Cream Pie Stories

A Mel Story
When Mel slides into a booth with two strangers and a wicked grin, she’s not just ordering a drink—she’s setting the night on fire. What starts with flirtation over bourbon ends in a tangle of limbs, tongues, and heat that won’t quit. No narration, no apologies—just three voices, one unforgettable night, and enough sin to make a preacher sweat. Trouble at Table 3 is filthy, fast, and hot.

1. This is a first draft and needs a lot of editing but I had a load of these stories collected for editing, and I've gotten around to none of them so I just decided to publish them as they are. 2. Samara is a recurring character in most of my stories. She is a tall, thin, elegant, aged futa. Kind of like an aging, elegant sexy siren or a more slender, alien version of Elvira.

Mother’s Day brunch begins with croissants and compliments—but ends in unthinkable heat. When one teasing question turns the air electric, Rachel finds herself at the center of a family celebration that erupts into lust, surrender, and taboo. Mimosas blur the lines, desires ignite, and every boundary is crossed in this unapologetically depraved tale of generational hunger and maternal power.

Father Mallory expands the reach of the futa-nuns!

Roleplaying is fun and with Ronny and Josh they have been busy at the office all day; but Ronny has had Josh playing Secretary all day... fine with Josh, who now is on round two of this sexual endeavour with his kinky boss. Ronny has much in store for his ginger twink.

A The Chronicles of Dan Hayward Story
On this day, Brad, Hayward, Jake Campbell, and the families witness the boys sign their NHL entry-level contracts.

A My Sister Hated Thunderstorms. Story
Sam Fletcher walks the fields with his forewoman, Leona Abraham, meeting many of the workers. Mary Fletcher, Ellie’s sister-in-law, introduces her to one of the perks of local shopping and meeting farm labourers. Donny and Sarah make new friends.

One bar. One look. A night neither of them was ready for. In "The Stain We Left", two strangers lock eyes and end up tangled in sweat, wine, and something dangerously close to obsession. Told in raw, unfiltered dual POV, this story doesn’t fade after the last thrust—it drips, aches, and smolders into the next morning. Her thighs are still slick with him. His mouth still tastes like her. And neither of them is done.

Mia and Tilly were both innocent 14-year-olds, until they met Brett and Nick who introduced them to their swinging party group.