I have seen a lot of it – Some is quite good – See here my more than ten thousand favourite videos! I have seen also many videos without acting or directors, why are they always better than pro-porn? I am amazed as pleased by extreme success of the first episode with over fifteen thousands readers! I especially like the serious and lengthy feedback in some of the comments which invoke my interest I ended the third installment of this series of serious essays with my offer of three next subjects I got one vote from one of my dozen muses in a private message to tell more about pleasure spanking I guess that means she wins my plebicit among my dear readers by only one vote to zero: so You lost I will tell about my first muse who taught me everything I know in private messages and her stories I address the confusion in porn about spanking for punishment, a former Anglosaksian educational habit I summarise the standard scenario of a spanking video from the UK or US here for uninformed readers: I can skip first half, often two-thirds: a teacher lectures a teen about breaking the school rules I know from the start how good or bad (mostly the latter) it will be: raised voice and lots of bla-bla I know the dozen reasons for girls to be spanked: being late, caught smoking masturbating or whatever It is all against (boarding) school regulations, so she will receive a severe spanking at bare bottom It is first at her knickers as the English call it, but eventually they come off – bare …
Babysitter Gives My Sister and Me A Sex Education
I have a fraternal twin sister, Shelly. As her twin brother we are naturally pretty close. Close age sibling relationships could go either way as always fighting and distant or close friends which is what we were. She’s mild tempered, very nice, not too shy, and above all very curious. She was curious in the way she’d bravely try just about anything without much hesitation. This story takes place when we were young, before puberty. We weren’t totally naive to sex but neither of us had really been exposed to it yet. A few times we did let each other briefly examine each other naked but there is nothing terribly exciting to tell about that. Next door to us was a large filipino family of about 9 children if I accurately recall. One of the oldest was a guy named Raul and he was about 18 or 19 years old. He was a big guy, tall, muscular build, and I remember he seemed so old, adult, and tall to me. He was great with his younger siblings and subsequently really good with us. He was a super cool older guy to me and I looked up to him. Sometimes when we were walking home from school he’d stop and give us a lift home in his car if he was passing by. In the back seat of his car he always had a pile of porn magazines and we would flip through the pictures checking out the naked women, men, and in some cases a graphic sexual act. Raul was a horny sexually liberal teenager and he didn’t hide it. He also told stories about his girlfriends which I always listened to with bated interest. My …
Sex With My Sister (Book 1 Chapter 6)
Author’s Note: Originally Posted to AdultFanfiction.net, then posted to Hentai-foundry.com, now it’s made its way here. By popular request… SWMS the Series! Read and Review! Okay, so down to the nitty gritty of the note, my disclaimer. This is a work of pure fiction. The persons are fictitious, the situations are nothing more than fap material. In all this is fake. THIS IS NOT REAL. This is Fiction. I DO NOT HAVE A LITTLE SISTER NAMED HEATHER. MY MOTHER WAS NOT NATALIE. HELL, GIVEN MY UPBRINGING, I WOULD’VE KILLED TO HAVE THIS FAMILY. That being said, this work was originally written back in 2007 – 2010, in fact, it was in adult fan fiction with over 100 reviews telling my roommate who was in to cub porn to go fuck himself when he said incest was nasty. No, I’m not kidding. That’s how popular we got… When AFF told me I’d have to add disclaimers that made me a b it uneasy to my stories, I pulled everything until I found Hentai Foundry. Recently Their TOS had everyone pull any story or picture that may contain anyone that even looked under 18. Hence why my stories are here now. Okay, so let’s quickly cover why I’m going so slowly. I’m pulling this from a PDF format backup, meaning I have to properly format it for this website. Book 1 Chapter 6 Mom made sure that not only Heather got on birth control, but she had Jessi’s mom get Jessi on it too. For the next two weeks I had sex with Heather on a regular basis. But one night, after a particular sexy dream I woke up with a full …
Why I dislike most porn -3
I have seen a lot of it – Some is quite good – See here my more than ten thousand favourite videos! I have seen also many videos without acting or directors, why are they always better than pro-porn? I am amazed as pleased by extreme success of the first episode with over fifteen thousands readers! I especially like the serious and lengthy feedback in some of the comments which invoke my interest I am keeping half an eye on the second installment, very well read so far in first few hours up I am still wondering why so many showed their 'likes' of first and only one friend for part two I will list below more categories where well intended 'amateur'-shoots are almost always a failure I will list alternatives and explain why those takes can not possibly fail in any way whatsoever! I rarely look anymore at videos called "(See) My Girlfriend" and I will tell you why I stopped I know that in 99% of cases the 'girlfriend' is anybody's girlfriend: a cute cam-girl being taped I pity those lonely guys who maybe still never ever had a real girlfriend to love and make love to I pity even more those poor morally wrestling minds of those who would refer to her as 'cam-whore' I know as well that they undress and act solo-sex on camera mainly for money (only beginners come) If these frusto's are consequent they will call all girls which appear in favourite video 'whores' I wonder if these are the same guys who actually visit women for sex for money or don't they dare?I advise you to become …
How to Write a Terrible Sex Story
For those who don't know me, I was active about a year ago, and amassed a decent following for my own story, Being More Social, before I was forced to take it down. While in the process of writing a second series, one which could actually be displayed by this website given its rules, I've looked into how other people write smut and come across a lot of guides. Almost universally they bear the title 'how to write a good porn story,' and they usually boil down to opinion (like, 'you should always include the guy doing this to the girl' or 'the characters should be dressed like this'). QED, they don't help at all. Frankly, especially when it comes to smut if you ask me, a better guide would be 'how to write a bad one,' since badness in stories involving sex seem to revolve around tropes that should be removed, not a lack of tropes that should have been added. For this reason, I've decided amidst my new series to write this short, incredibly informal essay, 'How to write a terrible sex story.' (This is also going to contain a lot of opinion, but I hope more of this is universal opinion, ergo helpful.) Some of you may think I'm being a prick for outlining tropes in stories other writers have used, and frankly, yeah, I'm probably being quite the prick. Nevertheless, my works in the past have earned me an incredibly valuable resource – readers so dedicated they would read my content on other sites. For that reason, I'm gonna toot my own horn enough to presume I have the right …
Why I dislike most porn -1
I have seen a lot of it – Some is quite good – See here my more than ten thousand favourite videos! I have seen also many videos without acting or directors, why are they always better than pro-porn? I have written essays and reports for Playboy and Newsweek, which made the international editions I have written several hundreds of erotic stories in three different languages, blogs in many more I will give reasons below why I think most porn directors are gay guys who hate women with all heart I will give alternatives to my readers to access something sexier than mainstream porn from the West I have read hundreds of books in a wide scope of sexuology, reports, essays, autobiographies, novels I have read all my life, as I hardly worked as a journalist, editor or reporter – I prefer to think! I have lived for a few months in several European countries as well as in India, South and North I have lived for over a dozen years in Poland, where I composed an essay for the Polish Playboy I first summarise parts the essay for which Playboy Polska lacked the guts to publish it I remember the new editor-in-chief, he just loved to be Playboy's face on Polish TV and parties I remember his ignorance of my dozen earlier articles and knowledge of many different editions I sometimes still meet people who refuse to believe I have an edition even of Playboy in Chinese I got it from the former editor-in-chief, who had no idea how rare this probe print edition was In Catholic prudish Poland in …
Reading Porn at the Library
Writing porn is usually a very lonely process, and if it weren't for the great encounters some of my stories are based on, and the great encounters that follow some of my stories, I wouldn't be doing it. This is about some of the more unexpected outcomes of forays into smut. My friend Novella, upon hearing that I'm also a writer of porn, thought it would be a great idea to organize an "intimate reading" at the library she works for. At first I was skeptical, especially about the audience and if they would be really aware of what they'd be in for, but she seemed so enthusiastic about it and didn't see any problems with it that I finally agreed. From what I understood, the event was mainly advertised in the lesbian community and the posters made sure this was an "adult, no holds barred, all pussies leaking" event on porn, unabashed, unashamed, without the pretentious mask of "erotica" or the word "sensual" in it. It was an event about getting hot, and getting off. To my surprise, there was an actual little crowd on the evening of the reading. Novella introduced me, beaming visibly for excitement. She was dressed unusually tastefully and nice for her, wearing a tunic-like teal dress that was flowing nicely down her figure, stretching a little around her wide thighs. The blue streaks in her short black hair were only faintly visible in the spotlight and she actually wore decent makeup behind her glasses – thin eyeliner and some mascara that showed her beautiful long lashes. …
REAL CUCKOLD GANGBANG STORY AT THE ADULT BOOKSTORE
ive recieved numerous emails lately asking for more stories and i have so many REAL sex stories to tell that its incredible sometimes for me to remember them all. heres a TRUE story of an adult bookstore my husband took me to one day to have the gangbang of my life! one day me and my husband wanted to check out an old adult bookstore that is right in the middle of downtown where we live. tons of guys go in there, go right to the back of the store in the private booths and jack off to porn, some even get their cocks sucked in the gloryhole. but this wasnt the reason we came to the store. when we entered, we checked out the dildo section and talked to the store owner about witch one would look good inside of me. he mentioned that i looked sexy in my short skirt and heels. so immediately i looked at my husband as i bent over and showed the store owner my ass and pussy. i wasnt wearing panties that day, so i told my husband to get our camera and take a few pictures of me in the store. (i ended up losing the pictures in an old computer that died, sorry!) i took off my clothes and walked thru the aisles in my high heels posing for some pictures. the store owner took a few pictures of me as well. i held my tits up close together as customers came in and checked me out as well. one black customer smacked my ass as his puerto rican friend rubbed my pussy and felt on my clit. the black guys name was Jamal, and he told me he would love to fuck me hard sometime. i told him if my husband …
The Bookstore
She had always loved to read. Even as a kid, she always had her nose in a book. She’d read while walking to school, while brushing her teeth, she used to ride to the library and come home bowed under the weight of her book bag. She was voracious about it, she devoured novels, she worked her way systematically through the library. When her mum and dad went to shopping malls on the weekend, they often left her in a book store while they got groceries or ran errands, it was easy, she’d just sit in a corner and read and read and read. She couldn’t quite remember when she first discovered the adult books section. She’d been young, she knew that much. Maybe 11, maybe 12. Every bookstore has one, Borders, Dymmocks, Angus & Robertson – it’s a thin slice of shelf, usually somewhere in between Self Help and Health. She was a kid, she was curious. She’d already found her mum’s copy of the Joy of Sex, she’d felt that hot guilty pressure in her lower stomach, she thought there might be more where that came from in this new genre, this new frontier, ADULT NOVELS . She stood in front of books about portion size and the optimum amount of daily steps and darted her eyes left. Hand outstretched, shaking, trying desperately to seem casual. Slipping out that first volume. Hurrying away to a corner and devouring it in hot, hungry eyefuls; feeling swollen, feeling distended and not knowing why. Clenching her thighs together. Peering around to make sure no one was coming. She wouldn’t want to get …
The Repression of Truth in Erotica
There is a creeping attempt to sanctify the truth in sexual literature in the name of social good. I see it here and in other adult literature boards. It is not the fault of the editors as they try to balance freedom of expression with staying off the censors hate system. Please do not confuse this discussion with the matter of child porn in videos or on line. Here I am talking about the loss of being able to accurately portray stories in words based on real life incidents or fantasies. This is not a promotion of child exploitation. Society would have you think that young people wait until they are of legal age before they pull down their pants and explore the fun parts of their bodies. In truth, the University of Michigan Health System found that children discover their genital parts by age 6 months for boys and 11 months for girls. In fact most children play with their genitals fairly regularly by age 5-6, both boys and girls. (University of Michigan Health Service, web address umich.ed/yourchild/topics/masturbation). Ultra sound evidence indicates boys at least may actually play with themselves in the womb. Playing Doctor and other childhood games are a normal part of development. They do not represent a perversion on the youngster’s part, just human sexual development. By the time society deems it proper for us to discuss consensual sex with minors (age 16 in most areas), 40% of kids have already had sex. I myself was X years old when the neighborhood slut, who was X+ …
03. Orlas Research
03. Orla’s Research People call me BC. Big Cat. I have had this nickname all my life except for a period of 3 or 4 years at Art College, where I was known as ‘Fluffer’. These are the stories of that time. Fluffer’s time. I lived in a house by the sea, almost on the beach, with this other guy from my course. He was a moron but in the holidays I had the place to myself because he moved back home. I was really looking forward to the long summer break, when I would have six blissful weeks to myself but, annoyingly, his sister, Orla, was looking for somewhere to study during the summer hols. However, Orla was way more attractive than her brother. I simply couldn’t believe my luck when this beautiful girl turned up. Slim with long blonde hair, these bright eyes bursting with humour, and a wickedly cheeky mouth. One of these really smiley happy people, not like her miserable fatass brother. And I was single too! But unfortunately she wasn’t. And on top of this my flatmate embarrassed both of us by barking, “Do NOT fuck my sister,” as he left. As if she wasn’t there, as if this wasn’t up to her anyway. She was seeing some old friend of his as it turned out and was pretty frustrated, not that I knew that at the time. The first couple of days went by innocently enough. We both studied together in the lounge with these big doors open and a warm sea breeze blowing in. I worked at my drawing board (angled up between us so I could concentrate!) and she worked on the sofa with her books …
Kristi and Her Dad.. Chapter 2
Kristi and her Dad By PornluvrJim Chapter 2 This is an adult erotic story (or at least it was written as one). If you’re under the legal age wherever you happen to be, don’t like these types of stories, or are close minded, judgmental, ignorant or for any other reason you think these types of stories are disgusting, leave, delete it and go away forever. So, Anyway-Here she was, sitting in the living room waiting for her date with Chad, but in reality she was thinking of someone else, Her brain knew that she shouldn't be thinking of her father In this way, but she loved him and couldn't help herself, She started thinking of last night, when she got home from her college cheerleading practice She was suppose to spend the night at Barbi's house with some of the other girl's to practice cheers and gossip, but at the last minute decided to go home and get a good night's sleep. She knew her dad had a date with a new girlfriend and would probably be out late, so when she got home at Ten O'clock, she was surprised to see his new four by four in the driveway. She also didn't recognize the sports car in the driveway. She quietly entered the house and immediately heard noises from upstairs. She went into the living room and turned on the TV, but the noises she heard from Dad's bedroom began to affect her in strange ways All of a sudden, she felt tingling between her legs, followed by a definite wet spot in her panties. She sat there trying to ignore it, but it was pretty obvious that …
You Aint Gonna Believe What I Found on the Intrnet
"You ain't gonna believe what I just found on the internet.” It was the first words my brother, Bill, spoke when I answered the phone. “Do you have your laptop handy?” “Sure, hold on a second… okay, I got it, what’s up?” “Go to XNXX.COM, it’s a helluva good porn site.” “Bill, I don’t need to watch porn to get my dick hard. I’m not old and decrepit, like you.” “Don’t give me any shit, Don, just go to XNXX like I told you.” I pulled up the site and saw all kinds of options for fucking and sucking videos, pictures that expose everything a person could want to see (or NOT want to see), sex stories and more. I had watched a few things that friends had sent me, before, but I had never surfed, looking for stuff like that. “Okay, I’m on XNXX, now what?” “Go to the search bar and type in ‘barely legal’.” I did as Bill asked and a completely different set of video options popped up, “Alright, now what?” “The third video says ‘Fresh and Young’, click on it. When it comes up, click ‘play’ and go to full screen.” “You’re a sick bastard, Bill, but we’ve known that all our lives.” The video started and I maximized it. All I could see was a clean shaven, beautiful, young pussy being stroked by the girl’s own fingers. It was a home video, alright, but there was someone else operating the camera. Then I heard a familiar voice… “Hi there, my name is Nickole. I just turned eighteen and decided to share my pretty pussy with the world. I’ve only been fucked four times, but I love it. Please leave …
Meeting Him pt.1
MEETING HIM PT.1 I met HIM online,you know on one of those adult websites.I had been a member for a few years,mostly just watching the videos or reading the stories.I was into alot of kinky stuff and it was hard to find someone with the same tastes.I often felt guilty being online while my hubby was at work,but our sex life had become almost non existent.We are both black and in our late forties.I have a very high sex drive,always have,he did also until about 3 yrs ago.He started taking meds which affected his sexual desires…or so he wanted me to think. We both had been in bisexual relationships before we were married,and I often wondered if he was seeing a man behind my back.Which honestly Id be okay with,if he was honest with me,and not so judgemental towards me.We have been married over 20 yrs and I have never cheated in any way….until now.Ive always been the more kinkier out of the two of us…a quality which he liked at one time…but these days he criticized me for it.We had gone for months without sex…him saying he had no interest,so I turned to porn even more,watching and masterbating.He did not approve of that,saying I should find something to get my mind off sex.Well that was easier said than done,having gone without it for so long,it was ALL I could think of.Whenever I tried talking to him about it he would call me a whore and a slut.So eventually I stopped trying.I began frequenting the chatrooms,mostly talking to other women,thinking that wasnt really …
Episode 44 – Jenny Fucks on the Plane
Hi I'm Jenny Cumslut's journal. Jenny loves to see her name in print, in the sluttiest stories imaginable. I live under Jenny's pillow, and she writes in me most nights describing her filthy thoughts. She just adores sex. Sex with men, sex with women, sex with an1mals. Her cunt is constantly driving her behaviour. Jenny's latest entry is all about a trip to the Lake District in England to visit the Experimental Breeding Farm, and have sex with Sam, Amy, Lucy, Scarlet and the lovely young colt with the 42 cm cock she saw on Facetime.Farm Visit Jenny couldn’t wait to visit the Lake District farm; Sam calmed down her impatience with weekly video chats in the nude and a regular supply of emailed photographs. Jenny printed these off and stuck them into the journal like a porno scrapbook. Jenny demanded regular photographs of the colt, as he was growing so fast. The tip of his magnificent cock nearly touched the ground, when it wasn't being massaged by Sam. Most nights Jenny dreams of that cock – so thick it stretches her cunt beyond belief. Jenny can feel every bulging vein deep in her stomach, the colt crouched over her, slamming that magnificent cock into her, pulling back for a moment to tease her, then pounding back in. Jenny’s thighs quiver on every thrust, her cunt a mess of natural lubricant, her tits buried in the rough straw bale she is resting on. One last impaling and Colt rears up, ejaculating madly, filling Jenny’s cunt to overflowing with his red-hot sticky horse …
Susan and Nat in Adam #2: Lesson in Love
Susan and I seduce her virgin dod Natalie in erotical education and mutual masturbation Susan loves my sexy stories so I decide to publish the adventures of her and her dod Nat Susan is eager to read them so I write them first as chapters in a blog, before the stories Susan is short and stocky with 38b breasts but Nat has at eightteen already 40c big boobs Susan is planning to seduce her virgin dear dod together with me during their visit at me Natalie is shy and about four inches taller than her mom, she mistrusts men who look boobs Natalie is so inexperienced she has not even ever yet played with her hairy pretty pussy! Natalie is slowly falling for the fun we have, my charm and looks deep into her dark eyes Natalie is unaware she is about to experience the most erotic and hot holiday of her lifeSusan and I slowly seduce nice Natalie in wanting to watch us from very close in making love Susan and I pretend we do not realise Natalie has watched us making love – as if it was by accident Susan and I bring up the subject of making love properly between a sweet man and a wanton warm woman Susan pretends she is a bit tipsy from my wine, she jokingly sugest we can give Nat a demonstration Susan praises her dead virgin dod for not watching porn as some admit to do in their Health lessons Nat's head is all read, not only from my potent wine, she giggles not daring to sayYes please! Nat's eyes shine, we get the message and I propose we have after-dinner cheese in my large armchair …
how i give my friend a blowjob
HERE IS A PICTURE OF MY WHEN I SUCK MY FRIEND AND GET FUCKED:http://dlmyfile.com/7sEU Author’s Note: This story addresses a couple of fetishes. It already has mind control, induced by subliminals and other forms of conditioning. However, it touches upon some other very specific fetishes, namely exhibitionistic dancing to heavy, insistent drum music tracks, nudity, open masturbation in front of strangers, the use of gas and drugs, knockout gas, anonymous people wearing gas masks and the smoking fetish. The characters do not go down the BDSM road. Mind control, in my stories, is more like a slow but steady corruption and subversion of purpose, leading to people losing their inhibitions and letting their sexual side come out to the full. If you can’t tell the difference between the real world, fiction and fantasy by now, stop reading any further. I’m not going to be held responsible for you being an idiot and thinking that this is an account of something that can happen in the real world. This is not some sort of manifesto telling you how to do something stupid. It’s just a work of porn. Nothing more. It was to be, for Julia Markham, a most interesting day. Boredom was the bane of Julia’s life. She had a boring home, a boring boyfriend, a boring job. Even her holidays were boring, with the same boring people in the same boring resorts. Every year they would plan a different resort: each year, they’d find that the same boring people had booked the same bloody boring resort as …
Last affair pounding
So if you've read my previous stories, you'll know of some of my first time sexual experiences. Being that part of it was an affair (i've learnt and grown from the experience). It of course had to come to an end at some point. I had met up with "P" on new years eve but nothing happened, other than some light groping. We'd arranged though to have a meet up at her house as she had a couple weeks off due to illness. I remember being on the bus there and telling her how excited i was. She told me she was excited too and to save my phone credit at the time. I got off the bus and power walked there. She opened the door and was wearing casual clothes. We wasted no time in fondling, groping & kissing each other. Until her b*****r who was staying there at the time turned up as he was on his break from work. We played it cool, like i'd come round just to watch a couple films. He grabbed a quick shower and left. At this point we were debating whether to fuck on the couch downstairs or upstairs in bed, eventually the bed was the winning choice. I would like to go into detail here of what happened, but with "P", the sex was very much vanilla. We stripped each other off and i fondled her body. Working my way down from her neck to boobs, to ass to eventually her pussy. She knew my favourite colour was red, so she purposely wore a matching red bra & thong which made my cock rock hard. We got into bed and rolled around kissing and foreplaying. I lay there on my back stroking …
The Barbie Lez Fantasies – Week 74: The Yoga Teacher
Author's Note 1: These short fantasies started off as weekly mini-stories for my readers, but the newsletter was shut down because autoresponders do not accept adult content. I thus decided to publish these fantasies for free for my readers to enjoy. It is meant to entertain, so please do not leave hateful comments if everything is not perfect. I am only human after all. Author’s Note 2: Although this fantasy can be read independently, it was written as part of a series. For full enjoyment, please read “The Barbie Lez Fantasies: Week 1-73”. *** Have you ever had one of those fantasies? You know, the ones that feel so real you begin to wonder if you are actually imagining them. Well, I do… because I have them all the time! Sometimes, they turn into a story, but mostly they remain trapped inside my brain. That is, until now… I have never understood people’s fascination with yoga. Give me a choice between trying to bend by body in ways it was not meant to in a room filled with sweaty people or going for a relaxing run in the fresh air and I will pick the ladder each and every time. Then again, that could be because running always helps me relax and gives my usually busy mind a break. But this fantasy is not about running and if you think it is, I recommend going back to the start and reading the title again. Given what I just said, you are probably wondering how I could possibly have ended up attending a yoga class. The simple answer is: My friend convinced me to accompany …
One Trick Penny – Chapter 6
Paying the Parking Rate The bar served a decent shrimp dinner, and Quinn appeared to enjoy my company. She was especially amused by the stories of my tricks with my husband. “You’re man is a total freak, but then they all are,” she said in-between laughter. “Don’t get me wrong, my best customers are all freaks; I love those kind of men. They make me money.” “Speaking of that kind of thing, I’d love to know how to give a head like you.” “Ah, you saw the look on Henry’s face when I was sucking his cock.” She leaned in close and lowered her voice. “The secret is that your mouth isn’t what gets them off.” “What do you mean? That’s why they call it a blowjob.” “That's what men think. They see you putting their cock in your mouth and it’s a dominance thing. Subliminally, they believe we’re submitting to them. The mistake most women make is to try to shove as much of the penis in their mouth as possible and wind up gagging on it by deep throating. It looks good in porno videos, doesn’t it? However, the real stimulation is what you do with your hands. Cup the balls and work the shaft. The mouth is just a place to hold the cock. The magic is to make the man think he's in control, when it’s really the woman that’s running everything.” I thought back to how she brought Henry to attention. She barely had the tip of his rod past her lips. “He’d swear I’d taken in every inch of it. It isn’t necessary and rubbing his balls is far more stimulating.” “So you controlled the entire thing?” “Men …
Collisions
Collisions: *Author Note* I'm going to try playing around with points of view in this story so I can really meld the two halves of this little trilogy in one conclusory story. I'll be switching rapidly at some parts, so pay attention! 🙂 *End note* Gary's POV: Silence rings in my ears following my big question of what will happen with Tabitha, Amanda, and me. Tabitha sits still, deep in thought. Amanda just sits staring into space. I watch them both intently, waiting for someone to break the seemingly endless silence. "What do you want to happen, Gary?" Tabitha asks me. I can't read her expression at all. "I just want this to end happily for all of us." "That's so unhelpful babe, I really hope you realize that. Amanda?" Amanda finally comes back to reality and replies, "Yes?" "What do you want to happen? You finally got him, now what?" "Well… You two are obviously in love, and I know that Gary doesn't love me but… I don't know. You two have already done so much for someone who's done so little in return. I'll agree with whatever you two decide." Tabitha and I look at each other with raised eyebrows. Yesterday Amanda was a total nutbag. Now she was being apologetic and surprisingly direct about her situation. Was my cock magic or something? "I vote this becomes a page in the history books and we all move on," Tabitha says, "any objections?" "Not really. Amanda?" Amanda sits silently for a moment. She can't object, it's be a direct violation of what she'd just said. "I …
Horny Hermione – Slughorns Slut
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/Slughorn. ~*~ Early the next day, Hermione slipped out of Gryffindor common room before most people were up. She hadn’t dared chanced going to the Greenhouses again after her encounter with Mr. Filch. The thought still left her feeling dirty and horny all at the same time. Disgusted with herself, she ran as quickly as she could down the steps, her large breasts jiggling with every step. As much as she’d tried, none of her bras fit anymore. None of her clothes for that matter. Her shirts were too tight, leaving buttons gaping in the front over her massive boobs and her skirts were now scandalously short. Holding her cloak …
Peep show fun
As with all my stories these are truthful recollections of things past, except for the ones which are fantasies (lol) – you choose which you think they are! Names are real in the hope that the people involved will read about themselves and get in touch, (except where because of reasons that should be obvious, it could cause the person to be put in an embarrassing situation) 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! And if you recognise yourself – get in touch. Back in the ‘day’ in Amsterdam there existed besides the usual video booth arcades, peep shows. Something of a relic of the sixties. It consisted of a circular room, with booths along the circumference. Each booth had a window and a coin slot. You put your Gilder in and down dropped the window and you gat a few minutes of watching some woman gyrate and if you were lucky maybe a flash of pussy or tit pressed up to your window. Sadly the peep show seemed it had it’s day and it died a lingering death. By the late eighties I think there was just one left in central Amsterdam Red Light area. So in the late eighties a good friend of mine moved to The Hague for work and he invited me and my girlfriend over for a long weekend. Now I ought to mention that my girlfriend wasn’t adverse to porn but was the porn junkie that I was. She liked her porn at a distance so to speak. We’d been to Amsterdam many …
Help me, please?
I woke up in the middle of the night. It wasn’t without reason, however: it was due to the fact that my roommate had apparently come home. That hadn’t awoken me, however. What had was the sound coming from her laptop, which she had facing herself. Moans, quite as usual. If only she could keep the volume down. “Maya,” I groaned, glaring at her. “Go watch your porn somewhere else, I want to sleep.” She looked at me and giggled. “I’m sorry, love. My date couldn’t quite get me off, so I’m going to have to do that myself again.” She turned her laptop to me so I could watch the screen. Which left me quite surprised. Lesbian porn? That was new. “Actually.. You’re not straight, right?” “No,” I answered, a light blush coming over my face. “Will you try this with me?” She asked, an almost desperate look on her face. “I mean, guys never seem to be able to make me cum, and I’m so tired of doing it myself.” I blushed deeper, pressing my face into my pillow momentarily. This wasn’t quite a situation I’d ever imagine would happen. Though I’d fantasized about it, granted. But apart from reading stories, and apart from watching porn myself, I had no experience with sex. “You know I’m a virgin.” “And I know you’ve been dying to try, too.” We were pretty open about our sexuality with each other. I had been dying to try. I just hadn’t gotten the opportunity before. “Please, Lily? I promise it won’t make things awkward. I’m asking for it, for God’s sake. I’m horny and I want you to fuck me. And …