Madonna Stories

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The Hairley Street Doctor Ch. 1

by belab on Sep 13, 2017
Fetish

I am a Doctor and have been practicing in England now for many years. I am a general physician and my practice has over the years really taken off. My chambers are at the famous Harley Street. But amongst some of my patients I am better known as the "Hairley Street Doctor." I am of Asian descent and have been married for 20 years I am married and have one so...

Shakira's Ass Sniffer

by Neilolm on Sep 17, 2017
Celebrities & Fan Fiction

Shakira. She of Colombian-Lebanese descent, hot Latina looks and recently blonde hair. She also had a killer body and, especially, a killer ass. Always encased in either leather or Spandex, it always moved as if it was a totally separate entity. It was also a smelly ass as, while not as publicly known as, say Jenny McCarthy, Sarah McLachlan or Tyra Banks, Sh...

The Ventriloquist

by justincbenedict on Sep 16, 2017
Humor & Satire

THE VENTRILOQUIST (Or, "Which one's the Dummy?") Okay, like, I don't know why it happened, but it was fuckin' weird, man. I was sitting in the lounge of Texas Tommy's Boi-Toi Ranch, when they got an outcall for a "Big strong, hustler". As Mickie at the desk said, they wanted the biggest boy there, ALL OVER. Next to "Detroit Half-Smoke" Willard, who's...

Andrew's Answer

by Icetiger1227 on Sep 17, 2017
BDSM

It was a new adventure for him, being in his mid fifties and getting transferred halfway around the world. Michael was a grocery manager who had taken a dozen stores from near closure to thriving businesses. The European company had bought out the North American company that he worked for and transferred his life into a whole new world. No, more snow, six mo...

Palio and the Cucumbers

by TheWriterZola on Jun 19, 2019
Erotic Couplings

"You have to get the cucumbers from the fridge. Go ask Palio to help you. We need the whole box." You may read that as a single sentence, but Big Berto punctuated each period with breaths. Big fat breaths pushed out of his chubby, lovable fat face while his huge broad belly worked to get the breath out. He loved food and his girth reflected it. The typica...

The Rendezvous Ch. 02

by AchtungNight on Sep 16, 2017
Celebrities & Fan Fiction

Celebs: Keri Russell, Alicia Witt, Evan Rachel Wood, Erika Christensen. Codes: FF, FFF, F+, cons, reluc, oral, fist, mast, exh, voy, viol. Disclaimer: This story contains graphic sexual situations and adult themes and is therefore not suitable for those under age 18 or the close-minded. It may be illegal in some areas too. :( Please also note that it is not...

Black Sheep Pt. 05

by Alyxa on Sep 18, 2017
Interracial Love

Hey, everyone. Thanks for patiently waiting for this chapter. I've read all the comments and I'm glad some of you are especially critical, it helps me examine my characters to see where I could improve. This chapter is just going to be Henry because I felt that the story needed some more background on the kind of relationship he had with Ishtar. Hopefully t...

Paparazzi! Ch. 07

by BOSTONFICTIONWRITER on Sep 16, 2017
Celebrities & Fan Fiction

I couldn't believe I was kissing Cher. As soon as our lips touched, her tongue was in my mouth and my knees were weak. My hand was at the top of her ass and I wanted to slide it down and cup her cheek. Only, I was afraid. This was Cher that I was kissing. For me, she was different than the other celebrity women who I have been with. She reached behind her,...

How I Got Promoted

by contactsteph77 on Aug 1, 2018
Transsexuals & Crossdressers

Back in my collage days, I earned some extra cash working in a night club. I started collecting glasses on the floor, then moved to serving behind the bar. It wasn't long before I was asked by our manager to be a Shift Supervisor. It was at a time that I was coming to terms with my identity. I was a Transvestite, but there was a lingering homosexuality abo...

Bayou Jazz

by Sateema Lunasi on Sep 14, 2017
Interracial Love

Seven o’clock, PM. It seemed later than that. By this time, on a Friday night, New Orleans was crawling with night people. The jazz clubs were full, the overpriced cafeterias serving Creole food in mass production would have lines around the blocks. Another day, another job. He would be late if he didn’t get going soon, and Jack Linds was never late. Grabb...