Starring: Christina Hendricks and Sophie Howard Disclaimer: This story is purely fiction, it has never happened. ***** Moving north, Christina found herself in Southport, a small town on the coast, she was excited and nervous to meet the lovely Sophie Howard. Lucy had passed on her number and she had received a cryptic reply. An address; bar erotique. A...
[Valerie Solanas did have dinner with publisher Maurice Girodias in 1967 and that is depicted in the movie. I re-imagined that scene here. The scene with the customer in the courtyard (it's described, not depicted, in this story) is also in the movie. I changed that too to make it fit my vision of her personality. The scene here involving the pimp is entire...
Tags: Growth/Expansion, Mind Control, Time Stop, Futanari Disclaimer: The story, all names, characters, and incidents portrayed in this production are purely fictitious and above the age of eighteen. No identification with actual persons (living or deceased), places, buildings, and products is intended or should be inferred. Rated X, reader discretion is...
It has been over a month since my crazy weekend with Gina and I will admit I think about it regularly. Pretty much every night I have been getting off either by my own hand or a few times a week I text my fuck toy Jason. So far, he has responded almost immediately. There was one night I texted him at about eleven o'clock, much later than usual but despite ge...
Post Office Part 2. (Julie's story) "I'll take you out for dinner tonight!" he said boldly. Derek was about fifty, arrogant, posh, well off and honestly a bit of a prat that liked the sound of his own voice. He wasn't attractive but always well groomed. He clearly spent too much money on kitsch clothing and gaudy accessories. Brightly coloured shirts and...
This story may come as something unbelievable, but in the end, we will always get what we truly want. Not what we deserve, but what we desire. It was a perfect spring day with blossomed flowers. I was with my wife and we were having dinner at a wonderful Slavic restaurant. She was very inquiring that night, though she is not that open to talk about what she...
The next morning, when she woke up, she felt her mistake. At some point in the night she must have moved out of the position, but her hips were stiff and sore like she had worked out hard while trucks took turns smacking her around. She could barely walk at first, practically stumbling when she got out of bed. Her left hip was making a grinding and popping s...
It's hard to fathom now. Had there been photographs, they would seem odd. Had there been video, it would surely have proven bizarre. I will try to explain in as linear a fashion as I can how I came to be kneeling, naked as the day I was born, on a low stone altar which was covered, presumably for my comfort, with a thick red carpet, a plate of black ceramic...
Disclaimer: All characters in this story are imaginary and fictitious and bear no resemblance to any person living or dead. There are no minor/underage characters involved in any kind of sexual activity or sexual relationship in this story. ***** It was a beautiful morning in early summer months in a small coastal town in the state of Goa, India. This plac...
Monday at 7 a.m. is not the time to strike up a friendly conversation with me. I think she could tell, but she did it anyway. Goddamn her. "You're a little under-dressed for this building. And too young to be a lawyer." The nosy barista studied me from behind the counter. Any other girl, I might have laid on the snark and ended the conversation. But someth...