John doe no sabia donde estaba solo sabia que estaba en una gran nada sin la capacidad de moverse Estaba oensando en que hacer cuando una gran luz que formo una cabeza empezo a hablar "Bienvenido john necesito de tuayuda requiero que te conviertas en el disciplinador de este universo oara evotar que se salga de control y se destruya" intento decir...
Hema had recently broke up with her long-time boyfriend, a Indian Muslim by the name of Ejaaz. The two had planned to get married, but a disagreement and subsequent argument put an end to any possibility of that. If Hema had one true weakness in life, it would be the circumcised men. Her knees would turn to jelly and she would most often transform into a...
Chapter 1: Iron Woman Playboy and visionary industrial genius Tony Stark, CEO of leading military defense contractor, Stark Industries, is in war-torn Kunar, Afghanistan, to demonstrate his company's new Jericho missile. With him is his friend and military liaison, Lieutenant Colonel James Rhodes, a member of the U.S Air ****. While riding in a transport con...
Mariella Medina, Ph.D., was enraged. The cute-at-first-sight Mexican businesswoman furrowed her rather too broad brow as she shivered in her severely undersewn frilly strapless, backless tube top. Her figure was decent, with a pert pair of sandy-brown breasts over a flattish tummy and slender legs crammed into ludicrous seven-inch heels, probably to mask her...
Romantic Raza, Today, as soon as you entered the door, I greeted you, "Namaste, Razaji. Welcome home my dear Shiva." You were in no mood to play my kinky sex games; however, and shouted at me angrily, "Shut up you little kinky mischief. Do you know how you've embarrassed me?" "How? What?" I stammer, but again you silence me with a command. "Silence, witles...
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 persons, wrestlers, events, promotions etc depicted within. This material is unsuitable to be viewed by those under the legal age limit of viewing pornographic material in your current country of residence....
I would just like reiterate that this is not an erotic story. This is an account of my feelings around the death of WWE superstar Eddie Guerrero. In loving memory of Eddie Guerrero, 1967-2005. When I woke up on Sunday morning, I felt fine, normal. My fiancé walked into the room and asked me if I'd been to WWE.com yet, and I said that I hadn't. His face got...
"It may be a perverted taste, but I love prostitution, and for itself, too, quite apart from its carnal aspects ... The idea of prostitution is a meeting place of so many elements - lust, bitterness, complete absence of human contact, muscular frenzy, the clink of gold - that to peer into it makes one reel. One learns so many things in a brothel, and feels s...
Chapter one: Touching the South The days clung on here even after the sun had set. Its steep descent always felt premature to her, as the heat lingered on well into the dark hours. Back in England warmth was usually a memory by the time the light went, but Spain was showing her a different summer. The world had suddenly turned into a welcoming place of comf...
Forward My name is Tulip Mee. Or, rather, Tulipa Clusiana Mee. It means Lady Tulip. I was named after a flower because my mother likes flowers. Or so they tell me. My girlfriend, parents, older brother and three sisters all call me Tulip. So, I guess it really is my name. I don't remember. The only other person in the world whom I love just calls me Chil...