FanfictionWriter101

“I’m telling you, it’s real! I’ve not done anything to this besides click the button to take a photo!” I exclaimed, furious that my hard and diligent work as a member of the paparazzi wasn’t paying off in the slightest.             “You’re telling me that somehow… somehow in this fantastical land of teenage boy’s dreams, that you stumbled upon not one, not two, not three, but four naked superstars all walking around like it was nothing? Hell, I don’t even think all four of these people are friends, let along voyeuristic mates,” my editor retorted, his interest in the photo being an intimate one, but one of sheer scepticism. In the age of internet fakery, it would have been foolish to just admit it was real, but having known the whole story, I knew from first-hand experience, that these four women were not only voyeuristic mates, but intimate voyeuristic fuck buddies. Let me tell you the story.     ...

I date Jenna Louise   Coleman. Yeah, I know, lucky me. And despite this being far beyond the bounds of reason, beyond the bounds of common decency and essentially being a terrible decision, I would like to tell you a particular story that rendered me… More than emasculated. And you may be wondering just why I would be willing to risk a relationship with such a woman by sharing a private story. And if you are wondering that well… Stay tuned.             Late one night, back at Jenna’s apartment, we found ourselves getting closer and closer, the wine helping to speed us up. Clambering on top of me, she straddled me, grinning lustfully as she leaned in and stole my lips, her tongue eagerly and hungrily dipping into my mouth, exploring and taking me by surprise. Her hands began to unbutton my shirt, one dipping lower to grab by crotch, instantly setting my cock hard, pressing and struggling against the fabric of my jeans. G...