WARNING : SLEAZY BIKER PORN PARODY... IT AIN'T REAL... IT IS PERVERTED FREAKY TWISTED HARDCORE HEDONISTIC SLEAZY ASS WHITE TRASH FILTH AND DEPRAVED DEBAUCHERY THOUGH... YEAH IT'S DIRTY AS FUCK STORY : THE SLEAZY MOTHERFUCKERS MOTORCYLE CLUB TAKES OVER THE DARK UNDERBELLY OF HOLLYWOOD... WE MAKE PORN... WE SELL DRUGS... WE PIMP HOES... WE DO WHAT WE WANT WHE...
I head for the bathroom as Mike makes his way to our bedroom. I flick on the lights and stand in front of the mirror. I'm shocked by how I look. Immediately I grab a hand towel and run it under the faucet in the sink. Starting on my face, I wipe the cum and saliva off my face and chin. Slowly working my way down my neck, and finally wiping the white sticky g...
Chapter 7: Hard Manual Labour It was one of the hottest days Danger could remember. He had agreed to paint a fence for an old lady who was a friend of his aunt. While Danger didn't mind doing the work he just wished he hadn't agreed to do it this day. He could feel the skin on the back of his neck burning as he worked. However there was one consolation to w...
In the four months since I last used Diane, I'd been buried with work and had thought about her only once or twice. With the constant pressure at work, I had little free time to think about sex. When I did, it was a quick phone call to the escort service, a couple of hundred dollars from the box in the bottom drawer, and a quick encounter with the flavor of...
Camping in the mountains of North Carolina were always Nick's favorite part of the fall. Maybe it was the leaves changing. Maybe it was the slight cool breeze. Maybe it was just the overall view of the sun coloring the valleys as if it were showering the trees in a muted gold. No matter the reason Nick felt at home. Looking out at the blanket of trees he fe...
There is a sensual pleasure in doing nothing, lying naked, warming the leather of an old Chesterfield sofa. An intermission in life, time for the mind to drift and muse. The click of the lock turning, brings me out of my reverie, giving the motivation to rise swiftly from the sofa. Standing, hands behind my neck, head down, eyes lowered, legs apart. Long a...
(Next Chapter is what you've all been waiting for.) (Chapter 12 will not be the last Chapter, looks like I'll be typing a chapter 13.) "JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!" "I'm sorry! Why don't you bitch a little fucking more dude. Seriously!" "DON'T SMACK MY FUCKING ARM INTO THE DOOR ASSHOLE, IT'S FUCKING BROKE!" "If you don't shut your big fucking mouth, I'll br...
"Ding!" Adam was in the middle of a Saturday evening jog this time when his phone beeped, interrupting his workout app. He glanced at the notification and saw that it was an email from "Mistress Kristen" and stopped in his tracks. Slave, Mistress Katie will be joining us this evening. Get home and showered. -Mistress Kristen He ran the last half mile of t...
'Today I tell him the truth.' Nyla thought to herself as she traced her eyelids with black eyeliner. She was going to tell her husband of six months who and what she truly was. Nyla Jefferies was a whore and she loved it. She just didn't love, she needed it. They had known each other for years before they married and even when they were friends she never tol...
Martin backed up against the door and looked at the Baron setting on the bed wearing his blue robe and a smile. "You look beautiful tonight," the Baron said standing up and uncuffed Martin's wrist. Martin started to move away as he spoke. "Listen Baron. I've had a long day, and it hasn't been a good one. My asshole and my feet hurt and my balls also hurt,...