Someone said: Was wondering if you could write more stories about glory hole or continuation stories about the one you've already written... I loved it. Slut-solutions said: Sure. Below you will find an old story that I wrote. I'd say I wrote this about 3 years ago. Then you will find the continuation of the story that I wrote for you today. I've cum a lon...
My mistress liked to play games with me. Let me rephrase that, she liked to make me play games for her. OK, one more try, she liked to TORMENT me and often used games that were heavily weighed against me to do it. On Tuesday she told me to be ready for a new game this weekend, and to take care of myself so as not to get sick. She had me take zinc pills to b...
All he could think about was her ass. She was a beautiful woman, inside and out, and her pussy had provided him more pleasure than most men could only dream about in a lifetime. But he couldn't stop thinking about her asshole, that sweetly puckered opening, so tightly closed, so vulnerable. What was wrong with him? Christ, Kelly even put out at least three...
Author's note This story is a re-edited version of a story of mine which I cannot post on this website. This story takes place during season 6 when Buffy is over 18. *** Spike sighed and change the channel again. He really needed to steal cable or something. He couldn't sleep and daytime TV was failing him. Getting up he was about to take another look a...
Our sex life had always been good, with the occasional lulls followed by periods of creativity and passion. Lately we were in a lull and you challenged me to spice things up. You had always enjoyed our nooners. Something about having sex during work hours and returning to the office with the smell of sex freshly upon you adds excitement to the mix. I tempt...
His hand pushed down against my spine, holding me flat to the mattress. As I turned my head to look round at him he thrust downwards, pressing me deeper into the springs. My heart thudded heavily. For a moment I was so intently aware of the air against my exposed skin, the shock of cool hitting wet that I shivered. It drew a groan from him. A low and despera...
Los Angeles, California. It's where we used to make movies. Through all the powdered glitz and pretentious glamour lies a smoldering relic of a bygone era. An era of entertainment, sun, palm trees, and success. It now is a shadow of its former self, overrun by high taxes, rampant homelessness, and drug problems from Downtown to Venice Beach. But in this sto...
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know or own Brie Larson or Elizabeth Olsen or any other celebrities. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. * Brie Larson was currently at a wrap party for Avengers Endgame. Her time on the project hadn't been that long compared to the main cast, but it had still been quite the overwhelming e...
The second person stood directly in front of the hole, blocking my sight and creating more frustration for me. What. The. Hell? My confidence diminished as I contemplated having to deal with two men at the same time. If it actually was another man, that is. I hadn't even had experience with one man so I didn't think there was any possibility of taking them...
FTM. Do you know what that means? For the unwary, it means female-to-male transsexual. That's what I am, even though I haven't begun any surgeries or started taking hormones yet. If you were to look at me, you'd see a six-foot-tall, blonde-haired, kind of tomboyish white chick. You might even check out my big boobs and big white butt and think that I'm hot,...