Two women with torn up clothing revealing their undergarments, an African American and Caucasian, quickly ran into a room with a a powerful red door and sealed it off. Once it was closed, the women backed up as other people began to furiously beat at the door in a desperate attempt to get in. They were all pale, milky eyed, and sickly looking women of volupt...
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Chapter One Happy Valentine's Day 1980 I could look out the window. I could look at the window. I could look in the window. That day I did all three. Snow covered the city street like a bleached sheet, a thin clean layer. White would become as gray as the gunmetal sky but grimier eventually. Even in the congested metropolis it would take awhile. Not much...
One day your dreams come true be it you made it happen or you find some sort of magical item that does the job for you who knows. Now you can be anyone you want to be, have who ever you want, and do whatever you want to do with them. You could be a billionaire with a harem of women at your beck and call or just yourself with the added benefit of having the g...
Chapter Six Three Valentine's Days Later Vanessa hung from her mother's nipple, suckling, sucking milk from an amazingly larger tit than I had first tasted, strapped into a papoose so Jill could man her camera. She filmed me being inundated by pussy from two gorgeous porn stars, the youthful blonde on my covered cock and the veteran brunette on my mouth wh...
This is a Valentine's Day contest story. Please vote. * An older man dies happy with a smile on his face on Valentine's Day. "You knew the deceased?" Detective Walter Martin watched her every facial expression and body movement. Looking for lies with an experienced, albeit jaundiced eye, a slight pause, an eye blink, a nervous twitch, and/or change in bo...
1. There was something about her, but Ray wasn't sure what it was. He watched the numbers on the gas pump count up and tried not to be obvious, but he couldn't stop himself from listening. "I'll be there in a few," she said, "I'm putting two dollars in my gas tank. I hope that'll get me to the next check." Her bearing was erect but her movements were stil...
Chapter Two Valentine's Day Gets Happier A great dinner featuring incredible food and easygoing conversations, most of them with fellow couples celebrating love day, Jill surprising me with her ease of conversation with these strangers, became followed by an amazing concert. McCoy Tyner, John Coltrane's pianist during the sixties, had been playing solo a...
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, video games, franchises, developers 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 materia...
Fake Breasts or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love My Body Fake breasts, they're everywhere. They're in girly magazines, movies, on the streets and in our homes. In the last decade we have been inundated with these ugly, gravity defying, unnatural attachments to the female form, and this blitz of ballooning busts seems unlikely to peter out in the nea...