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Your adventures in Naruto

by russellbeach on Sep 26, 2017
Fan Fiction

(feel free to add to the story if you like) Your name is John Doe you are 18 years old, 5'11 spiky white hair and red eyes. You wearing sunglasses to cover your eyes, you also have a weird birthmark on your right arm. All you can remember from your childhood is a few people, and a pair of red eyes with evil shining in them. You are on your way to the Hidden...

Jenel the Intern

by russeltrust on Sep 11, 2017
Interracial Love

I walk down the hall into my trial partner's office. Her intern is sitting at her desk. There are case files open in front of her. "Hey Jenel," I say, smiling. "Hi Greg," Jenel says, looking up at me in the doorway. "Whatcha up to?" I ask, crossing through the door and approaching the desk. "Oh, just prepping cases for Shelly. Everything for this month i...

Their Engagement Party

by russeltrust on Sep 13, 2017
Loving Wives

Kate hated small talk. She was the kind of woman who liked the idea of parties, but hated the effort of them. Sean, however, was exactly the opposite. He liked the idea of parties, but understood that small talk was a job to be done—often pleasant, sometimes slow and slogging, like a long march across a snow-covered field in the middle of a blizzard. Togethe...

The Wife Interrupts

by russeltrust on Sep 15, 2017
Loving Wives

When Jon's wife Amy came home, her friend Patrice was kneeling in the living room, blowing Jon. "So how long has this been going on?" Amy asked. "About five minutes," Jon said. He kept his hand on Patrice's head, letting her know she should keep her mouth on his cock, keep up her rhythm. Jon was standing in the middle of the living room, his suit pants an...

Brenda

by russeltrust on Sep 14, 2017
Interracial Love

Brenda came into my office yesterday morning the way she did every morning. She sashayed her hips through the door as she brought me a cup of coffee in one hand and the day's mail in the other. "Good morning, Boss." I liked it when she called me Boss. I thought it was cute. "Good morning, Brenda." She set the coffee down on my credenza, and put the mail d...

Great Study Date

by russeltrust on Sep 16, 2017
First Time

"Look, here, Frank," Elise said, taking the textbooks off of the bed and putting them on Frank's desk. "I didn't really come over to study with you tonight. I came over to fuck you, silly." "You did?" Frank exclaimed, a look of total shock on his face. "Of course! Why do you think I wore such a tight top and this little, flirty cotton skirt. Because it's h...

Sara's Comeuppance

by RussetMoose on Sep 13, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

(This is a sequel to "Get Yer Kit Off".) "The Piranha Bar?" I asked. "That's the bar my roommate Sara works at." "Oh yeah, you mean the one who likes to watch you walk around naked?" my friend Greg asked over the phone. "Um...yeah, something like that," I said, trying to hint that it was something more sexual, while wincing at the memory of my week of...

Russell Has A Surprise

by BgMma on Sep 17, 2017
Celebrities & Fan Fiction

Rhyley was in hurry. Her dishwater blonde hair hung in ringlets about her face, the sweat dripping off her brow and onto floor. She hated cleaning her home, but she had a one room flat and it did tend to get cluttered easily. She wore the rattiest sweat shorts she could find and a tank top that had seen better days when she was still in high school. She wore...

Heels in Bed

by russeltrust on Sep 13, 2017
Loving Wives

When Nick came home his wife was waiting for him. He wasn't expecting her; she had been on a business trip for her law firm but obviously had snuck back a little early. It was a nice surprise to find her sitting up on our bed, wearing a lacey turquoise bra that held up her D-cup tits and a matching pair of satiny boyshort panties. She was wearing the diamond...

What's My Last Name?

by russeltrust on Sep 13, 2017
Erotic Couplings

1. She had stopped trying to study at the library. She was tired of school and her dull classmates. They had no idea about her. They didn't suspect. They would never guess--how could they? Their awkward talk, their dull and limited vocabulary. She had sampled two of the taller ones last semester: earnest, sweet boys who would one day each make a dull, subu...