The Fifty Ruppee Whore Stories

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Milo

by IgneousRocks on Sep 17, 2017
Non-Erotic

I sat down to write an erotic story. It involved a bored couple that decided to find naïve young adults (18years +) and seduce them for the voyeuristic pleasure of the other partner. As I set up the backstory, Milo started to write his own autobiography through me. I was so charmed by the character I went with the flow. Also I was scared that Milo would pop...

Life Long Affair

by oral_massagelover on Mar 31, 2020
Group Sex

It had been ten years since the last time, they needed to feel unbridled erotism and sex. At the time she was not yet fifty and he was fifty-two. They were in great shape for fifty somethings. Sitting outside on her patio on the warm spring morning, Lynn let her robe fall away from her torso to expose her legs and thong undergarment. Her freckled cleavage w...

Giada: Widowmaker Ch. 02

by WuddaWad on Sep 13, 2017
Celebrities & Fan Fiction

Giada DeLaurentis kept crouched inside the doorframe of a small basement apartment, pressed as closely as she could against the door and out of plain sight. It was below street level, and she could see the occasional pedestrian passing her by; they were unaware that the Food Network star was hiding half naked inside the doorway. The soles of Giada's feet wer...

There and Back Again Ch. 051-052

by ElyssaCousland on Sep 13, 2017
Celebrities & Fan Fiction

Chapter Fifty-One: Reunions Gearing up in the morning was somewhat depressing, overall; no more beds, no more clean linens, no more bathing chambers with hot water on demand. And it may have been illusory, but I'd felt safe, relatively, in Denerim, while being back on the road was decidedly...not. Not that being practically right under Loghain's nose was p...

Across the Tracks Redux Ch. 01

by BigCoreySKR on Dec 24, 2019
First Time

(Just shy of a decade after Across the Tracks was first written, and I've decided that it needed to be redone. This was my first ever outing as a writer, and in many ways, was my first story I wrote outside of high school assignments. I feel that as a person, I've grown as a writer, I've grown in what I consider good storylines and plot, and I've decided tha...

Leena Submits Again Ch. 01

by dan57 on Sep 26, 2017
BDSM

Especially dedicated to TIM Leena had fully recovered from her strenuous delivery in the Dalits' bungalows in the gardens of Prince Kyrhan's palace. Her friend Preeti had promised her to come and give her some tutoring on the proper appearance for a woman. Leena had accepted then the challenge. Three months later, she was at Heathrow airport to welcome the...

A Gift from an Alien or What Pt. 06

by mountian299 on Sep 13, 2017
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

CHAPTER 52 Sure enough the jet was barely in the air when a Major came over and started in on Derek because he was in his uniform and I was in a suit. He said, "Who the hell you think you are boy I am Major Burns in charge here. You're under arrest landing on my base without permission taking personnel without authorization and I will have a few more charge...

Miley and Friends Ch. 09

by highclassic on Sep 12, 2017
Celebrities & Fan Fiction

Doug has decided to go to the masquerade ball, where his costume makes him rather uncomfortable. And why doesn't he have a mask like most of the others? Why are they auctioning off men? Most of all, are Miley or Paris behind the whole thing? Chapter 9 The masquerade ball I continued to go out with both Renee and Sal as I waited to hear about the mysteriou...

Patteran Ch. 01

by fcdc on Sep 16, 2017
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

Patteran (1 of 3): The Black Comely The three Marys had been dead for decades, and Sara was the only one left from that small group in the south of France. She had floated down the Agiqua on her skirt, and had spent the last fifty years at the foot of Bays Mountain, feeding on the animals and a stray tourist or three. The scientists were a tricky enemy to d...

South Mountain Pack Ch. 01

by pocketbooklover on Sep 25, 2017
NonHuman

Sophia Carlucci stood in front of her mirror and assessed herself with overly critical eyes. Instead of seeing spiral-type curly coal black shoulder length hair that delicately framed her oval face, she saw a mass of uncontrollable curls she couldn't even get the comb through. She saw long, gangly legs instead of toned calves and thighs. Her eyes which were...