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Torrie Wilson Gets A Ride

by imtheworldchamp on Sep 13, 2017
Celebrities & Fan Fiction

Author's note: This is a work of erotic fiction. I am well aware that Torrie Wilson probably doesn't act this way in real life, but hey, I can dream, can't I? John got in his car and hoped for the best as he drove to Detroit, Michigan to hopefully get a job with the WWF. He didn't want to be a wrestler, he just wanted to be a truck driver, like he had been...

Adventures in Nemesisland Ch. 10

by SlaveNano on Oct 15, 2017
BDSM

"You've been talking to the girl have you Slave Nano? And what have you told her?" "Mistress, I started to tell her the story of how she got here." The black cat cowered before the commanding figure before him, his head hanging forlornly. He knew instantly from her stance and the tone of her voice he had displeased her, that his decision to start recountin...

Jan's Ride Pt. 01-02

by schoolmrs on Sep 15, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

Part 1 Jan sat pensively at the large oak table in her farmhouse kitchen. She was looking at the distant view across the flat misty early autumn fields. She was dressed in her tight grey riding breeches and a baggy white blouse, her light brown medium length hair tied back in a pony tail. She was small 5'5", lightly tanned, slim, skinny even, and fifty-two....

Jan's Ride Ch. 01-02

by schoolmrs on Sep 15, 2017
Mature

Part 1 Jan sat pensively at the large oak table in her farmhouse kitchen. She was looking at the distant view across the flat misty early autumn fields. She was dressed in her tight grey riding breeches and a baggy white blouse, her light brown medium length hair tied back in a pony tail. She was small 5'5", lightly tanned, slim, skinny even, and fifty-two....

Hope

by WFEATHER on Sep 17, 2017
BDSM

I leaned back in the recliner, My eyes closed, trying to catch My breath. The fire warmed My bare skin quite nicely, while the cool air was quite noticeable upon My dampened hardness. I thought of the experience just ended: the beautiful and willing naked young woman kneeling at My feet, each ankle shackled to a different heavy iron ball, each wrist cuffed...

Shackled in Perpetuity

by Carmine on Sep 17, 2017
BDSM

Crimson Succubus squatted before her thrall Nubian Nina. In an open palm dangled a pair of iron manacles, fire treated so that the metal was strong and smooth. Succubus placed a cheek against Nina's stomach. Bringing her free hand around to cup the thrall's ample but supple bottom, Succubus drew her closer, the she-devil's flesh burning Nina's mahogany skin....

Borderlands: Pandora's Heart Pt. 16

by daxg2001 on Jan 28, 2020
Celebrities & Fan Fiction

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 characters, video games, places, universe, etc depicted or referenced within. Fantasy is legal. This material is unsuitable to be viewed by those under the legal age limit of viewing pornographic material in...

Oral Friends - The Fitting

by oralfriend on May 29, 2018
BDSM

In another story I mentioned telling the story of the fitting of my cock cage. This incident took place very early in our relationship as master and slave. A bit of background; my master had purchased an off the shelf cock cage at an adult bookstore and it worked, but neither of us were pleased with it. It caged my cock, of course, but it was big and bulky,...

Bra Store

by tsar7 on Nov 25, 2017
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

John's aunt had died and left him everything including her women's lingerie store in a small town. Being a breast man, John sold her car and with the cash rented a store near the campus of a small college. He moved the old inventory in, as well as the counters, cash register and other fixtures. He had a sign painted on the front window which read "D cup an...

Monster (S)layer

by Tosaphine on Jun 3, 2025

The sword slips out of your scabbard as you step out of rhythm. It clatters on the cobble road, draws a few looks from the market-goers, but no helping hands. You don't immediately reach for it. Instead, you leave it there for a minute, staring it down like it's gonna blink first. It's bad in all kinds of ways. Short, dull, but fitting for someone like you....

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