Rooster Teeth Stories

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Only in My Wildest Dreams Ch. 02

by Balanced_Hypergalaxy on Nov 5, 2018
Celebrities & Fan Fiction

Ellie Main is sitting at her desk trying her best to control her emotions. Her face was red hot and her heart was beating faster than should be humanly possible. She could feel her own nipples poking into her bra, trying to tear through her shirt like razors. Her pussy was dripping at this point, and every subtle shift in her seat caused her pants to rub aga...

Only in My Wildest Dreams

by Balanced_Hypergalaxy on Oct 29, 2018
Celebrities & Fan Fiction

Burnie Burns, the most iconic of the founders of Rooster Teeth sat in his office staring at the computer screen. The white glare of the screen burned into his eyes giving him a major headache. "Christ after browsing Amazon for hours I still can't find anything," he said. You see, it was very close to his birthday and his fiancée, Ashley Jenkins, had been...

Sexy Classroom

by Sensa8 on Sep 14, 2017
Erotic Couplings

Brianna Dawson was a 25-year-old married teacher at Central Valley High School as of last year. She had always been considered attractive. At about 5'7", 120 pounds, perfect C-cup breasts and a firm ass that stuck out a bit no matter how she tried to hide it under business suits, she really was very attractive. Just last summer, Brianna had married Ben Daw...

Red Rooster

by PixelZombie on Sep 13, 2017
Group Sex

I never really understood the allure of Las Vegas until my first visit to Sin City. Actually, my first visit I moved there after being transferred by my company. Ever since I've been amazed by the power the city has over me. Like a siren luring sailors to rocky shores, Vegas has influenced some of the best and worst decisions of my life. Having just graduat...

The New Frontier

by missymont on Sep 16, 2017
Loving Wives

Woe is me, I waited until I was in my early thirties and slightly overweight to get freaky. Well, maybe not freaky in the true sense of the word, but freaky for me. And who am I? I'm your average housewife. My husband makes a butt load of money, so even though we have a lot of bills, I still don't have to work. When I say a butt load I mean by the average Am...

Rebecca's Baby

by tkoberon on Jan 29, 2020
Mature

"You have to help us!" the man said plaintively. "We have tried every method under the sun but we have not been able to have a baby. My husband was diagnosed as having a low sperm count. Finally we bowed to the inevitable and came to the conclusion we must find a sperm donor," his wife added in support. Kevin's eyes widened in shock. "Me?" "We have studie...

Country Love

by fullym00ned on Sep 14, 2017
Erotic Couplings

Hot, rainy day. Sun dress. Water running down her hair, her neck and trickling down the small of her back. Bare feet, walking through a field of wild flowers. She puts one behind her ear. He is working in the open barn. Sweat covered, shirtless. Muscles flex and relax as he pitches the hay into each stall. The barn is red and fading in some areas. A large...

Streep Poke-air

by HectorBidon on Sep 12, 2018
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

Monique played a card and stifled a yawn. It was the last night of our business trip. We'd planned to go out, but the rain had turned to sleet, and so we'd just eaten in the hotel dining room and come up to her room to play cards. And now we were both getting a little bored. "I hope the streets clear up by morning," I said, playing a card of my own. "If z...

Karate and Christmas Gifts

by Sublimation413 on Sep 14, 2017
Humor & Satire

Karate and Christmas Gifts: A Conversation with Loretta JX Architect: Christopher of Detroit Loretta JX enters the room and pounces onto the bed, relaxed within the nighttime setting. As she reclines into the soft blankets, I sit a comfortable distance away from her. The first thing I observe is her smile, which is open and giving. Next, I notice her eye...

Sweaty Shoe Fun at the Gym

by cowboy109 on Aug 18, 2017
Fetish

The bottle hit the floor. The thick brown glass bottom gave an especially dark and heavy thud. I love that sound. It's the sound of familiarity, of being home, of not being shot at. The empty bottle spun in a circle as if to taunt me to play a game of truth or dare with myself. The TV had suddenly switched from late night re-runs of Columbo to a morning talk...