A collection of various sex stories. 


Volume 1 - The Frivolous Skirt Chasing Pervert 

Volume 2 - The Harem King of a Female Dormitory 

Volume 3 - Stranded

Volume 4 - NTR Lover - I'll Steal All Women


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Opening my emails I found the usual junk that accumulates in my inbox before spotting a feedback email for my story. I opened the email and read away.


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'Hello 'Wang',

I just wanted to send a quick note to say how much I enjoyed your story 'Meeting Bella Swan'. I have read a few stories on Webnovel.com and yours is the first to really captivate me. 

I really liked how the characters got to know each other and interacted together before sleeping together. It appealed to the 'romantic' side of me that even a brief liaison can have a little chemistry and romance, but then again girls like a little romance don't we? ;).

Being a bit of a Twilight fan, I really liked how you portrayed Bella, so down to earth and friendly. It is almost like you know her. Do you know Bella Swan personally? 

Anyway now that I know your writing style I will read some more of your stories and look out for any new ones you write.

Thanks again

Newfangirl.

P.S BTW the sex scenes you wrote were really hot. Let's just say that I enjoyed them - A LOT. Xxx'
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Wow. I had never had an appreciative email like that before. I was so happy that a woman had read my story and liked it. 

I immediately wrote back.


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'Hi Newfangirl,

Thank you for the compliments on my last story. I am always amazed when someone takes time out of their day to write to me about one of my stories. I am really glad you enjoyed it.

I am also pleased that a woman likes my stories. I always write from the male perspective (because that's the only perspective I know!!) and I am glad that my writings can connect with women who may read them.

In answer to your question, no I don't know Bella Swan. I wrote about her as I find her attractive, not only physically, but also her attitude, her bubbly good nature and her wonderful talent as an actor. I only know her from her appearance in 'Twilight Saga' and the interviews she did for the movie. 

I always try to write my stories with a little romance, or at least with the characters having a real connection. I don't know about you, but I always want to have a connection with someone before going further. This must make me a bit of a romantic at heart huh?

This story was a bit of a fill in for me. I was, or actually am, writing another story and I got 'stuck'. I was struggling with it and wanted to clear my head. So I decided to write this story.

I don't know if you would be interested, but would you like to read my new story and let me know what you think of it so far. Please don't feel obligated as you are probably very busy, but if you would like to I can forward it to you to take a look at.

Thank you once again Newfangirl. I look forward to hearing back from you.

Wang (Username - WangShu).

P.S I'm really glad you liked and enjoyed the sex scenes. :)'
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I sent the email off and went about with the rest of my evening. Having a girl email about my stories got my mind racing, wondering what she was like. Of course in my thoughts she was a gorgeous woman, tall, blonde, really sexy. I hadn't had a lot of female attention recently and my mind raced with the possibilities.

Hello readers. My name is Wang. 
This is the story of a Webnovel Author, who participated in a "Writing Contest" which happened to be "A twilight FanFic Writing contest".

Being a big fan of Twilight Saga and the character Bella Swan, the author decides to participate in the contest.

He was not aware that his participation will make his dreams, both good and bad, come true.

Tia straighten up and attentively looked at TP anticipating and waiting for her to start her story.

The truth is, aside from sharing lewd photos online anonymously. She love to read erotic novels too. She have a huge collection of digital ero novels and hentai mangas.

But her favorite sex stories are the ones supplied by her best friend. Because she's a nymphomaniac, she had lots of stories to tell her whenever they meet up. 

She would tell her all the details about her sessions, she even tell her the size of her partner's penis.

They had such an open relationship that's why she enjoyed being with TP. They don't judge each others preferences and pervertedness. 

"My patron and I met up and we went to his hotel room and had a wild sex all night long. The end."

TP finally said. Then she teasingly smiled to Tia.

"Boooooooo, so stingy. Give me more!" Tia demanded. She's unsatisfied with her friend's boring story telling.

"Go create your own sex story bitch!" TP snapped back.

"You're old enough, aren't you going to try it? Instead of hearing my story wildly fucking boys why don't you try it yourself? You're such a pervert but still a virgin. You're a disgrace to all the perverts out there." TP jokingly scolded her. 

"You know I feel disgusted when a man looked at me with full of lust right?" 

She helplessly replied. She knows TP was just teasing her, but honestly the thought of her losing her virginity had always crossed her mind. She wanted to try and see if the things she read and hear are true.

"Bitch how about your boss? You said you don't find the way he looked at you repulsive... He even sent you a bodyguard today. Maybe he likes you? He's even your mighty savior. You can use your body as a thank you gift to him. How about that?" TP suggested. She wanted her friend to experience the wonders of sex. 

"Are you insane? I can't do one night stand with my boss. No way!!!" Tia instantly denied her idea. 

"Bitch who said it's just a one night stand?? I heard your CEO Lee is good looking, he's a perfect catch. If you don't want him, im gonna taste him myself." 

Then TP stood up, aiming for the door, she's gonna ask for CEO Lee's contact number to Rin Chan.

⚠ ⚠ FOR MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY ⚠ ⚠ 
***some scenes/chapters have mature content, language, gore, and violence that might not be suitable for general audiences. Readers discretion is adviced. ***

Meet Tia Kim, an aspiring and hard-working career woman who was well respected by her peers and was labeled as "goddess" by her colleagues due to her ethereal beauty and grace. But behind her meek facade,, she keeps a deep dark secret that can shatter her reputation in the blink of an eye. 

She can't imagine what will happen if people found out that she's not as pure and innocent as they thought she is. 

A chance encounter led her to personally meet the renowned bachelor CEO Ian Lee. But what would happened if her handsome, domineering boss found out about what she's hiding?


#smut, #kinky, #OTP ,#softcore, #romance, #drama

Summary: A mom inadvertently falls in love with her son.

Note: This is a NUDE DAY 2014 contest story so please vote.


"Mom-Son": A Love Story

It was a couple of days after my son's eighteenth birthday when I realized I wanted to have sex with him.

I know...I know...it is completely wrong, sick and twisted...I told myself the same thing at first.

To explain my strange sexual hunger, my son, Paul, is a complete ringer for his father, Darren, who died in a car accident when Paul was only three. He had the same blue eyes, the same blonde hair and the same dazzling smile.

I had known these facts for years, but as he turned from an adolescent to a man it became even more apparent.

That all said, I had never considered sex with him at all until I accidentally walked in on him sitting at his computer as he stroked his cock. I could argue it wasn't him I wanted, but just a cock to pound away the cobwebs of my long neglected pussy. Yet, the reality is, putting the pieces together of his good looks, his exact replica voice and his identical big cock, it was definitely him I wanted...it was like I could relive my late teenage years when I originally started dating Darren...or in a morbid sense relive my marriage to the only person I had ever truly loved.

I apologized profusely for not knocking, and it was obvious that Paul was as embarrassed as I was. Yet, that night I couldn't stop replaying the brief encounter in my mind. At first I was mortified by what I saw...then as I laid in bed trying to fall asleep, my mind began playing tricks on me. Every time I closed my eyes and began to try and reach slumber, my son stroking his completely erect, thick cock popped into my head. I would immediately jolt up and shake my head for thinking such an inappropriate thought...yet as soon as I laid back down and closed my eyes the exact same scene would repeat itself...I was in the incest version of the Groundhog Day movie. Eventually, out of sheer exhaustion, I fell asleep. Obviously, it wasn't a great night's sleep.

The next morning, Paul and I pretended it didn't happen, but, of course, you can't erase the past, and an unacknowledged awkwardness began between us.

Over the next month, even as my morals argued it was completely wrong...my too long ignored libido screamed it was okay. I began pleasuring myself while imagining my vibrator was Paul's cock fucking me. I sucked my dildo imagining it was Paul's cock I was sucking.

Whenever I looked at Paul, I saw Darren.

Whenever I talked to Paul, I heard Darren.

It became unhealthy and obsessive, and it soon began to consume all my thoughts and dreams.

I regressed to my teen years as I began, inadvertently at first, attempting to entice my son, like I had his father all those years ago.

Although I wasn't as thin as my perfect body cheerleading days, I was still in decent shape. Sure I could lose a few pounds, but who couldn't? The beginning of grey was showing up in my black as night hair, but so far I hadn't thought it showed enough to dye it. I had always been slightly chubby, being big-boned like my father, thus I had large, all natural, 38DD breasts and a wide ass. Conversely though, I have long thin legs which had both breast men and leg men often checking me out.

For the record, I had dated a few men over the years, a couple even potentially going further, yet none were Darren. Thus, I always found a way to end the relationship before it got to the moving stage. I realized I already had the perfect man in the house...it was now time to make it happen.

I began wearing shorter skirts at home, tighter blouses and heels...the things that had always got me what I wanted from men. Although my son did seem to notice my ample cleavage, I realized even if he was interested sexually in me he was way too shy to make a move...especially since I was his mother.

So at supper one day, six weeks since first seeing his cock, I decided to ask questions and learn more about his preferences.

At the table, I started by asking the usual question, "What did you learn today?"

He responded like he always did, with the teenage staple answer to almost any question asked by a parent, "Nothing."

I quoted, "Why do I pay school taxes then?"

He responded making my mouth drop open, the irony dripping, "So I can learn that some think Hamlet and his mother had an incestuous relationship."

I gasped. My son had brought out the very topic I was planning to try to get to in less than thirty seconds. Did he too know what I was feeling? What I was wanting? Did he want me as much as I wanted him?

I joked composing myself, "Apparently, the message of Hamlet has changed since I was in school."

Paul continued, "No, the message is still about religion, revenge and becoming a man, but if you read deeper into the words of Shakespeare it seems clear that Hamlet and his mom were having a sexual relationship."

I joked again, this time trying to see where his head was about the idea of incest, as I asked, "So you're telling me that according to Shakespeare to become a man you have to sleep with your mother?"

The words out...I realized I had just asked my son the most leading question ever.

His face went red as he stammered, "I'm not saying that, Shakespeare was."

"Do you concur?" I asked, dying to hear his answer...his nervous red cheeks adorable...my pussy sopping wet, I waited a long time to let the idea of incest between him and I linger in his mind before I added, allowing him to save face, "That Shakespeare wrote about incest."

"According to Mrs. Walker, incest back in Shakespeare's time was quite common among both royalty and the peasant classes, so it wouldn't be uncommon for a playwright to write about it," he answered.

I asked, again shifting my strategy to test the waters of his interest, "If incest was once common, did Mrs. Walker discuss when incest became inappropriate?"

Paul shook his head no. "It was a rather brief discussion actually. She just mentioned that if you go to college some professors go much deeper into the subtext of the play and the possible incestuous relationship between Hamlet and his mother."

"I see," I said smiling, adding one more subtle hint, "it's interesting how life always goes full circle."

Paul asked, "What do you mean?"

"In Hamlet, I don't completely recall the plot but I remember a speech about going full circle in life and death," I shrugged, before adding, fishing for a compliment, "but that was a long, long, time ago."

"Oh, mom, you just turned forty," he countered.

"I feel fifty, I countered, with a heavy sigh.

"Oh Mom, you're still a very beautiful woman," he replied, unable to maintain eye contact with me. Was I making him uncomfortable? Was I turning him on?

"Thank you, son," I said, standing up, walking over to him, bending down and giving him a big hug. I made sure my ample breasts pressed into him and that my perfume lingered. I bent down and gave him a kiss on the cheek, before adding, "You're so sweet, just like your dad."

Returning to my seat and sitting down, I noticed he was beet red and clearly overwhelmed by what just occurred.

The rest of the meal we chatted about his upcoming graduation, his summer job at the college library and college...although I asked questions, I am not sure I heard many of the answers as I pondered the reality that the seed for incest had been planted and now I had to help nurture it.

Now completely obsessed with my son, so compulsively obsessed with the idea of committing incest, I started researching just how common incest was and is in today's society.

The more I read, the more I came to see both the pros and cons of having an intimate relationship with my son.

I learned: Throughout history incest was very common among a diverse range of groups particularity the peasants, rural folk and poor people. I also learned that royalty and the very wealthy also participated in it and some secret societies existed for the pleasure of family relations.

Cousin incest is very common even now and almost half the states even allow for first cousins to marry (even though some of these states still prohibit same-sex marriage which is interesting).

Stats also suggest that almost everyone knows someone who has been involved in incest whether it be full-blooded siblings, parents and children, grandparents and their grandchildren, aunts/uncles and nieces/nephews and so forth. Based on that theory, I wondered who I knew who would have participated in an incestuous relationship.

Although not a massive number, ten percent of people surveyed in their early twenties will confide in anonymous surveys that they have been a part of a consensual sexual situation with a sibling.

Also, on the website Literotica the most common search is for incest stories, all the most read stories are incest and mother-son relationships are the most read about erotica stories on the internet. There is even a taboo movie series that creates fictional films of incestuous relationships. Going further incest is the most ignored, or least talked about, taboo even though it has always existed in history, mythology, fiction and so forth.

Many studies have also proven that people are usually attracted to people who look like themselves and thus family members are often sexually attracted to each other but ignore these feelings because of society's standards. (Although Paul looked more like his father, he had my eyes and my cheekbones).

Lastly, a theory called Genetic Sexual Attraction explains the shockingly high incest interactions of family members who do not know they are related. Studies conclude that half of all first introductions of biological relatives lead to sexual attraction and almost a quarter will conclude in a sexual relationship. With rising divorce rates, one-night stands, adoption, and embryo donations this number continues to increase. 

After this fascinating research session, my cunt was begging for attention, so I pulled up Literotica and did a search for incest stories and couldn't believe the massive amount of stories about incestuous relationships. There were brother-sister, aunt-nephew, dad-daughter, and mom-son. There were also quite a few mom-daughter stories and other same sex variations. I redefined my search to mom and son and began reading. Although they were fiction, the stories drew me in as I imagined I was the mother and Paul the son. After a few stories, I brought myself to an intense orgasm.

The next day, I went online and read a forum full of people who admitted to having incestuous sex. Eventually I came across one that stirred me:

I started having sex with my son just after his eighteenth birthday. As he grew from teenager to man I couldn't believe how much he resembled his deceased father. When he wore a tux for his prom, I knew I wanted him. I researched the morality of incestuous sex, I chatted online with women who had had sex with their son and decided that for his nineteenth birthday I would give him the present that it seemed many boys fantasized about...his mom. We have been lovers ever since. Although we are not man and wife legally, we act like a married couple. Kennedy

Her story resonated in me as it was the exact same emotions I was feeling. I clicked on her name and was thrilled to see I could contact her by email.

Curious to know more, I emailed her:

Kennedy, I hope I am not being forward, but having read your brief declaration of your intimate relationship with your son, I was hoping for advice. I too want to have sex with my son. I too have lost my husband. I too see my husband in my son's looks, voice and mannerisms. Can you give me advice on how to cross the line? Eager Mother

Pressing send, I went back to Literotica to read a few more stories before heading to work.

Getting back from work around ten at night after a long day at the hospital, where I am a nurse, I slipped out of my shoes and went to check on Paul.

I unbuttoned another button on my blouse before I knocked on his door and said, "Can I come in?"

"Sure," he said.

I stepped into his room and found him on his bed reading a book. "How was your day, honey?"

"Riveting," he sarcastically responded, looking at me.

"Is that an SAT word," I joked going to his bed.

"I don't think so," he shrugged, seemingly looking down at my legs as I walked towards him.

"What are you reading?" I asked, reaching him and sitting on the edge of his bed.

"A Fault in Our Stars," he answered, "I need to finish reading it before the movie comes out later this month."

"Cool," I said. I leaned in and kissed him on the cheek again, before adding, "It was a long day, I'm going to go shower."

"Okay, Mom," he nodded, his cheeks again going red. Obviously my kiss either turned him on or embarrassed him. I was dying to know which.

I stood up and headed to the door. Stopping, I turned around, noticing he was again looking down at my legs. Curious if I was correct, I sighed, "Darn pantyhose," and returned to the bed, put my foot on the end of the bed, bent over and fixed my nylon at the toes.

Although he returned to his book when I looked at him, it was obvious he was checking out my legs. I wondered if he was a leg man. Darren had been a breast man. He would spend hours playing with my breasts. He even loved fucking them with a generous amount of lube. Although he came in my cunt sometimes, and my mouth sometimes, more often than not he finished by pumping his cock in between my tits.

Standing back up and heading out, again stopping at the door, I turned around and again he quickly glanced away. I said, with just a hint of sexiness, "Good night, honey."

"G-g-goodnight, Mom," he briefly stammered.

Leaving his room, I was suddenly confident of two things:

One: he was a leg man

Two: I did turn him on

This newfound knowledge exciting me greatly, I went to the shower and pleasured myself like I occasionally did with the powerful shower head while thinking of Paul fucking me.

In my room, dressed only in my robe, I opened my laptop to check if I had gotten a response from Kennedy. A chill of excitement went up my spine as I clicked on her reply.

Hi, Thank you for the e-mail. I remember when I was in your situation.

My mixed emotions.

I was his mother I shouldn't feel this way.

Incest is wrong.

I will go to Hell.

Yet, the more I denied my own feelings (and can your own feelings be wrong?), the more I fantasized about my son.

I resisted for months, self-destructing the relationship I was currently in with a good man...he just wasn't my son.

In the end, I decided to take the risk and have been in the most loving, most sensual and most sexually satisfying relationship of my life ever since...and that includes my husband who I loved with all my heart.

Sex should be with someone you love and care about and although society frowns on it (although it was once very common), the reality is your own flesh and blood, whether that be son, daughter, mom, father, aunt, uncle, niece, nephew or any other blood relative is someone close to your heart and thus a logical person to be intimate with.

In conclusion, don't be ashamed by your feelings, as I mentioned before what you feel in your heart can't be wrong (no matter what society says); that said, we moved to another state when we decided to live as lovers where no one knows we are biological mother and son.

If you have any questions, feel free to ask.

Kennedy On yahoo as momplussoneequalsfun (I know it is silly but I thought it was humorous at the time) 

I read the email three times and, exhausted, decided I would respond tomorrow. I shut down my computer and went to bed...wondering what the odds were that Paul could remotely feel for me the way I felt for him.

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The next morning, I responded to her e-mail:

Kennedy Thank you very much for your encouraging response.

I felt overwhelming guilt for having sexual feelings for my son, which were slightly dissipated by my online readings...yet being in a similar situation myself (my husband died when my son was three), I feel much more at ease with my feelings after reading your e-mail.

My question is: How did you go from these early yearnings to eventually having sex with your son?

I hope that is not too personal of a question to ask. If it is I apologize for being so presumptuous as to ask it.

Courtney 

This time I signed my name, no longer ashamed by my feelings.

I cleaned the house for a bit, and talked to Mom on the phone before I headed into work where my thoughts of incest faded into the back of my mind while the demands of the job took over.

That night, I again was exhausted, and I again decided to check on Paul, who this time was on his computer playing some online game and didn't even hear me knock.

Entering, I startled him as he had his gaming headphones on. "Mom! Crap, you scared the heck out of me."

"I thought I'd let you know I'm home," I said, going to his bed and taking off my shoes.

He turned away from his game, which I took as flattery, as he watched me. I joked, "I think it's time to get you a girlfriend."

"Why?" He asked, trying to maintain eye contact with me and yet on more than one occasion taking quick, he thought unnoticeable, glimpses of my legs.

"When I was your age I was going to parties, meeting boys and well," I shrugged, as I took my first shoe off, "you know."

"What?" my adorable, but innocent son asked, clearly unable to focus on my words.

"Making out," I answered. "Plus, I met your dad when I was eighteen, too."

"You did?" He asked, "You've never told me how you and Dad met."

"It was lust at first sight," I joked, as I tossed my second shoe on the ground and collapsed backwards onto his bed.

"W-w-what?" He stammered, clearly distracted by both my words and my legs.

I rolled onto my side to face him, my legs stacked onto each other, and said, "You're eighteen, I guess you're old enough to hear this, if you can handle your old bag of a mother telling you about her young, wild days."

some sort stories of taboo

This story is a complete work of fiction; any resemblance to anyone, alive or dead is pure coincidence. All of the characters in this story are 18 years and older.

story from literotica
(To the reader if mc c*clord by someone just put warning in the title of the story.)
I still don't read some of the story.. so I don't know if that story going to ntr(netorare)... well you can leave some comment to the title to alert someone... thats that....
I upload this for my own to read....

Hi guys! Here GreatSage.

Well, I left a comment in a chapter days ago, but I don't know if you have read it or not. I was going to add this to the last chapter I posted, but I forgot about it.

The thing I want to talk you about is a recommendation of a fanfiction. I convinced a friend of mine to start writing, as he also read a lot of fanfics. He has started uploading in webnovel and the novel name is "Sex through the Multiverse".

It is a set of stories, which, as the name suggests, is about sex. There are a lot of lemon scenes in each chapter and I think they are very well written.

So far he have only uploaded four chapters (3.5k words each) and in each of them there has been sex. Give it a try, and leave some powerstones and reviews.

As always, thank you very much for your support, I love you.

btw, the poll about fate volume was literally 50/50 (the one characters pov) :p

I had a useless death because of a goddess. 

I woke up in a forest. Looking like an egg, I had to survive against a lot of fantastic monsters. 

It seemed to be a fantasy forest, and by killing monsters, it went up a level. 

Until I met another dragon and he took me to a certain place in Japan. 

Wait... Isn't this the world of DxD? 

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I don't have the rights to any work that appears in this novel. 

Well, except for my character. 

I don't own the cover either. If the author has any complaints, be free to talk to me and I should remove it. 
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The start of the novel is based on the Reincarnated as a Dragon’s Egg ～Lets Aim to Be the Strongest～world. So the world is not entirely made of DxD, it also has this part of the start of the novel. 

Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/GreatSage_Master1

[ See, I'm not a ghost nor are you mentally ill, I am a system that is tasked to help you in your life ]

I involuntarily raised my eyebrows, "How can I know if you're real? Who are you? What do you mean help me in my life? I'm perfectly fine, thank you." I answered 

[ I AM REAL. Don't you read any light novels or webnovels? Jeez!  You know those stories where people get reincarnated and suddenly they have a system and they finish up missions given by the system and viola they live happily ever after ]

"What do you mean light novels and web novels? Is there such a thing?" I asked 

[ Of course there is! They are stories! Usually found in the web or internet! ]

With that I opened my phone and search the web about web and light novels. I found a site where people write and read online novels and then tried searching stories that has system something in it but I couldn't find one. 

"I found something called online novels, are they the same? But I couldn't find any stories about system or something" I explained before closing my eyes again. 

[ Wait--- what the hell is wrong with this world... Oh right, this isn't earth. Anyway, trust me! I don't mean any harm to you ]

"What do you mean trust you, we don't know each other that much and you have the guts to say to trust you? What gives?" I replied and then heard the voice sighed 

[ Anyway, why don't we first open the interface of the system so you can see for yourself what I am all about ]
[ Think 'System Open' and the interface will appear ]

"System Open" I thought but nothing happened, "Hey, are you playing around?" I asked

[ Gee Wiz! Why don't you open your eyes for Pete's sake! ] said the voice in frustration 

As I opened my eyes once more, I was greeted by a semi transparent screen floating in front of me which made me jerked up. 

I gasped which alerted my bodyguard, Ryle who was sitting beside my driver Ben. 

"Is there something wrong my lady?" asked Ryle 

[ No one can see the screen, just to inform you ] The voice interjected which relieved my worry 

"None, it's nothing" I replied then my focus went back to the screen. 

Information are flashed through it, specifically information about me. 


System 23 Interface (Self-Development System)
System Level: 1 (0/1000)

Host: Amaya Florini (17)
Sex: Female (Virgin) 

Beauty Level: Slightly Average
Sex Appeal: (Locked)
 
Health: 62/100
STR: 51/100
INT: 58/100
WIS: 45/100
Charm: (Locked)

Skills:
(Musical Instruments: Violin, Piano, Cello)
(Public Speaking)

Beauty Enhancement: (none) 

Personality Enhancement: (none)

Unused points: 0


With the various information appearing in front of me, I don't really know how to react. However, why the bloody hell is my virginity needed to be specified?! Why the hell am I just slightly average when it comes to appearance? Is the information correct?! 

"Hey---is your name System 23? anyway, are these info correct?"

[ The information were all gathered from you host so yes I'm pretty sure these are all correct and accurate ]

"Are you sure? Did you double check it? I'm pretty sure I'm not that stupid---why is my intelligence and wisdom only in 58 and 45 and what's with that slightly average beauty level?"

[ Host this just mean is that you are an average person with an average intelligence and a slightly average appearance, this is much better compared to my previous host where they have poor appearance and intelligence ]

"Huh? So you had previous hosts? Are there any person that have systems? Are there any other systems?" I inquired 

[ Yes host, I've had other hosts in the past. To answer your second question, you first need to level up. With regards to the last question, yes there are various kinds of systems located on different worlds and dimensions ]

I furrowed my brows, " Different worlds and dimension? Does this exist?"

[ Of course they exist, the thing about light novels and web novels, they are from the world called Earth. This earth is pretty similar to your own world albeit they lie on different dimension ]

"Stop." I said asy head started to feel something, there are just a lot of mind-boggling information that I suddenly learnt about that I'm not surehow to digest them. "Let's stop with this for now --- let my mind rest for a while" I insisted 

[ Okay, but host do you want to accept the beginner's pack first? ]

"Beginner's pack? What is that? What was that for?" I asked massaging my temples 

[ It is something like a gift given to every new host of a system. It contain things that are surely beneficial to the host. ]

"Alright"

[ Beginner's Pack Gifted ]

[ Host do you want to open? ]

"Sure" I replied 

[ Beginner's Pack Opened ]
[ 50 Energy Points (EP) 
  Silk Hair Pill x1
  Clear Skin Syrup x1 ]

"What are these?" I asked

[ Host, energy points are needed for you to level up and is the currency that is used with buying using the 'shop' function of the system whereas the pill and syrup are things that enhances your physical appearance ]

"I see, this shop thingy can I see it?" 

[ Host with your current rank, you cannot access the shop function. However, with regards to your EP do you want to allocate that you your level? ]

I thought about it, since I still can't access the shop them of course it could only be allocated to my level. "Sure" said I then my screen updated. 


System 23 Interface (Self-Development System)
System Level: 1 (0 (+50)/1000)

Host: Amaya Florini (17)
Sex: Female (Virgin) 

Beauty Level: Slightly Average
Sex Appeal: (Locked)
 
Health: 62/100
STR: 51/100
INT: 58/100
WIS: 45/100
Charm: (Locked)

Skills:
(Musical Instruments: Violin, Piano, Cello)
(Public Speaking)

Beauty Enhancement: (none) 

Personality Enhancement: (none)

Unused points: 0



Before long, we have arrived at my school. The school that I attend has a long history and these can be seen towards the buildings that we have. The school that I attend is called Regias Imperium  Universitas. This is the very first school established way back before the country was united and during the times of kings and queens. The school experienced a lot of destruction and reconstruction due to many wars that it had experienced. This school produced countless of kings, queens and generals throughout the history and up till now it continue to produce countless of presidents, prime ministers, renowned doctors, businessman and many more. Today, it is known as a prestigious school for the noble and the rich.

As we were traversing the outdoor park for the () I've asked my driver, "Ben, can we go to Capulus and order a Bicerin" 

"Yes my lady" Ben answered

WARNING : MATURE CONTENT AHEAD READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.


WARNING : MATURE CONTENT AHEAD READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.



BAWAL SA BATA AT SA MGA FEELING MALINIS.






THIS STORIES CONTAINS OF BAD WORDS. MALALASWA. KAYA KUNG DI NYO KAYANG BASAHIN WAG NYO BASAHIN. WAG NYO DIN I REPORT. LECHE DI KAYO NAAWA SA MGA GUSTONG MAG BASA NG STORY NAPAKA SELFISH BOSET. 



The following is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, events or places are purely coincidental and not intentional. The story contains sex of minors and incest, and if this offends you or this is illegal in your place, please do not continue reading. This story is for reading enjoyment for those who likes this kind of story, but the author does not condone the acts described herein, including the practice of unsafe sex. You may freely download the story and distribute by all means, electronic or photocopy, to other responsible readers provided that you enclosed the author's name and the notes.











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“You want me to what?” Joshua Hendricks stared at her, eyes wide with confused disbelief. He was staying at a nearby Baptist college off I-10, while she attended Florida State University. They were close enough that he could visit almost every weekend. Cassie believed college was the time to experiment. By his expression, Joshua didn’t agree.
“I want you to tie me up and spank me. Here.” She reached back to her desk, which was right beside her bed, and grabbed the book she had been reading. “Read this. I want you to do this to me.”
Perhaps she should have asked more probing questions before shoving a book in his hands, begging him to spank her, but she only knew what she wanted, not how to ask for it. As he read, she saw his brows bunching together in a knot of wrinkles over his nose. Not a good sign. When he finished reading, he glanced up at her, a look of pure disgust on his face. “You want me to do this to you? You’re a freak! This isn’t sex. It’s abuse.” He tossed the book away from him, as if afraid of getting caught with the evidence in case her ass was found with deep red handprints.
Cassie rolled her eyes. “It’s only abuse if I don’t want you to do it or I tell you to stop and you don’t. Otherwise, it’s just sex and we’ve been having that for over a year.”
“Beating a woman is not sex.” He shoved his hands in his pockets, as if suddenly afraid of touching anything in her room.
“No, it’s not, but spanking can be. That scene didn’t turn you on at all?” She knew the answer before she even asked the question. He wasn’t turned on; he was repulsed.
He didn’t answer the question, though. “And what’s with the other girl being there. Sex is to be between two people who love each other. Two people of the opposite sex. You don’t want to have sex with another woman, do you? That’s…that’s just wrong.”
Cassie just stared at him in disbelief. “So, you’ll break some church rules if it means getting your cock off, but other things are taboo? You can fuck me, but you can’t spank me?”
“I do not fuck you, Cassie. We make love, like people in love do.”
“No, Joshua. What we did in the backseat of your daddy’s Cadillac was fuck. You don’t ‘make love’ in the backseat of a car parked under a raunchy bridge where homeless people sleep. You screw. That’s what we did, Joshua. We screwed.” It was blunt, she knew. Perhaps, too blunt for his sanctimonious ears, but she was over the hypocrisy. She was also over the lame ass sex he was giving her. She wanted more. She deserved more. “I’m sorry, Joshua, but we’re through. I can’t do this anymore.” She turned and walked towards her door. It was time to move forward with her life.
However, Joshua didn’t move. Confusion decorated his face, as he stared at her. “You’re breaking up with me because I won’t spank you? Or is it because you want to have sex with a woman, and I don’t agree with it?”
“No, Joshua. I’m breaking up with you, because you’re a narrow-minded, selfish pussy.” She opened the door to her dorm and stood with a hand on her hip. “Now, get out.”
His shocked expression transferred to bitter resignation as he approached the open door. “If you follow this path, Cassie, you’ll wind up in Hell.”
She gave a sad shake of her head. “No. I’m leaving Hell behind me.”
He stepped across the threshold and she quickly closed the door on that chapter of her life. It was time to turn a new page, a blank page that she could fill with rapturous adventures, which allowed her to experience life, instead of denying it. It was time to create her own stories.
For the most part, Cassie did just that. She found someone whom she could explore bondage with, and she discovered she loved being spanked while being taken from behind. Her last year of college, she had sex with Gina, her lab partner, and, as Katy Perry sang, she liked it. So much so that she wanted to do it again. There was still more she wanted to explore, such as two men at once or a man and a woman together, but for now, she was content just writing about them. That is, until she found out Kristi Bishop was attending the St Augustine Writer’s Event. Rumors flew about the romance author’s exploits at the author events, stories of how the Bishops would choose someone to play with all weekend long, sharing their body between husband and wife. Since then, her imagination caused the honey between her legs to drip constantly.
The waiter came and set their sandwiches in front of them. Cassie picked up her pulled pork sandwich with both hands, a grin spreading across her face. “You never did answer my question. How long has this crush been going on?”
Her mother opened her mouth, more than likely ready to threaten Cassie with a spanking or a timeout, but loud giggling drowned out anything she was about to say. They both turned towards the commotion. A tall man, not much older than Cassie, entered the restaurant, his arms wrapped around a blond and a redhead. He had short-cropped hair, dark chocolate eyes, and muscles that were not content being confined inside of his T-shirt. His smile was only made brighter by his laughter. The two young women with him not only seemed to be hanging onto his every word, but also hanging onto him, as if staking their claim for anyone who was watching—and everyone was watching. He was definitely relishing the attention.
Lily stared at the man through narrow eyes. “He looks familiar.”
Cassie nodded. “He should. He’s on the cover of several of the books you read.”
Her mother glanced over at her. “Excuse me?”
Cassie had already taken a bite of her sandwich, so she held a finger up, asking for her mom to wait a moment while she finished chewing. After swallowing the food that was in her mouth, she took a sip of her beer, and then answered. “Olivia Smoak. She writes those tropical romances that you enjoy. Well, he’s her cover model. His name is Patrick Brennan.” She stared at the cover model a moment longer, her head cocked to the side. “Weird. I had heard that the two of them were an item. So much for truth in rumors.” Hopefully, the rumors about the Bishops were true at least.
Her mother popped a chip into her mouth. “He seems to have some pretty enthusiastic…what did you call them? Fangirls? Well, he has some clingy ones, for sure.”
“That he does.” They watched as the trio ordered drinks to go and then disappeared back down St. George Street, both women laughing and finding every excuse they could to touch him. Not that it seemed they needed an excuse. “It’ll be interesting to see what trouble he gets into at the event. He’s a wild card, that one.”
Her mother just grinned. “I bet he’s a fun wild card, though.”
Cassie glanced over at her mother, whose eyes twinkled with mischief and grinned like a woman with dirty thoughts. Cassie laughed as she shook her head. “You, mother dear, are bad.” She took another bite of her sandwich, still shaking her head.
Her mother shrugged as she bit into her burger. “Bad is the new good, haven’t you heard?”

Romance is more than just stories between the covers of a book, and many hope the tales spring from the pages and into their lives. For the readers gathered together in historic St. Augustine for the St. Augustine Authors Event their fantasies are about to come true. Some have visions of doing more than just getting a signature from their favorite author or cover model, while even authors arrive hoping for a little spontaneous adventure. Lives change during this weekend event as people take the fantasies, which have kept them warm at night, from the pages of their novels to bring the heat into their lives as well as their sheets.

Fangirls: The Collection brings together five stories from five different ladies and shares the relationships they are hoping turn out to be more than just fantasies.

Fangirls is created by R.C. Wynne, an eGlobal Creative Publishing author.

2 Priests on a Hawaiian vacation 

Two priests decided to go to Hawaii on vacation, They were determined to make this a real vacation by not wearing anything that would identify them as clergy. 

As soon as the plane landed they headed for a store and bought some really outrageous shorts, shirts, sandals, sunglasses, etc. 

The next morning they went to the beach dressed in their 'tourist' garb. They were sitting on beach chairs, enjoying a drink, the sunshine and the scenery when a 'drop dead gorgeous' blonde in a topless bikini came walking straight towards them. 

They couldn't help but stare. 

As the blonde passed them she smiled and said 'Good Morning Father, Good Morning Father,' nodding and addressing each of them individually, then she passed on by. 

They were both stunned. 

How in the world did she know they were priests? 

So the next day, they went back to the store and bought even more outrageous outfits. These were so loud you could hear them before you even saw them! Once again, in their new attire, they settled down in their chairs to enjoy the sunshine, after a little while, the same gorgeous blonde, wearing a different coloured topless bikini, taking her sweet time, came walking toward them. 

Again she nodded at each of them, said 'Good morning Father, Good morning Father,' and started to walk away. 

One of the priests couldn't stand it any longer and said, 'Just a minute, young lady.' 'Yes, Father?' 

'We are priests and proud of it, but I have to know, how in the world do you know we are priests, dressed as we are?' She replied, 'Father, it's me, Sister Kathleen.'

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Students at the local school were assigned to read 2 books, 'Titanic' and 'My Life' by Bill clinton 

One student turned in the following book report, with the proposition that they were nearly identical stories! 

His cool professor gave him an A+ for this report. 

Titanic: Cost - $29.99 
Clinton : Cost - $29.99 

Titanic: Over 3 hours to read 
Clinton : Over 3 hours to read 

Titanic: The story of Jack and Rose, their forbidden love and 

subsequent catastrophe. 
Clinton: The story of Bill and Monica, their forbidden love and 

subsequent catastrophe. 

Titanic: Jack is a starving artist. 
Clinton: Bill is a bullshit artist. 

Titanic: In one scene, Jack enjoys a good cigar. 
Clinton: Ditto for Bill. 

Titanic: During the ordeal, Rose's dress gets ruined. 
Clinton: Ditto for Monica. 

Titanic: Jack teaches Rose to spit. 
Clinton: Let's not go there. 

Titanic: Rose gets to keep her jewelry. 
Clinton: Monica is forced to return her gifts. 

Titanic: Rose remembers Jack for the rest of her life. 
Clinton: Clinton doesn't remember Jack. 

Titanic: Rose goes down on a vessel full of seamen. 
Clinton: Monica…..Ooh, let's not go there, either. 

Titanic: Jack surrenders to an icy death. 
Clinton: Bill goes home to Hillary - basically the same thing!

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Sex and Funny Quotes 

"You know that look women get when they want sex? Me neither!" - Drew Carey 

"I know nothing about sex because I was always married." - Zsa Zsa Gabor 

"My wife is a sex object. Everytime I ask for sex, she objects." - Les Dawson 

"Sex is one of the most wholesome, beautiful and natural experiences that money can buy."- Steve Martin 

"I'm such a good lover because I practice a lot on my own." - Woody Allen 

"My best birth control now is to leave the lights on." - Joan Rivers 

"My love life is terrible. The last time I was inside a woman was when I visited the Statue of Liberty." - Woody Allen 

"What's the three words you never want to hear while making love? Honey, I'm home." - Ken Hammond 

"The big difference between sex for money and sex for free is that sex for money costs less." - Brendan Francis 

"Love is the answer – but while you're waiting for the answer sex raises some pretty good questions." - Woody Allen 

"I believe that sex is a beautiful thing between two people. Between five, it's fantastic." - Woody Allen 

"I admit, I have a tremendous sex drive. My boyfriend lives forty miles away." - Phyllis Diller 

"Humans are the only animal who can have sex over the phone." - Dave Letterman 

"My girlfriend always laughs during sex – no matter what she's reading." - Steve Jobs 

"Sex is like art. Most of it is pretty bad, and the good stuff is out of your price range." - Scott Roeben 

"Women need a reason to have sex, men just need a place." - Billy Crystal

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