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Being Ashley Olsen

“bizarre story in which a man discovers he’s dead and eventually takes over ashley’s body (don’t worry, mary kate’s in it too)”

Normally, I woke up at seven when my alarm went off. This particular morning, though, I didn’t wake up at seven, I got up at six. I “got up “at six, I didn’t “wake “up. Because I was dead.

I didn’t realize it at first. Like that guy in the movie “Ghost, I just sort of left my body without realizing that I’d done so. It didn’t dawn on me until I went into the bathroom to take my morning piss and realized that I didn’t have to go. And then I noticed that I didn’t have my usual (and painful) hardon. I just stood there in front of the toilet with my dick hanging there limp and zestless, like it was….well, dead. (more…)

Met Art Erotic at The Metart

Met Art Erotic at The Metart

A Super Hero’s Slut Ch. 05

At two in the morning Peter left a softly snoring Mary Jane and went out for his nightly swing around the city. It was a pretty slow night considering. He interrupted a jewelry story robbery; two guys had broken the front window and were throwing the display merchandise in a bag when he webbed them and left them for the cops.

He left one man swinging upside down from a lamppost after catching the guy trying to boost a radio from a parked car.

And then he embarrassed himself. He saw three men in a bar parking lot and they had a woman bent forward over the trunk of a car. One man was thrusting into her and the other two stood were standing there watching and stroking their cocks while they waited their turn. At first Spidey didn’t quite believe what he was seeing and he perched on the roof of the building next to the bar and took in the scene. The woman had her back to him, but Spidey did see that she had great legs and was wearing high heels and that had always been a big turn on for him. He was having a hard time believing that three guys would be doing this right out in the open where they could be seen and then he heard the women’s voice, it was faint but he caught the “Don’t” and a second later the “Please don’t.” Spidey knew then that she was being raped and he swung into action. In no time he had all three men webbed and on the ground and he turned to the woman. (more…)

Met Art Erotic at The Metart

AB and Me Ch. 02

“(A few moments past where Chapter 1 left off…)”

“So because the crust is so delicious, all you really need to top it with are just a few select ingredients of your choosing, instead of trying to hide the crust with all that other stuff most pizza shops bury their crusts in.”

“I like asparagus, Alton.”

“You too? Yes, asparagus does bring some nice flavor to the party. Hmm, well it just so happens that we have some freshly blanched asparagus tops, a little olive oil, some chunky homemade tomato sauce, a bit of fresh chopped basil, a couple handfuls of newly grated Parmesan, and a few slices of mozzarella from the Italian market. Perfect! Should be done in about ten minutes.” He adds each item as he mentions it. (more…)

Met Art Erotic at The Metart

A Dance To Remember Ch. 01

Wendi smoothed the long brown hair that cascaded halfway down her back, gave herself one last glance in the restroom mirror, and headed back to the dance floor. Adjusting her strappy white tank top, she went to her accustomed place next to one corner of the area. She was still a little too self-conscious of her dancing ability, so she tended to hang out on the periphery of the cluster of dancers. Anna, her best friend, strode up to her, face flushed with excitement.

“Oh my god, Wendi!!”

“What is it Anna?” (more…)

A Desert Tale

This day was a particularly hot one, temperature soaring faster than the quickest of birds could race across the sky. The day was proving to quickly be one that could not be at all merciful. Yet the hour was young, perhaps no more than two hours past daybreak. It would indeed be another miserable day.

A single woman strays from the confines of that which would shelter from the wicked desert heat. Even the desert animals, so used to the heat of this land, could not be seen. Yet one woman, clad in a light, airy dress, yet completely covered, manages to brave the elements and emerge from a tent. (more…)

Torrie Wilson Gets A Ride

“Author’s note:

This is a work of erotic fiction. I am well aware that Torrie Wilson probably doesn’t act this way in real life, but hey, I can dream, can’t I?”

John got in his car and hoped for the best as he drove to Detroit, Michigan to hopefully get a job with the WWF. He didn’t want to be a wrestler, he just wanted to be a truck driver, like he had been before he got fired after going to Trish Stratus’ hotel room. As he drove, he thought, “What if she can’t get me a job? Then what?” As he neared where he needed to be, he changed highways to get to the arena. Being a truck driver in the northern part of the country, he knew his way around. As he sped down the highway, he saw a broken down car on the side of the road. The hood was open, and smoke was coming out. He debated helping, but thought “Ah, fuck it.” (more…)