XXX Fiction

Barbie Lez Before I begin this story, let me explain what my life has been like for the past few months. Since I have yet to make a living from my writing alone—hint hint—I usually go on a few workations (work vacations) to help supplement my writing income. I usually do this during the late part of spring and early in the summer. This year I spent the better part of four months working. My schedule looked something like this:

Barbie Lez “Fuck!” I muttered as I woke up with a terrible urge to pee. Glancing at the alarm clock that stood on the bedside table, I realized it was the middle of the night. My friend and I had spent the entire day together. It had begun with a quick shopping spree—at least that was what my friend had promised me, but personally, I don’t consider three hours to be quick—and was followed with a chick flick, before ending

Barbie Lez It was Sunday. Like the previous day, my relatives kept me busy all day. My aunt seemed to have run out of things to say, because she was oddly quiet. I almost asked her if something was wrong, but I feared she would start speaking again, so I kept my mouth shut and enjoyed the silence. I was looking forward to a relaxing day, but my aunt’s constant talking was replaced by an overwhelming number of activates. By

Barbie Lez It was Saturday. I took advantage of my vacation to sleep in, but it was still quite early when I finally awoke. I joined my aunt, uncle and cousin in the dining room and had to refuse my aunt’s offer for breakfast about a dozen times. I don’t like to eat right after getting up because it makes me feel sick, yet my aunt did not seem to understand spiking breakfast was possible, insisting it was the most

Barbie Lez Visiting relatives is usually a daunting task and spending time with my extended family is no different. However, I had been keeping myself incredibly busy with work for the last few months and I decided to finally accept their offer to go spent the weekend at their cottage. I knew the conversation would be boring and the company bearable at best, but the thought of spending a few days surrounded by nature was a welcome change of pace.

Barbie Lez My roommate loves animals. Unfortunately, our landlord absolutely forbids the presence of any and all non-human creatures. Fortunately, my roommate is not afraid to break the rules. After all, she already owns a parrot and even used to have a rat. “I’m getting a dog!” she announced one morning. I had just gotten up and I was still groggy. It took a few seconds, but my brain eventually deciphered her words. When it did, I froze mid-step and

Barbie Lez “Have you made up your mind?” asked the pound worker as she arrived. I stopped rubbing the studly German Shepherd’s stomach and stood up. I was beginning to feel seriously guilty about wasting her time and decided it was time to put an end to this little game of mine. However, I could not very well come out and tell her I had never been panning on picking a dog. Actually, I could have, but that would have

Barbie Lez “What do you think?” asked the pound worker as she nodded to the German Shepherd that lay before me. He was sprawled on his back, with his belly exposed. I had been rubbing it for the past few minutes, but I was now standing before him. “He’s great,” I said. And it was true, he truly was a great dog, but I was starting to feel bad about lying to the poor woman. Not only was I wasting

Barbie Lez “Have you made a choice?” asked the pound worker. She had just returned from answering the phone. Of course, she had also snapped me out of my perverse fantasy, but she knew nothing of it. So I forgot about the incestuous pounding I had just witnessed in my mind’s eyes and instead focused on the real world. “I’m not sure yet,” I said. Or course, it was a lie, because I knew perfectly well I would not be

Barbie Lez I have always wanted a dog, but I assume that was made obvious by the dozens of canine-themed erotica stories I have written. However, what is unclear to most people is the reason for my love of dogs. It all started many years ago. My father has always disliked animals and categorically refused to let us have pets. But after years of us constantly bugging him, he finally gave in. However, he only agreed to let my siblings

Barbie Lez t was late at night and I was walking home. Not because I enjoyed freezing my ass off, but because I had no other choice. It was so late that the subway system was closed, so walking was my only option. Fortunately, my apartment was not that far away and only a fifteen minute walk separated me from my warm bed. Unfortunately, that meant taking a shortcut through a particularly creepy back alley. I am not usually the