Celebs: Nina Dobrev Codes: (MF, Exh. Voy, Cons, Oral, Mast) Disclaimer: This story is fictional. None of this has or ever will happen. ***** Nina Dobrev and I have been best friends since before she became the lead actress of her hit TV show "The Vampire Diaries". We were very close and even through Nina's rise to fame and success in the industry, we we...
Willow rolled in her bed, the covers winding about her thighs. This had probably been the worst day of her life. First of all, she had been betrayed by the one she trusted the most. In her mind's eye she kept seeing her best friend and first love, Xander, kissing her most hated enemy, Cordelia. They were kissing in the stacks of Giles library while she had b...
Chapter Three: The Angel of Death I had no fear for my life, if he had wanted to kill me he would have already. I realized that the warm feeling I had been getting was him feeding on me, but I was confident in my assessment that he wouldn't make me his next victim. He wanted me to panic, to flee and leave him, but I couldn't. instead I leaned forward and em...
I hate myself. I hate myself. I hate myself. I... fucking... hate myself! Ridiculous. Naïve. Pathetic. Pitiful. Helpless. Ashamed. Despairing. I'm all that plus a shitload more that drastically contribute to the monstrous cyclone of upsetting emotions wreaking havoc in my chest. I fell for him—painfully hard—despite our agreement on being just fuck buddi...
“Spike?” “Umflp?” “Wake up.” Dawn shook him furiously. The vampire was curled up at the end of her bed. He’d stayed in her room because Buffy wanted her under twenty-four hour surveillance. Spike had fallen asleep after watching a rerun of Seinfield which he said was ‘bloody brilliant.’ “Dawn?” He muttered, on the verge of wakefulness....
Both vampires could scarcely believe their good fortune. They both kept looking at her with disbelieving but blissful faces. It was starting to make Willow nervous. Why were they just standing there staring at her? "Uh, maybe this wasn't such a good idea." The captive vampire scowled at his counterpart. "Kiss her, you dolt. What? We're you a bleedin' priest...
At first, Davina was very protective about the diaries, in fact when she found them, she would not even let me look at them at all. I just knew that a pile of notebooks were Carol's Diaries. Davina and I had a major argument about Carol's privacy and keeping my memories. John and Maggie, my other two children thought that it was up to me to do what I wanted....
"Oh god...yes...oh yes baby..." The guy moans as I work my tongue around his shaft; my mouth sucking on his lovely head long and hard. My small hands knead his balls as my mouth and tongue work his dick. I work faster, wanting him to shoot his cum into my mouth and just when I feel him tense up and groan, I grab a shot glass that has amaretto liqueur in it...
Alright, I'm not sure how to say this so I'm just going to say it. My name is Halima Khan and I'm a young woman of Saudi Arabian and Somali descent living in the City of Ottawa, province of Ontario. I attend Carleton University, where I study business administration. Most people assume that I'm just another hijab-wearing pious and chaste Muslim gal when they...
Relationships can be so damn stressful, man. Sometimes I wonder why most of us bother with them at all. My name is Stephen McArthur. I'm a young Black man living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. The Capital region of Canada seems like an odd place for an African-American gentleman to find himself in, doesn't it? I was born and raised in the City o...