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 persons, wrestlers, events, promotions etc depicted within. This material is unsuitable to be viewed by those under the legal age limit of viewing pornographic material in your current country of residence....
This chapter is an immediate continuation of A Girl Named Sam Ch. 2 I just told Sherry that her husband was killed in a plane crash in the Atlantic Ocean, north of Jacksonville. She doesn't seem to be reacting. She has a very serious look on her face and may be in deep thought. I cannot keep from thinking as I look at her nude form that she is a beautiful w...
On Friday night, Ashley Stevenson looked over the men in the hotel dining room where she works as a waitress, imagining herself romping in bed with first one of the men who was sitting by himself at a table, then another and finding some good qualities in every one of them. She had hopes of taking a man home for some hot sex or, better yet, going to the hote...
The Retreat was part work and part vacation. For a few hours every day, all of the associates gathered in the auditorium to listen to a lecture that was supposed to benefit our work. The lectures ranged from, "Edging- The Power of Orgasm Control" to "Multitasking- The Art of Satisfying Multiple Partners" to "Massaging Egos- How to Fondle a Celebrities Most I...
There was a light snow falling as I hopped up the steps leading out of the subway, two at a time. I stood at the corner, waiting for the light to change, and I realized I was humming. In the month since Carmen Quintana picked me up in her gypsy cab after I finished night court, my life had substantially improved. Carmen got into a bad fight over the phone w...
I must surely be the most satisfied woman in the world. I have a wonderful husband, Jim, and I have two small children, Belinda and James, and we are financially secure and don't have a worry in the world. Jim had a great job and we are very secure in everything. There is nothing we want - except one thing I want! I want to be fucked by another man other tha...
"Oh my god, Oh my god," I wailed as a toe curling orgasm swept through me. I convulsed off the bed, pushing my pussy hard into the tongue and lips busily bringing me off. Her tongue was everywhere, fluttering on my clit, licking up and down my throbbing pussy, spearing deeply into my hungry pussy hole. This one was even bigger than the first, and she was not...
1. A Night Out on the Town It was in early January and we'd just been to a concert at the Davies Symphony Hall, where we sat through some modern compositions I hope I never have to listen to again in my whole life. Afterwards we drove over the hill to North Beach to console ourselves in a less pretentious atmosphere. Since moving to San Francisco and hav...
My thanks to James r. scouries (sic) for the picture he posted which gave me the inspiration to write this story of Pauline and how she won the title of Pumpkin Queen. * All her life, Pauline Palmer had yearned for a chance to put her lovely face and sexy body on display and that the exhibition would lead to an escape from the boredom of the small city whe...
Why did I agree to accompany the young salesman to his hotel room? Over the previous four years, in many hotels I had received countless similar propositions but every time had left rejected suitors behind, including several both better looking and more persuasive than Richard, my companion for the night. Was it because Richard seemed relatively inexperience...