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....
It was too soon... way too soon and I knew it. It's only been what? Six days since I met him? Not even a fucking week! I felt like a fucking slut... I knew that I shouldn't give in to the feeling of his lips against mine, the delicious taste of mint and Marlboros in my mouth, his intoxicating scent, or the way his hands rubbed up my back as he undid my bra a...
In a world not too unlike our own, in a town you could almost recognise, a young woman sits alone in her apartment. Sitting cross-legged in her apartment in front of three different computer screens, lit only by their soft glow, she harbours a look of intense concentration. All manner of windows are open, from official-looking documents to particularly kinky...
Emo queen Paige Whitman groggily woke from slumber and checked the GPS app on her phone to see exactly where they were. They were somewhere outside of West Palm Beach, Florida. They were headed to the Cruzan Amphitheatre with the rest of the Warped Tour. Paige drew the curtain next to her bunk and saw that they were pulling onto a beautiful campus just of...
As the title suggests, this story has a lot to do with GTA the game. Specifically Grand Theft Auto V. This story and its threads are taking place in San Andreas (in which Los Santos is the primary city); locations, cars, websites, media, some characters and other details can be found in the game, but that's where the most of the similarities end. Like the ga...
I'd "kidnap" you for the day. You'd grin and come willingly; that defeats the purpose of "kidnapping", doesn't it? The day would pass quickly, as we enjoyed conversation and one another's company. Our interests match, and you wile me with your gentle voice and amazing sense of humor. We discuss Shakespeare and poetry, long walks on the beaches of the East C...
As I explained in my first story "Dirty Girl" my wife, April, had been wildly promiscuous before we began dating. April estimates that she had sex with something like two-hundred men before we met, and that she had sucked off dozens of others. I realize now that even early in our relationship, her promiscuous past was a huge turn-on for me, I just wasn't rea...
I'm a sissy. I used to be a femboi, then I was a crossdresser, and now I'm a sissy. The main difference between the crossdresser and sissy phases was the attitude; before I was a guy doing this for fun and to be admired, sexually – to confuse straight and gay boys alike. But now, as a sissy, I was devoted firstly to my master and love, Noah, and secondly to...
"God damn it," Sharlene snapped, grabbing my cell from my hand before I could answer. "I hope you're having a good evening because your incessant calls have lost my best friend her date." Glaring at her, I snatched it back as the male on the other end called her a bitch. "Hi. Yeah. Call my best friend a bitch again and I'll remove your balls with my abnor...
Sixteen First to wake on Sunday, Nick went to turn over towards Jan before the realisation dawned that he was not in urban Latham Wood but backwoods Penn. Eyes slanting, his hand instinctively elevated to brow height against the laser of golden sun that pierced the curtains and ran width wise through a layer of dry heat. From the adjacent bunk, roommates Ma...