Kirsten Dunst Stories

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Infinite Scroll

Within Amie Ch. 01

by Jayleen88 on Sep 12, 2017
NonHuman

Hi!!! This is the FIRST installment of WITHIN AMIE I'm a part time English speaker so naturally, there would be grammar mistakes and confusing sentences here and there LOL so I'm sorry for that. My close friend wants to edit this series badly so I hope you guys won't mind. I don't have the heart to say 'no' to her LOL – please be understanding if she misse...

Slave Lunas Ch. 18 - Conclusion

by partwolf on Dec 3, 2017
NonHuman

The door opened suddenly, waking me instantly. Beta Tennard stood there, a cattle prod in his right hand, his large body silhouetted in the opening. I could hear the other girls waking, Mary was shaking in my arms. She couldn't sleep unless I was holding her. "Cath-verine," he slurred, "Get your ass over here." I got up, pushing Mary back down onto the bed....

The Chair of Four Pleasures

by julie_julia on Sep 13, 2017
BDSM

I originally wrote this as a chapter of Pleasure In Control but thought it worked well as a stand-alone story. I'm publishing it now because this is where it fitted in the original, between chapters 13 and 14. You might enjoy it more if you've already read the main story. This is dedicated you all you girls with small breasts - you can have fun too. *******...

Exploring New Places

by SutherStyle73 on Aug 19, 2017
Erotic Couplings

It was a beautiful warm day. Oh how I loved to lay out nude and have the suns rays shining down on my bare skin. The tall wood fence gave me all the privacy I needed. I rubbed oil over my round firm breasts, lingering and enjoying the feel of its slick coolness as my hands moved over my nipples. Moving down to my flat tight tummy I covered it and watched it...

The Dream Trap Ch. 05

by Foeofthelance on Sep 19, 2017
Celebrities & Fan Fiction

I woke up to pure blackness. The last thing I remembered was my skull getting intimate with an aluminum baseball bat, wielded by a psychotic football player who was blaming me for killing his father in a short story I had written for school. A short story which, based on the way he was acting, was apparently true. Except it couldn't have been true, because I...

Scorched Earth

by Magicidan on Sep 18, 2017
Loving Wives

It was late on Friday night and I had just missed the8:30 by a couple of minutes. I was in the city for a meeting that ran very late and found myself sitting alone at a bar in Union Station while I waited for the last train home in the 'burbs.. I called my wife and told her not to wait up. I was nursing a drink because my budget wouldn't permit a second wh...

Friday Night at the ABS

by SecretHowl on Sep 14, 2017
Group Sex

I'm Kirsten. I'm unattached, 27 years old, 5'2", 125 lbs. Reddish hair, with fair skin, and a splash of freckles across my face. My body is pretty well toned from working out, and I have begun once again to explore my sexual boundaries. A couple of months had passed since I had first checked out the local adult book store. Although I had made up my mind to...

Mail Girls Ch. 01: The New Start

by dadac on Sep 14, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

First of all, I want to excuse my poor English, I'm not a native English speaker. Thanks to Cambridge Caine and Katie Irwin who created the world of Mail Girls. And thanks to Pete_L who helped me with editing for publishing. If you haven't done it already, read their stories too, as my stories continue after theirs... ***** ***** ***** ***** Guillermo 'Bi...

Elizabeth's Confession Pt. 02

by georgekaplan on Oct 10, 2018
Mature

This story, not just this part, is for Hooked100! An inspiration, to me & I hope to others... (You need to read part 01 to understand Elizabeth's perspective and the reason for her narrative.) * We drove home in silence, George furious. I could see his red face in the dash lights. I smoked incessantly. Filling the ash tray in the console with lipsti...

Midlife

by Lucity on Sep 16, 2017
Romance

"Well, that ended badly." Peter mumbled to himself. He tried to get to his feet. He was sitting on the floor of his living room trying to sort out just what had happened. But his alcohol clouded mind and his stinging cheek made coherent thought a little difficult. He had acted like a prick and he knew it. He made another attempt at standing up but his pant-l...