“So, this lilliputian Tasmanian Devil on speed jumps on my back, and I’m like, ‘Whoa! A feral cat’s attacking my ass!'” Everyone was laughing uproariously. The charity event was a huge success, and, now, it was our time to celebrate. At least three dozen of us sat around a roaring bonfire, feasting, drinking, and retelling our day’s exploits in true bardic fashion. The feats of valor were retold by each of us, in turn, an...

“My God, I’m getting wet just from looking at him.” “Did you check out his package? He’s either hung like a horse or he has a huge sock stuffed down there.” “More like the entire sock drawer!” “And those eyes! It’s like hypnosis or something. Did he kiss your hand, too? I almost ran to the ladies’ room to take care of business.” I was mingling with the patrons of the big, charity event, dressed in wenchy, medieval finery,...

“A gourd works as well as a crystal ball,” the witch-mother cackled, hacking the top off the pumpkin. The innards were stringy. ”Meditate upon the strands of time. Focus, believe, let your essence flow. Your heart’s desire shall be granted.” Alone, I stared into web-like pulp, my fingers fucking my cunt and stimulating my clit. My essence flowed with orgasmic bliss. Multiple, screaming orgasms consumed my steaming flesh a...

”I feel like a whore in church,” Kia mumbled. “You’re in a church, you whore!” Kat laughed. Calling the location a church required either a time machine or a total disregard for reality. At one point in time, it had been a classic, Christian church. The rigors of time, abandonment, and the now-gone cult of Satanists that claimed it as their own had left it a sullied, desanctified shell. Multicolored beams of light trickle...

My nude body, my thighs slick with the steamy liquids of my arousal, quivered with both horny lust and nervousness. I’d done this risky act before, but never to the extreme I was about to attempt. Mature, grown women don’t stand in front of their front door, naked and horny, determined to seduce the pizza delivery man. Luckily for me, I only qualified for half of that. I am a grown woman, nothing more. I glanced at the to...

“Just ignore the cameras, tiger,” I purred. “Yes, like that! Harder. Mmm.” Jonathon Rock, millionaire and smut-peddler, had his face between my outstretched thighs. One of his hands was on the floor, balancing his body, and the other was thrusting in and out of my dripping pussy. “Suck my clit. Make me fucking cum!” I glanced at Matt, our ever-present cameraman. “Stroke that big, Australian cock for me. Shoot your cum all...

“I am death, the Grim Reap…” “I fucking swear if you point and say, ‘the salmon mousse,’ I’m going to kick you in your bony balls!” In a harrowing, shrill voice, the cloaked figure intoned, “The time is nigh.” “The science guy? What the literal, living fuck, Mr. Reaper? Wrong house.” Overall, I was slightly less than impressed. Sure, the mottled cloak of somber charcoal and dead black, pardon the pun, was a bit terrifying...

The thoughts of what I was about to do had my pussy so drenched that I was struggling against the powerful urge to finger my fiery cunt right in public. A slutty, see-through dress, of a medium gray, gossamer fabric with glimmering, sparkling silver threads woven throughout, was one of my choices. As it hung on the hanger, displayed for potential buyers to admire, I could see completely through both layers of fabric. Thig...

“Fuck her hard,” I instructed, my voice filled with moaning passion. “Harder!” Susan looked edible and so slutty that I felt as if I’d outdone myself. Her pizza delivery girl costume was perfectly slutty, and the exquisite colors matched her complexion and hair. With the Halloween season looming, sexy pizza girl costumes were everywhere. It took some comparison shopping, but I found one that wasn’t only a perfect match bu...

Sorry, guys, but the universe lied to you. Even worse, a lot of the women in your life, including your dear mother and spinster aunt, as well as several of your girlfriends, perpetuated the falsehood. The clothes do not make the man; they reveal him. How one dresses, and the clothing they choose, reveals infinitely more about you as a person than an hour’s worth of interview questions. If you dress in only the latest fash...

All eyes in the room were on me as I spoke. “Your contract, sir, is akin to masturbating with a cheese grater—slightly amusing, but mostly just painful.” “It’s a standard contract, Marion,” the well-groomed, three-piece-suit-wearing shyster persuaded. “It’s very generous.” “It’s Mary Anne, not Marion, but you can call me Miss Mary Anne. The only generosity I see here is toward Good Knight Productions, and this is only a ‘...

“You did what?” The car swerved dangerously as his head swiveled toward me. Johnny asked me what I did during the day, and I answered truthfully. “I teased and flashed the mechanic, then circled back on my way home and fucked him, making him shoot his cum all over my body.” Mr. Jonathon Rock, the porn site purveyor, looked shocked, stunned, and crestfallen. “Oh. I see.” His tone had changed. “I just that thought that we…...

I may be a slutty fuck, but Johnny was an amazing lover, dedicated to bestowing multiple orgasms upon me. He was also quite kinky, roughly pounding me as I called myself a slut and other vile things. My immaculate home looked like ground zero after a tornado struck. In our horny zeal, furniture had been overturned, couch cushions flying willy-nilly. A chair was broken during our impassioned tryst, too frail to hold both o...

All I could think about was how desperately I yearned to be fucked. Before my store had even opened, my toys were drained and lifeless, but my aching cunt still throbbed with horny need. Cum-saturated hands unlocked the doors, and my mind was consumed with taboo, horny fantasies. Unlike Mary Boring-Vanilla Sue, an orgasm or two wouldn’t sate me. I was so far gone that only the nastiest, dirtiest, and most degrading sex-ma...

I’m not merely a slut; that’s far too vanilla to describe me. I’m the sort of scandalous vixen that gets slut-shamed by major sluts. On top of that, I’m a natural redhead, complete with pale skin, extreme emotional swings, and infinite, volcanic passion to match my fiery hair. I epitomize the saying, “You can sleep with a brunette; you can sleep with a blond, but you’ll never sleep with a redhead.” Additionally, I’m also...