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Jordyn Jones Tastes Her Asshole

by alicetinycf on Feb 3, 2021
Fetish

"Oh God, I am sooooooo bored!" Jordyn Jones, 19 year old blonde internet star, was lying on the couch in the Mexican villa her family had rented. It was December 2019 and her parents had booked the place for a two week winter vacation. Today, Jordyn's parents and her two brothers had headed out to visit some historical ruins, but she had preferred...

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Be Careful What You Wish For Ch. 03

by mjbarbag on Sep 13, 2017
Erotic Couplings

Chapter 3: Birds, Bees, and a Serpent in the Garden Mr. Smith and Friday returned from breakfast full. He removed his jacket and without a word climbed the stairs into the bedroom. Friday sat on the couch and opened the newspaper they picked up at breakfast. "Please come up, Friday," Smith called after a few minutes. "Yes, Mr. Smith?" Friday asked as she...

Writing FETISH Fiction

by MorganHawke on Sep 1, 2017
How To

-----Original Message----- "Could you do a guide on how to make a decent PWP revolving around Fetishes with things like 'Add detail,' and 'Don't make it choppy?' -- Furry Fan ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ What makes Fetish fiction unique from any other kind of Erotic fiction? What makes ANY genre of fiction unique from any other? The DETAILS or more specifically, wha...

WWE

by dmx31697 on Jan 6, 2004
Fan Fiction

Your name is Tony Denucci you are the new talent scout of the WWE. You got the job because you grew up with a former wrestler in the WWE, Jeff Hardy. His brother Matt was also a friend and when he heard that Vince(McMahon) had just fired your predcesor, he had Vince give you a call. After a couple of interviews and alot of historical wrestling talk Mr. McMah...

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Movies and Memory Ch. 01

by gunhilltrain on Oct 31, 2018
Reviews & Essays

now look, Captain, I want the walking wounded at their posts, we can't spare a man, if these Huns knew our ranks were thinning they'd eat us alive and rape our women and children and, god help us, our pets too! Charles Bukowski Stomping at the Savoy I once saw an interview with a young Matt Dillon in which he was asked about the first movie he had ever seen...

The Virgin Continent

by crunchyspag on Sep 26, 2017
Erotic Couplings

It is the Age of Discovery. For thousands of years, the Eastern Hemisphere has conducted its business internally, largely oblivious to the other half of the world, separated from it by two vast oceans. However, advances in sailing have allowed this obstacle to be overcome by those brave enough to attempt it. Vast forests cover this dark territory, which has...

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Crowning Glory

by Spoox on Dec 24, 2019
Fantasy

Baron Bartholomew cracked open the door of his daughter's bedchamber. Like the Lord's prayer, it was a dawn ritual he had developed after the death of his eldest son. He gazed upon the young woman in proud silence, watching her chest rise and fall under the rich silk sheets he had brought back from Palestine. Christine looked safe while locked in her dreams....

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Two Queen Size Beds

by hickoryfarmer on Sep 15, 2017
Mature

Some day I'm going to check into a motel where the desk clerk speaks English. It's not that hard to understand, we want a room with two queen size beds. Two women in town for one night to go to the convention next door and we're straight. Me, the gray haired granny and my friend Wendy, the one with the enormous boobs the guy kept staring at while I filled ou...

Classic Canadiana

by Clive Cromwell II on Sep 14, 2017
Erotic Couplings

As the red hull of the canoe moved smoothly through a slight chop on the lake, Danny dipped his paddle and pulled strongly toward the far side. It was a near-perfect day on the lake; sunny, a light breeze and the smell of summer in the air. In the stern, Danny had his sites set on the far side of the lake, a spot he knew would hold some voracious trout. Thi...

Lovers (k)not

by broom11 on Sep 26, 2017
Fantasy

„Finally!” my friend Alex exclaimed when the ancient cabin appeared in the meagre light of the cellphone. “My batteries are almost dead.” Three weeks ago my great-aunt Bernadette had shuffled off the mortal coil, and her belongings had been divvied up among her remaining relatives. Luckily the reading of her will hadn’t devolved into the frenzied infighting...

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