Buck's Big Boob Bed Time Stories….BBBBTS I was getting out of my SUV. I motion for my friend to get out of the passenger seat. Ace worked at a tattoo shop in town. I sold him a computer last year. He owed me a favor. "Buck… Is this the place? Should I get my needle and ink?" said Ace. "Yes! She's right inside. She can't wait." I said. He smiled. "She really wants your initials on her breast and ass??… Wow! That's my kind of woman." said Ace. I smiled. 'Yeah! I'll show you were to put "BK" on her. Thanks once again." I said. I knocked on the big red front door. "Knock! Knock!" Before I get ahead of myself…. It all started about a week ago… I just parked my SUV in the back lot. I got out. I started walking toward the hotel bar. I was out near the airport. I just got off working a long day. I was tired, but need a drink before going home. Thursday is lady night at this bar. There usually a good crowd after 9pm. I was wearing some simple tan cargo pants. A long white button down shirt. I pulled up the long sleeves. I changed shoes after work. Now I just had some white canvas tennis shoes. I was not wearing under wear or socks. I left them in my office. I checked my watch as I walked into the small bar. The place was half full. I took a seat at the end of the bar. I ordered a beer. I then looked around. I saw a few girls walking around the bar. There were a few people playing pool. Some were watching a game on TV. A few people were on the dance floor. The music was not …
The Evil Cheerleaders on Halloween Night
I heard it was true, the Evil Cheerleaders were coming. I worked at my small town's convention center for 10 months and I'd heard all sorts of stories about the Evil Cheerleaders. But I'd always assumed they were more of a myth. The type guys at comic conventions and stuff make up because who doesn't like a silly, sexy myth. The simplified version was this: There was a not-so-secret organization called the Evil Cheerleaders who went from convention to convention, causing all sorts of trouble, mostly fucking men, breaking up marriages and relationships, partially to prove how lame and easy to stray men were, and partially because they just liked causing trouble. One night a year, you guessed it, Halloween, they infiltrate conventions with the intention of increasing their ranks, seducing one innocent girl and turning her into the newest insatiable Evil Cheerleader. You can see why I was somewhat hesitant to believe this. I mean, who could believe such a thing? Which is why I was more than a little surprised when my s****r Faye, who worked with me at the Convention Center and was as staunch a feminist as they come, was outraged upon hearing that the Evil Cheerleaders were coming. "Wait… they're real? they're really a thing?" I asked, shocked. "Oh they're real" she said, "and they project an image that women are only interested in one thing, being slutty and submissive to men. If they're really coming, I don't know that I can keep supporting this place." "If they're willing to …
Le Freak
Le Freak ©Castlequeen 2015 Le Freak. Yeah, it's a great song, and it describes me perfectly. I AM quite the freak, but I guess it comes from being smart enough to know what I want in life, and careful enough to get it without getting in trouble. Perhaps I ought to explain. I lost my virginity right out of high school, what with all the horror stories of diseases, I didn't want to rush into anything. I'm not exactly ugly, so I had no shortage of guys interested in me, but I didn't want to rush into it. It was awkward to say the least, and I didn't get within a mile of an orgasm, but he was super sweet so we scheduled a make up date, and once again, it wasn't earth shattering, but much more pleasant. Then I told the guy we needed to do some reading, and a book was purchased and over my second semester of college, we got fairly proficient at it. What we didn't get was very weird of freaky. Missionary sex, after a few minutes of me sucking him, and after a few minutes of him licking me, unless it was Saturday night in which case he got to come in my mouth and he'd eat me to orgasm. Nothing fancy, nothing fun, and nothing out of the ordinary. As my freshman year in college wound down, I felt like I should have a little more fun, so I dumped him, and on a whim, tried it with another girl. Wowzers! Very fun, but after a few weeks with her, and trying new things on a regular basis, I still wanted cock and men, and I still had the urge to be a bit of sub and let some guy blast all …
dildo surprise
As with all my stories these are truthful recollections of things past, except for the ones which are fantasies – you choose which you think they are! If you enjoy them please give them the thumbs up; if you really like them please comment and if you REALLY like them mail me and I’ll tell you more than I can put here! Many, many years ago, long before the internet allowed us all to discover ‘things’ in the luxury and quiet of our households sex education consisted of talking to mates (god help us), embarrassed parents (if you were lucky) or flower power ‘60’s experimental teachers . It’s truly a wonder any of us made it! One day as a teenager I found my dad’s stash of porno’s. Until then the only woman I’d ever seen naked was my mum. I was from that point hooked into women – cheers dad. So it goes I was interested in how girls found out about themselves. My first love/shag was great. We made a mess of shagging weekly, but we also learned a lot. Sadly though as both of us were still living at home, everything was rushed and opportunities had to be taken when they arose. But one summer my girlfriends parents went away on a short break, so we took good advantage of having the house to ourselves. We dived into her parents bedroom and bed! After shagging for what seemed ages we led there in post sex bliss. As Sue cwtched in she asked me how I knew what I knew when it came to sex. So I mentioned mates, porno mags and what we been told at school. So I returned the same question to …
Horny Hermione – Greybacks Bitch
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the “Harry Potter” characters. These stories are strictly for ‘entertainment’ purposes. Don’t sue me, I have no money. WARNING: These stories are just fantasies but we’ll be dealing with mind-control, non-consent, public sex, and whatever else I want to right. Heed any warnings I put up. I’ll try to make each story in the series a stand-alone so if you don’t like something happening in it, you can just go to the next series. I will be altering facts to suit my purpose. This is Hermione’s 7th year. Book 7 hasn’t happened. So they’re all at the school. McGonagall is headmistress, Snape teaches DADA and was never seen killing Dumbledore, etc, etc, etc. Hermione is 17 years old in this and she’ll always be with older men, Lucius, teachers, etc. If that’s not what you’re looking for, this isn’t the story for you. Coupling: Hermione/Greyback, Hermione/Hagrid Monster: Werewolf NOTE: This is out of order. It came into my head and I just had to write it. Enjoy. ~*~ Fenrir Greyback smelled the little Hogwarts Hottie before he saw her. He’d heard of the spell worked on Hermione Granger but the fuck-me pheromones that wafted from her took him by surprise. His dick jumped to life and his mouth watered. What a surprise to run into her here at Knockturn Alley. The air around him sizzled, reminding him that the full moon would rise soon. It was his lucky day. ~*~ Hermione moved through Knockturn Alley as quietly as possible. No one at Hogwarts had been able …