This is a perverted funhouse fuck parody... It ain't real "This is great babe... It looks like so much fun." "Yeah babe... it's wild... It makes me horny." I was in the control room to my newest perverted idea... a Sex Funhouse. I built it in my backyard. It's two floors of perverted sex fun. There are different rooms and fun places to get off sexually......
Inspired by an idea by enigma3 in the Forum. * They say size doesn't matter, but when you are - whether by length or girth - within the smallest five percent of the population, it's difficult not to feel self-conscious about it. It's difficult to talk to women without imagining their horror, their amusement, their mockery, their contempt. Easier to avoid r...
It was a dark and stormy night. Cliché? Yes. But it was true. And the storm was getting more intense. Sheets of rain, lightning, loud thunder claps. Visibility was minimal. Cars were stopping under the bridges. I ran over some tree branches. Having been on the road for hours and already fatigued, I decided to exit. There was seemingly nothing at the exit b...
Melissa must've known what was coming in the next few months. As a flying trapeze artist, I would be popular with the girls on campus. She wanted to get in early. Her office on the first day certainly achieved that. After our passionate meeting, we walked across half the empty campus on the way to the trapeze rig. A mixture of new and old buildings were sur...
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...
sent by online file sharingSUMMARY: NOTE: Thanks to the amazing Alison Hale for adapting my original story and creating the images that follow. This has been an amazing experience to collaborate on such a story. A fantasy many women like me have dep inside us. NOTE 2: This is the second part to a potentially lengthy series of one woman's (and to a lesser e...
Annette sat alone at one end of the wobbly barroom table, wondering how she had let herself get talked into coming here. She didn't like noisy drunks, and she didn't like loud music. She didn't like alcohol, and she didn't like being flirted with by drooling morons. She didn't like her sister's friends, and, though she tried not to admit it, she didn't like...
Part 1 of 4: The Pledge Emily stood nervously. She was the youngest person in the room full of people. A fresh faced 18-year old who was new to the college system. Her hair was tied in a ponytail. Her thick framed glasses made her look like a nerd. But she tried to be unafraid. She tried to be strong and brave. "Why should we allow you to pledge?" Morgan...
Uncomfortable. Again. Drew Collins had been tossing and turning in his overpriced sleeping bag for what felt like the better part of the whole night. He groans. Another uncomfortable night sleeping in a tent on the hard ground. Drew was on one of his yearly family friends camping trips. The sort of trips people take with old family friends. Drew slips on hi...
I've always been curious about women of another race. But I never really had the opportunity to explore that. Until recently that is. I had taken a part time job as a janitor. It was mindless work, cleaning up factory bathrooms a couple of days a week. I was looking for a little extra money, and the job fit perfectly into my schedule. The only thing inte...