My dear reader, this is a fantasy, a pornographic story without any connection to reality. If massive cocks, cervix pounding sex, and screaming orgasms annoy you, you should stop reading. Oh, there also is some BDSM elements (Dd/lg, spanking) in this story, but nothing that a person into BDSM would consider 'real' BDSM. THIS STORY INCLUDES MATERIAL THAT S...
The blonde ballerina twirled and lifted her long willowy legs up and down, up and down... and with every lift her camel toe winked at me. Winky-winky pussy-winky. And my poor cock ached with each pussy wink. Damn she was hot! My cock said we had to meet this pretty ballerina. Dance class was almost over so me and my cock watched and waited. When the door...
Standing back in the doorway of her own room Keira was surprised to see the wonderful job Ash had done with his makeup. It looked nearly as good as her own best effort despite the colours she had given him. She smiled watching how Ash applied the last touches to his makeup look before coughing loudly just when he was putting the brush down. Ash who had bee...
Dear Friends, A MESSAGE FIRST. I am submitting a further chapter in the series The Virgin Tranny and the Bride. However I am concerned that I may be doing something wrong at this stage which is preventing these articles from registering in the Top 500 chart despite a number of votes and a high rating. Perhaps it is me, or perhaps there is a technical probl...
(A companion story to Careful What You Ask For) Lorna often told Steve that many of her best ideas came to her during her orgasm. She had supported leukaemia research ever since one of her best friends at ballet school, Cheryl Greenwood, had died of the disease aged only seventeen. Every year since then she had done some kind of fund raising activity. She...
CHAPTER 1 I met him in Paris, the most romantic city in the world. We were both spending a bit of time after finishing school. I was taking a year before university, he had just the summer after leaving school and before starting work. Two eighteen-year olds out in the world. He thought I was French and local because of the way I was talking with some othe...
The bittersweetness of independence singed through Corinne's body. Finally summiting adolescence at eighteen, she basked in her liberation. With the last of her teenage years among her, she couldn't help but cling onto the passion that had stroked every detail of her life at childhood. B-A-L-L-E-T. Six poetic letters, that together made maturing worth it....
August of 2015 "Jake? Hi. Sorry to call you at work," she told him. "Hold on. I can't hear you. Let me get away from the excavator. Gimme just a sec, okay?" he hollered even though she could hear him just fine. He walked about 50 feet away from the job site then tried again. "Leanne? You still there?" "Yes. I'm still here," she said. "What's going on?...
My mum split from my dad when I was sixteen and after a succession of boyfriends she recently started dating a guy called Vern. Big Vern as I called him worked in the British Army, stationed in the North of England. They met through the internet. The first time they saw each other mum and I travelled up by train and stayed at his house in the barrack grounds...
So, the pandemic rages on, and my wife and I have been out of work for months. my wife's job as a ballerina was completely out of the question as all theater work was shut down. My job was not much better and prospects were slim. I was having trouble making the rent and I knew that we were going to have to find a place to stay. Well, I don't have a ton of f...