"It is Claire’s first day at the Royal Academy of Fucking – and she makes a new friend."
Hey fuckers! The name’s Ouettecunte: Claire Ouettecunte. But I think you know that already, right? This story is all about me, see: me and my pretty wet cunt – isn’t that totally fucking?So, Mom and Dad and Jack have at...
"Quinn finds himself seduced by an angel, and by the devil on her shoulder."
This could not be happening, I told myself. No way was I in some frat house bedroom with both Kori and Veronica!And to think, I hadn't even wanted to come to this Halloween party. A guy from my dorm had...
"Claire has an audition at the Royal Academy of Fucking."
The name’s Ouettecunte: Jack Ouettecunte. Now, I know what you’re thinking: that’s kind of a cunty name for a guy, isn’t it? I mean, how about something a bit more masculine, like “Jack Hammer”, or “Jack Screw”, or even “Jack...
"Wendy Jackson, on her own for the weekend, returns to her hotel and indulges in another drink or two...and some young cock, too."
Chris entered Room 834 at the Fairmont Hotel and was immediately overcome by a smell he knew all too well. An assistant manager of the venerable Chicago hotel, he had been summoned to the room by the head of Housekeeping...
"Claire hears back from the Royal Academy of Fucking."
The name’s Ouettecunte: Carl Ouettecunte. You’ve met my slut of a wife already, I believe. And my two wonderful fuck-brained children, Jack and Claire, of whom I am very proud.I am a small businessman. That is, my business is small,...
"Lexi is a renowned sex worker at a Cyberpunk Era brothel."
Lexi sat in the corner of the brothel. The room was filled with vibrant neon lights and erotic, upbeat dance music. To her left was a stage, dancers and strippers flaunting and catwalking back and forth, while others danced or spun...
"The ladies in my sex life."
There was an instant connection between Trudy and me as we sat at the kitchen table. She oozed sexuality and had a great smile. After several minutes she stood beside her husband and put an arm over his shoulder. He...
"Claire wants to apply to the Royal Academy of Fucking."
The name is Ouettecunte: Jane Ouettecunte. A highly distinguished old Saxon name, I am told by my husband. Mine was Bloggs; so you could say I have married into pedigree – and it suits me. Ouettecunte is, of course, the...
"Fictional story about my wife's encounter at a birthday party"
Strangers at a PartyCeleste stood by the buffet table, carefully arranging the snacks she had prepared for her best friend's birthday party. Her long blonde hair fell in soft waves down her back, and her dark brown eyes scanned the...
"Yoga instructor bends housewife over more than just poses, leaving her cum-covered and craving more"
David's key turned in the lock, his mind still buzzing from a grueling week on the road. As he stepped inside, the scent of jasmine and something unmistakably carnal filled his nostrils. There, sprawled on their plush leather couch, lay...