Natasha hadn't been with John in a very long time. They’d chatted online, and exchanged emails, but anything physical had been absent since their split. John hadn’t fucked her in months and she really fuckin’ missed it. Bad. Even the two men Natasha used...

Her friend Cheryl made porn for women and sold it on her website. They'd had conversations about making a tape, but Natasha was a bit worried about it, something like that could ruin her career if it got out there.  "No one will ever know who you are, swe...

When John saw Natasha in the parking lot, he must have known by the look in her eyes she was there to get a backseat fucking. The fact she was waiting for him in the back seat of her car was probably a good clue as well. Tall, thin, blonde and blue. And i...

They were having beers at the Rio Bravo when Natasha felt the first stirrings of her weekly crazy slut attack coming on. “You gotta get me outta here, John.” John took one look at her, the way she glanced around the bar, eyeing all the men, her eyes alway...

J.J. was perfect for Natasha. He was a poor substitute for John, but any “fuck port” in a storm. J.J. wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed, but he was a decent piece of ass. And sometimes he’d pass her around with one or two of his dumb friends when they...