lazy ass refusing to continue. Also I was busy with my girlfriend so I couldn't really focus. Yes, I have a girlfriend now. Well "she" prefers to be called a girl even if she isn't. Without her I would finish this story much faster, but... she gave me some interesting ideas which were too good to ignore. ***...
Alrighty, How are we all? Now, to those of you who followed this story. Thanks for your support. Unfortunately, this is a soft ending for part 1 of The Newest Generation. At 50k words all up, I'm happy to leave it there for the time being. This is to make room in my schedule to get back into the sequel to 'The Beast' my award winning story I released in Feb...
"What the fuck are you talking about?" Gretchen asked, watching Carmen's blank face. Did she finally break or something? It couldn't be. After everything else, it was this that broke her? Bullshit. But that seemed the case, as Carmen didn't answer her, like she was oblivious, then she blinked and focused on Gretchen. A rapid, biting cold poured through her v...