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Archive for August, 2008

Valentines Day Virus

Dwayne gave a strangled moan of pain as he burst through the front door of his house, one hand clutched to his crotch and an expression of absolute agony painted over his face. With shaky steps he hurried up the single flight of stairs and rushed into his bedroom. He almost fell onto his bed and hurriedly unbuttoned his jeans, tugging them down to his knees. His boxers soon followed and he looked desperately at his genitals, the source of his pain.

His cock was fully erect and an angry red color. But what was most alarming was his testicles. Dwayne’s balls looked huge and swollen, approximately four times their normal size. They had a dangerous red-purple color and he could see the inflamed veins pulsing. (more…)

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WWE Writer: Completely Stratusfied

My name is John Shavian, a 26-year-old former model and Hollywood writer that is a new hire by World Wrestling Entertainment on their writing team. I work directly under Stephanie McMahon as her writing assistant. I was hired to work for the company on December 22nd with the specific task of catering to the needs of the WWE divas. I’m the first person that the company has ever hired that has taken on the role of writing storylines for the women in the company. Like Stephanie told me after I got hired: “You work for me, but more importantly you work for those divas. They are very valuable to us and I want you to do to everything you can to please them.” I believed in it. (more…)

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The Wedding Night

“Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction. This work depicts explicit sexual acts which may include heterosexuality, bisexuality, homosexuality, and any form of sexual action or expression. If it is illegal for you to view such material or if such material in anyway offends you then do not read the work. Any copyrights which may be contained with in this story are the property of their respective owners.

I welcome and encourage any comments, criticism, feed back, questions, or suggestions, or even just a friendly hello, that you may have regarding this story. You may contact me at the link below. Thanks and enjoy :-).” (more…)

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The Scooby Gang Orgy

“Jinkies!” said a flushed and out of breath Velma, as her climax began going down.

Velma could feel the last drips of Shaggy’s cum, emptying inside her swollen cunt. Shaggy pulled his cock out Velma’s cum-dripping pussy and Daphne was stunned.

“Oh my God! Shaggy! You’re hung!” Daphne exclaimed.

“Zoinks! Freddy! Daphne!” said Shaggy, as he opened his eyes after he finished his load inside Velma.

“I can’t believe you guys were in here having sex without us,” said Freddy. “And Velma? How long have you been keeping those large breasts from us?” (more…)

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The Promotion Ch. 2

“This story is completely fictional and in no way reflects the sexual preference of the beautiful Ms. Britney Spears.”

Throughout the entire concert, my pussy was dripping wet with anticipation and so were the crotch of my pants. Britney did a terrific job, voice like an angel. So did Mandy Moore, Britney’s opening act. I had never really realized how sexy Mandy Moore was until tonight. She had a perfect, tight little ass, great for grabbing hold of, and fairly big tits. Not as big as Britney’s but that didn’t matter, hardly anyone has tits as big as Britney’s. (more…)

The Naked Now: Behind Closed Doors

“That’s just what I wanted to hear!” Lt. Yar had spoken that line on Stardate 41209.3443.

Somewhat later, she approached me on the Starship Enterprise and averred firmly, “It never happened.”

It was commensurate with the latter event that Natasha Yar instructed me to delete any memories I had beginning with Stardate 41209.3443 through Stardate 41209.6630. I did this out of friendship, not out of obligation, as I outrank her. However, she merely asked me to delete them from my memory; I am archiving them here on my personal computer, eyes only, as the events were very special to me. (more…)