As I mention from time to time, my Mother was born in The Netherlands where her parents and her sister and her family still live. Over the years we have made an effort to get together every two years, alternating between us going there and them coming here. Now that we are older, I'm pushing thirty three as I write this, the participants have changed a bit....
"Number 43. Why did I have to be number 43? Why can't I wrestle today?" I thought to myself as I showed up to work the next morning. Last night, I had been assigned a number in the Angel Wrestling League, a sex wrestling league of 200 women that had millions of fans worldwide. When I went to check the schedule I saw that I was paired up with wrestler number...
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 is my attempt at a "porn parody" (for lack of a better description) of Ancient Greek mythology. It is not a direct adaptation of any one story, but an original tale made of tropes and archetypes pulled from several Greek myths. The intention was not only to create a work of erotic fantasy, but an epic saga that paid loving tribute to the poets and playw...
The usual suspects were assembled. The guys went through the ritualistic bickering over who got what seat, where to pile the munchies and who had to make runs to the kitchen for cold soda or drinks. I giggled from the Papasan chair, my usual perch for the gatherings. The guys managed to arrange themselves across couches and the two armchairs, with myself...
Author's Note: This is another FICTIONAL story. All characters in the story are FICTIONALthe exception of my wife and I. All of the actions and conversations in this story are FICTIONAL. ***** It was a quiet early October evening and, as per usual, we were sitting watching tv. We'd had a busy summer but now that the cooler, darker autumn evenings had arriv...
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 characters, promotions, wrestlers, events etc depicted or referenced within. Fantasy is legal. This material is unsuitable to be viewed by those under the legal age limit of viewing pornographic material in y...
Sameena picked up her phone and read the text message again: "Summer party tonight. 7PM. North Arcade bar. One free drink + entertainment provided." She'd never actually met any of her co-workers. Being an agency, and given Sam's proclivities, she'd found it better to keep her distance. But a free drink was a free drink, and it's not like she had anything...
"Sex Object" continuation of "No Act of Kindness Goes Unpunished" Yes, I hankered for Akemi to go down on me after we finished talking about the message she'd received by snail-mail from the online acquaintance who wanted to take things further between them, had in fact gone too far on his own by sending that envelope- beside the letter and a few photos,...
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....