The ad read: "Las Vegas. May 12. 6pm -midnight. 35-year old MILF will be waiting for her first gang-bang in a hotel on the strip. $100 per person, no limits. Call 1-800-555-BANG to leave your credit card number. Upon confirmation, you will receive the name of the motel and room number. This is one risk worth taking--you won't be disappointed. A few rules app...
JANINE Janine poured the contents of her Louis Vuitton bag out on the bedspread, adding a layer of loose tobacco to the embroidered design. She always carried an extra vial of crystal meth to get her through the next job, but those damn vice squad guys busted her connection. She hadn't replenished her supplies in at least a week. This was yet another hazard...
Author's note: This story takes place just before Thor and is based on the following request: Darcy sticks around for a late night astrophysics session with Jane, and Jane is so focused on her work (and Darcy is so clueless about this particular discipline anyway) that she suddenly wonders why she's even there. And then, fingers smudged with pen ink, Jane s...
Note: This is a work of fiction written for the "On the Job" story event. All characters are 18 or older, and all of them, plus the locations described, are products of my imagination. Like many writers, I love to hear from my readers, so please take a few moments to leave a comment if you like. I hope you enjoy this story, and all the tales written for this...
Chez Amore. The name shined in framed cursive lights over the new small restaurant in the Business District of Megapolita. A small walkway of lights lead right up to the doorway. Inside had a sleek modern look with round booth tables, low dim lighting and a black, white and red aesthetic. It was a Friday evening around 7:30pm. Usually the restaurant would b...
(This is a series called Story of YOU, by me. Nothing to do with the amazing Sandman comic series book. Neil Gaiman, please forgive me for using the same word. I'm just a pervert who writes senseless smut.) *** ...Another rainy day. Dark clouds are already over you. You took refuge in the woods, the rain battering the leaves of endless forests. You keep r...
The large, oval rimmed clock tick, tocked in endless perpetuity. Hanging high on the light grey wall of the office, it loomed like a spotlight over Jessicas desk. The secretary sat nervously at her desktop, as the relentless ticking marked the onward passing of time, though in paradox it felt as if time had stopped. The red headed Jessica had heard about th...
As John Jay Hooker got up from the sofa, Vivian was too excited and impatient to wait for him to undress. Before he could even start to disrobe she had undone his belt buckle. With a firm grasp of his pants and shorts she lowered them as she sunk to her knees in front of him. As she did this, his cock, hardened from watching her strip dancing, involuntarily...
Fetishes: ass, latex, buttjob, rebel, ass sniffing, ass licking, rubber Tags: bad girl, vigilante, Spiderman, Black Cat, Felicia, Felicia Hardy, superhero, supervillain Felicia leaned closer to check if her face was concealed by the mask she was wearing. Perfect. She could see nothing apart from part of her cheeks and the slash of red which was her mouth....
Here we are, folks, at the very end of the tale. Yes, this IS the last chapter, with all the good things you've come to expect from the Transformed series—beautiful elfsluts, political intrigue, and lots of hot sex (especially the last bit!). It's been a quite a ride, and I hope you've enjoyed it. I would say more but I think I'll let the story speak for it...