Alison Goes to London: chapter 8 – Strangers in the Fucking Night

"After all that's happened, can Alison and Eva be reconciled?"

 “Are you sure it’s gonna be okay?” asked Alison. She was sitting in the back of a black London taxi, sandwiched between her parents.“Yes, honeypot,” replied her mother, “Professor Cuntslicker has sorted it all out. The black boy has left...

Alison Goes to London: chapter 7 – A Working Fuck

"Professor Cuntslicker is having a bad day. And Anna has a tea party..."

 Professor Emma Jane Cuntslicker, PGCF, FD, FRSF (Fellow of the Royal Society of Fuckers), sat slumped at her desk, weighing up the events of the week. Had there ever been a worse one during the course of her entire twenty-year...

Swim Team Gangbang

"Gabbie accidentally bangs her school's entire swim team."

Lately I’ve been taking advantage of the open swim time at my school’s pool. Technically, the swim team has practice at that time, but the pool is large enough that the administration lets non-team members swim as well. It’s great...

Alison Goes to London: chapter 5 – Fuuuck… Fuuuck…

"Rob appears again. And the shit hits the fan."

 “Hey, Alison, suck my cock! How’re you doing?” said Rob, his eyes lighting up at the sight of her spit-covered face peeping out from under Claire’s ass.“Shit, Rob, I wasn’t expecting you. But… come in…” said Alison uncertainly, not really...

Supervisor and Cashier Part III: A Shoulder to Cry On

"Ashleigh asks Jack to come to her house to comfort her after a fight with her boyfriend."

It had been a regular Thursday at the grocery. I had arrived for work at 2:30 p.m. to be the second shift self-checkout attendant. These shifts either went well or who a complete cluster show. I remember that day wasn’t...

Alison Goes to London: chapter 4 – Fucking Fuck My Fucking Cunt With Your Fucking Fuck-Stick

"It is 2050. Alison is settling in well at the Royal Academy of Fucking."

Friday 30th September, 2050Dearest Mommy,I am sooooo sorry it has taken me so long to write. I have been so fucking busy – or vice versa! The first two weeks of this term have been the fuckingest I have ever...

Alison Goes to London: chapter 3 – You Can’t Fuck Shit If You Can’t Fuck Mish

"It is 2050. Alison has a packed first day at the Royal Academy of Fucking."

Monday, 19th September, 2050Dearest Mommy,My first day at RAF has been totally fucking amazing! In the morning, we had our first practical session, in what they call the “Money Lab”. In the middle is a huge bed, for the group...