This is a super sleazy freaktastic fuck parody... It ain't real. This is my second chapter in my sex series about my freaky life... It mixes real life celebrities with TV show and movie characters... It's a wild ass sleazefest run amok... My family will be added gradually to the story... Enjoy my fellow freaks. My Family: My Mom Patty (Patricia Heaton) My...
If you enjoy this story please revisit my last two submissions: Naughty High Class Mom parts 1&2. Thank You, hotteeat60. I would like to express my thanks to istanbulnoir for helping edit this feature. Background In The White Trash Trailer Park: The following story is an account of the wild experiences that a friend of mine had fucking my trailer park ste...
As always: Thanks to "Alpineskier" for editing. Thanks to "Doc" for story consulting. Chapter 03: Full Circle 17 years and 3 months later: My Mom was a hard person to know. I suppose that's why only my Dad's immediate family and friends showed up to her funeral, and they were only here for him. It was an extremely light crowd. To be honest, I'm here on...
In a land far away and long. long ago there in a small village close by the great wood there lived a girl called Elaine. She lived with her step mother who was surprisingly, and against all the odds in a fairy tale, not wicked. Elaine, and many of the local woodcutters did notice however that her step mother had a wicked grin and equally wicked curves whic...
Stories in this contest can be based around any winter holiday, or even just end-of-the-year festive nostalgia and atmosphere. This story could be in any of a number of categories. As the sun sets in the west, this is a love story, so I chose this category. Fair warning. My proofreader, always bubbly and cheerful, simply replied 'Damn you, I cried!' Pleas...
My family came from Westfordshire City. When I was a boy, saying that was a good way to get accused of trolling for sympathy. The post-industrial, postwar economy had been particularly unkind to the city nestled between the hills, and for a few decades its once-beautiful downtown was a wasteland of empty storefronts and abandoned buildings. Nowadays, of c...
Hello everyone. Welcome back to my exciting world of the Ivanovs and the Loess Pack. I tried to stay away, truly I did, but the story just wouldn't be quiet. So many unanswered questions, and who would ask the most. The children would. So here we go once again. It's time to learn the truth. This story is a continuation of the She Wolf Series. Please read...
I based this story loosely on "Little Red Riding Hood" by Charles Perrault, published in 1697. This is a completely original story, but does use characters suggested by Mr. Perrault. In a late seventeenth century English village, the average life expectancy was about Thirty-six years of age (likely due to lack of modern medical cures, and higher child mort...
Dressed in one of her husband's T-shirts and sweat pants, she was standing at the kitchen table making stuffing for the turkey for Christmas dinner. Her hands were buried wrist-deep in a mixture of mashed potatoes, bread, milk, celery, onions, and eggs, squishing it together, mixing it. The goopy mess slid between her fingers as she worked it, trying to get...
Lily's soup was delicious. She had loaded it like a baked potato minus the sour cream, but with extra chives and real bacon bits and tons of cheese. Rogue had had a bowl and a half of soup while Antonio had helped himself to two large helpings and had offered to take the left overs home. Lily had been more than content with the outcome. She even wrote down h...