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, promotions, wrestlers, events 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 y...
(I): Hand Relief It all started with the spatter of my cum across the office computer screen. I was standing next to the desk, my trousers and boxer shorts down round my ankles. Emma, my work colleague, was sat on the swivel chair next to me, her jeans off, her legs encased in cream nylon pantyhose, her hand wrapped around my cock, still wanking it as the l...
When you read these stories on-line, you always wonder how much of them is true, and how much is not. The bulk of this story is true, with only the most of the names changed to protect the innocent and in some instances, the deceased. At one time, many years ago, I was really into the "Lifestyle". I had the occasion to meet a large number of couples, includi...
"Let's see now," says Brandon. "What's on Pilfer-Bay today. Hmm," he queries, leaning in close to the monitor to scour the latest list of available downloads. The year is 2060. Scientists now rule North America, ever since a black matter orb entered the solar system. Dubbed 'Flipstar 1', it orbits the sun three time a day, wreaking havoc with solar flare r...
Meet Karen Ambrose, a six-foot-tall, blonde-haired and green-eyed, chubby and plain, fifty-something white woman living in the City of Amarillo, Texas. Karen is like those typical Karen types seen on the news. She is nosy, full of herself, entitled, and obsessed with her neighbors. Karen has recently entered therapy due to her problems, and her doctor has su...
Sometimes goodbye's the only way. My name is Minerva Ramirez, and I'm a young woman of Mexican descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I am the mother of two biracial sons, Elijah and Matthew, and recently got divorced from their Jamaican father, Jefferson Keen. Long story short, folks? I couldn't stand to share my bed with a man who cheated on me. Ch...
Marisol Ryan is at it again. The gal just can't seem to keep sex off her brain. This five-foot-eleven, blonde-haired, green-eyed, alabaster-skinned Irishwoman is a sexual dynamo. Currently, she's lying in bed, fingering herself while watching her boyfriend Hector Brown as he slept in their bed. He had come late, and she hadn't known where he was. She'd been...
I don't own any of the characters of Desperate Housewives. They belong to Marc Cherry. I'm only borrowing them... ***** "Hilarious," Bree van de Kamp gave a delicate laugh and let her fingers move to the young man's arm at the table beside her, positioning them casually just above his wrist and stroking gently through the soft dark hair that covered the yo...
Author's Note: Thanks for all the comments everyone. This is my first foray into erotica and its been lots of fun so far letting my imagination go wild. In response to some of the feedback, this is basically a story that teaches the moral "who says you can't save the world by fucking around?" And if the moral is anything to go by, we really can't expect the...
Cassie hunched over the bar lazily, her elbows up and chin resting in her soft palms. Her tongue flicked mindlessly over the pair of symmetrical studs embedded in her lower lip. She glanced around the bar for the millionth time, vision partially obscured by the long evergreen hair that draped in front of her left eye. She stood at the bar, waiting patiently...