Not What We Agreed On
“Well, what do you think?”
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Nobody Likes a Showoff
“Fuck, get out!” Zach yelled, covering his foreign breasts, before realizing who’d just walked in on him. “YOU!” he yelled, giving the finger while keeping his breasts covered.
Find the Ring
Come on, come on, that ring’s got to be around here somewhere. I need to find it quick!
Passion Pill
I was trolling around the mall with my friend Mark. We noticed a new store that had popped up right off the food court, Spells R Us. I elbowed Mark and asked if he wanted to check it out.
Not what you’d expect when you hear “Shared W
My girlfriend and I came upon a genie about a year ago. He’d appeared out of nowhere and told us “I have decided to bless you mortals with my talents. You may each share 1 wish.” 1 wish each right, so 2 total? That’s what we thought. My girlfriend was the first to decide. “I wish each time I turn a guy on, I become more like his ideal partner.” No protests from me. After all, I’m gonna be the one getting turned on more often than not. The genie said “Granted!” in a booming voice, and disappeared. What gives? What about my wish.
Can’t Control Herself: Part II
Chris was hanging around with Mike and Jake when Stacey came stomping down from the cabin, steam practically shooting from her ears. She grabbed Chris’s arm and yanked him off where they couldn’t be heard. “Who the FUCK is that slut you left in there, and why is she stealing my clothes?” She snapped, punching him in the chest for emphasis.
The Convention II: It’s a Trap!
Joey quickly got the idea as I pulled him into the elevator. He hit the number for his floor, and I pushed him hard back into the corner, and made out with him ferociously. I threw one foot up onto the hand rail on the wall and ground my pelvis into his crotch. I could feel the bulge of his manhood straining against his jeans. The realization that he needed this as much as I did only turned me on more.
The Convention
I was at a comic convention with my friends, and having a fantastic time. The only thing that was starting to bug me was the sheer volume of “booth babes” the venue had payed to hang around all day.
The Other One
I was out at a local club Jen, with one of my best friends from work. She’s great company, but every now and then she’ll complain about things when she’s clearly in a better position than the person she’s talking to. Today’s topic was her love life. “It’s just impossible for me to get a guy I like to show any interest in me.” She said.
Witch’s Temper
I should have warned my friend from out of state about my towns local magic population. I had thought it wouldn’t have been necessary; he’s really all bark and no bite. Steve might make an ass of himself every now and then, but he never really needed my help to keep him out of trouble.