In this story people become any person's jerk-off fantasy. Figuratively or literally. Fantasy or reality. Willingly or not. Let the cum games begin!What's next? [Reserved] Matthew's father becomes a masturbation fantasy! Help, I'm jerk-off material! Mike, malfunctioning transformation app. What's next? [Reserved] Matthew's father becomes a...
Jul 7, 2009 MWM Chapter Five "Got To Run." Current mood:creative Heavy Metal Thunder Productions Presents... Copyright protected on May 2009. The persons, places, entities, and events depicted in this story are fictitious. Any similarity to actual persons, places, entities, or events is unintentional and purely coincidental. Warning! Some stories may...
She stood before me, eyeing me up and down shaking her head. "So this is what really turns you on, hey?" she said mockingly as she slowly ran her fingernails over my cock through the lacy panties she had told me to wear. "Look at you getting all excited but your dicky is so small it can't even escape from those panties!" She laughed as she turned on her heel...
You were getting nervous, it was almost 15 minutes past seven. You had agreed to meet up again with Greg from the gym. If things went well, you would not only end up getting thoroughly fucked again, but maybe a boyfriend wasn't out of the question. If he stood you up however, it would be a big black mark towards his chances with you. Finally to your relief...
"Oh damn lover! Take my cock and suck it...oh damn that's it!!" "ssshhhhhh...don't forget Bill is here! We need to keep the noise down, but after 3 days I have to have your cock. Just keep it down." I had just come out of the spare bedroom and heard voices. The door was slightly ajar and I could hear them talking clearly. "I know...but my balls are full...
Sometimes, I think living in the city of Brockton must be a curse. Yeah, that must be it. In a past life, I must have done something horrible. How else could you explain the kind of person I seem to attract? The meanest guys and the cruelest of women. The very worst humanity has to offer. I can't stand any of them. Sometimes at night, I pray that God or the...
"Mrs. Burns?" "May I come in?" I was always impressed by her: perfect hair, brown with blond hi-lights, stylish outfit, bright colors, a burnt-orange blouse with tan skirt, 3 inch heels. I could never believe she was Charlie's Mom, not seeming old enough to have a 24 year old son. I stood aside as she moved past me, into the foyer of our 2 bedroom apartm...
XII The Good Seed Molly & Mark 2071 There was no denying it. Molly had taken the death of her unborn child very badly. The shock of the loss sent her into a downward spiral of despondency and then depression. The inevitable result was that she lost her job. Her impressive academic qualifications notwithstanding, she was now no more useful to humanity than a...
My name is Sundari Dharamveer. I was born in the beautiful City of Ludhiana, in the Indian State of Punjab. I recently transferred from the Punjab Engineering College in metropolitan Chandigarh, the Punjab State's best town, to Carleton University in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. Leaving my homeland of India for Canada hasn't been easy. However, w...
Susan picked the shopping cart that had the baby seat attached on the front. Not the one where kids put there legs through, but a seat like the one in her car where she has to put a newborn baby in. She pushed through the many isles of the women's clothing section, trying to pick out some new clothes for herself as well as her daughter who would most likely...