WARNING: The following is a work of erotic fan fiction, the events of which are completely made up and did not happen, and is no true reflection of the persons, wrestlers, events, promotions etc depicted within. This material is unsuitable to be viewed by those under the legal age limit of viewing pornographic material in your current country of residence....
WARNING: The following is a work of erotic fan fiction, the events of which are completely made up and did not happen, and is no true reflection of the video games, characters, developers etc depicted within. This material is unsuitable to be viewed by those under the legal age limit of viewing pornographic material in your current country of residence. Fea...
My apologies to A Night at the Opera. Chico: So now I tell you how we fly to America. Translation: So now I tell you how we write porn in America. Chico: First time we start we getta half way and we run outa gasoline. And we gotta go back. Translation: First time we start we get a rich bitch and a rich hunk and put them in a small, dark room together. Pl...
Whenever I masturbate, I always think about the time I went to audition for a porno film. I had gone to other auditions, and they generally ended the same way—whether it was in an office or in someone’s house. I’d be asked to strip, show it hard and spread my ass cheeks. I would pose, and then the photographer would watch me blow myself, or maybe he would fu...
I think my impending wedding to my fiance brought up the subject. My fiance and I were at my grandparents, looking at their photographs of their wedding. My grandparents, both in their sixties, with silvery white hair, and fading memories, loved to talk to the grandchildren about their pictures. My grandfather had been quite a fellow in his day, according to...
I would like you all to know that I had my hands in my pussy while writing this. All characters are over 18 --------------------------------------------- I was lying down in my room watching the ceiling fan turn in it's circular movement. 'Why don't the guys like my body?' I thought in my mind. All throughout my time at school all of the guys look at me we...
Jane's legs were squeezing tightly around my back while we were getting it on last night as we normally do almost every night. We'd been going at it for a good 15 minutes before the doorbell rang. "Who in the hell could that be this late George?" she yelled while still hunching. "Beats me baby but squeeze a little tighter I think I'm getting close." We...
WARNING: The following is a work of erotic fan fiction, the events of which are completely made up and did not happen, and is no true reflection of the characters, comics, companies, writers etc depicted or referenced within. Fantasy is legal. This material is unsuitable to be viewed by those under the legal age limit of viewing pornographic material in your...
The "Charly" series is written about country musician Charly McClain. Some facts are true, and some are purely my imagination. You, the reader, just have to decide which is true and which isn't. Ms. McClain is a very beautiful and talented musician. No harm was intended towards her in anyway. * Last time we met up with Charly, she was in the studio recordi...
Marion Davies sighed, straightened her shoulders, and pressed "enter" to complete her latest business memorandum. Precise, measured, prudent, she was all those things. Yet, with a moment free, her mind wandered lonely as a cloud. She tossed back her long blonde hair and began to wonder how long it had been since her last passionate interlude. As she ponder...