I wondered if there was a place where a fertile woman could go to be impregnated, and decided to do an Internet search. Sure enough--it seems there's something for everyone out there. I found the Impregnation Hotel. Let me tell you about it. It's located, ironically, in the Virgin Islands--a little out of the way tropical paradise, from what I can tell by t...
The door opened and she looked up. It was another tall, handsome man, but younger, with long, dark hair and deep set, dark eyes. Christine's mouth fell open. She was in love. "Can I come in?" he said. His voice was deep and rich and resonant. His arms and chest were thick and muscular. Christine realized he was speaking to her. "Uh, sure," she said. He smi...
It was on my mind over dinner. Sex, that is. We agreed to meet for a meal at the pub next door to the Travellodge. I'd downloaded the pics to the laptop, and resisted the urge to masturbate over them. I'd showered and shaved, and changed into evening gear; black shoes, black jeans and a black teeshirt. New batteries in the camera, condoms in my wallet, and I...
The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. All characters engaging in sexual relationships or activities are 18 years old or older. ~~~~~~~>~...
Dr. Stephanie Macke-Leland, Professor Emeritus at the Law School of Canada's Capital University stretched luxuriously on her bed, feeling pleasurable sore yet giddy after a night of fun. Tall and slender yet curvy where it counted, the blonde-haired, bespectacled academic smiled, pleased with all the mean and sexy things she'd done with a certain student. I...
Click Here for Audio Part 1. Click Here for Audio Part 2. Click Here for Audio Part 3. Click Here for Audio Part 4. Click Here for Audio Part 5. * * * * * Crack. The twig snapped under her foot like a firecracker. She stopped. Listening intently for sounds of pursuit. All was quiet. She hurried on. Why hadn't she listened to her friends and stayed in the...
The action in more ways than one was centred on an elaborate high end Casino on the edge of a lake in Louisiana just across the border from Texas. The scenery was stunning, the place smelled of money and decadence, the weather was fresh as only Autumn can be in this part of America, the employees all had their permanent smiles plastered across their faces wi...
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know or own Alexa Bliss or Nikki Cross or any other former or current WWE women. ***** Alexa Bliss is not a bottom! Well, not anymore. She couldn't deny that in NXT she'd been passed around like a paid for anal whore, her poor little bubble butt hammered so hard and often that her ass hole was constantly gap...
Please vote. Please give me the support of your vote. There are no minor characters in this story. All characters are over the age of 18-years-old. * Looking into the past, Robert finds the future. He finally finds Emma. Having just met her on the beach, he was tongue-tied by her beauty. Even with her just wearing her blue bikini and a pair of flip flop...
A few weeks removed from her rendezvous with Maria and her husband, Angela felt looser than she had in a while. She felt some sexual tension in the air at Maria's gorgeously decorated home, not least of all from seeing her in a ravishing dress and diaper. She and Maria had agreed to not discuss the incident at work. Fun as it was, they didn't want others t...