How to Open a Mobi File on Kindle (Step by Step Instructions)

girls-carrying-books-stamp

How to Open a Mobi File on Kindle (Step by Step Instructions)

 

If you’re having any other problems, please leave a comment below and I’ll try to help.

Smutpunk on Skates Cover Reveal and Pre-Order – Now It’s Live

smutpunk-on-skates

Smutpunk on Skates Cover Reveal. Order Now It’s Live!

Interested in Reviewing or Being a Part of the SMUTPUNK4LYF Street Team? Sign up to Review and Get a Free ARC.

 

Book Description

Heather is a lovely young lady.

No, not really.

Heather is a hot Asian chick who has a thing for roller-skates and yoga pants. She’s also obsessed with white dicks and dominant men. All she wants is the ‘one that got away, but not everything is as it seems. Some kinky fuckery is underfoot. Games are being played. Heather will have to wage a new kink-chemical-pussy-warfare to empower her inner Queen Bitch.

Who’s the player? And who’s being played? That remains to be seen.

Get a ring-side view of Heather’s heart panties and her spinning glittery roller-skates.

Let the games begin.

NOTE: This book has all the taboo fun you’ve come to expect from smutpunk erotica. It features humiliation, cuckolding, roller-skates, exercise, diet and fitness, menage, raceplay, MILFs, and roleplay.

Teacher Student Erotica: Jess and the Professor

teacher-student-erotica

Teacher Student Erotica: Jess and the Professor

Jess was his student. He watched her and marveled at her. He was the teacher, the professor, and he was respected. Unfortunately, it wasn’t so much acedemic admiration for his big brain as physical admiration for his big bulge, his big muscles, and his big smile. These girls were little giggling hyenas. Yes, they were university students, but here in the Far East that often meant that their bodies were more mature than their minds. Jess was one of these girls. She had a pretty face and was dressed like a sailor. She gave him a key-chain for Ppeppero day, the chocolate covered sticks day, that said I love you. He motioned for her to lean back on the desk. She was dubious, but she consented. Asian culture had taught her to respect authority and look up to teachers. Butterflies flapped in her gut, sweat formed on her palms, a faucet leaked into her panties, and she smiled uncontrollably as he taped a piece of paper over the tiny window on the classroom door. She was a virgin and had that nervous energy that virgins in the Far East have. Some people hated it, but he was into it and asked her to lift up her shirt and lean back.

breasts

Her breasts were irresistible. I was helpless.

He thought he knew what pink was, but he was wrong. Her breasts hung out. They were made of the softest white porcelain skin that he had ever seen. He had dreamed of Princess Chuckhole and these breasts must have been molded out of the same stardust as the princess’s tits. Dead center of each incredible mountain of flesh, for gravity had not played its cruel tricks on this young virgin’s tits just yet, was a perfect bulls-eye made out of a color he’d never seen before. It was the color of unfettered freedom. It was the color of the triumph of good over evil. It was the color of post-coital sleep. It was pink, and beige, and black, and white all rolled into pink. Not glitzy, glittery pink that girls paint on their sparkly lips. Real pink. The color of pussy. The color of love. The color of the inside of your esophagus and the inner workings of cosmic gears.

When his tongue accepted one of her pink little buttons, like candy off wax paper, sparks flew. They both could hear the sizzle of their attraction. He cupped the outsides of her breasts and squeezed them together and admired them. “They are amazing.”

She looked at the floor. “Do you like them?” Her cheeks were rosy.

“I adore them, Jess,” he pushed her onto her back on the desk. Her saddle shoes clipped the whiteboard shelf and knocked a few markers and erasers to the ground. His cock slid right in between her beautiful mounds. It was hot on her skin.

The penis wasn’t cold and snakelike how she had imagined. “I had no idea they were this hot.” She covered her mouth and giggled at what she had said.

He removed her hand. “Don’t cover your mouth. Your mouth is beautiful.” Her big eyes looked up at him and blinked. He stared at her kindly. Then he squeezed both of her breasts around his cock and glided in and out. She watched his face. His eyes rolled, the corners of his eyes wrinkled. If her perfect pink nipples were eyes then he made great eye-contact because his pupils locked on her tits.

She wasn’t sure what he was doing, where his cock would go next. Between her legs a wet fire was brewing. Everything was a new feeling and it was all so exciting. She was so happy to be on her back for her professor.

A new hot sensation hit under her chin. She craned down and saw white, thick cream spewing out of his cock and between her tit-flesh. “it feels so good. Hot. Does it feel good fpr you?”

“Mmmmnm, yes,” he said as he used her mountains of flesh to milk the last drops out of his hot viscous liquid onto her. She enjoyed getting him on her. She could smell it. It was a clean smell. Like life itself. Before she could ruminate on the smell of his cum, she reacted to its taste. He had scooped the cum off of her tots and onto his hand and was now feeding it to her. It was briny and clean. Like drinking sea-water.

After she had cleaned up every drop of him, she pulled to her feet and pulled her bra back on, her blouse back down, and said, “Now what?”

He looked at her and smiled, clearly indicating that was it for today. “Perfect. Next class I can teach you something new if you’d like.”

“I would like that, teacher,” she said. She giggled and started to cover her mouth. Then she made eye-contact with him and stopped her hand in mid-air. This made her giggle more. She shifted her weight from foot to foot then bit her lip. He reached out and patted her head like she was his pet. “See you tomorrow, Jess,” he said.

She walked out the door.

He removed the paper from the over the window on the classroom door. He watched her skirt ruffle as she walked. He plopped in his comfy leather chair and placed both hands behind his head. He put his feet up on his desk and thought, it wasn’t a bad life when you could titty-fuck your student’s perfect rack right after class.

$$$

Read more Asian Erotica by Moctezuma Johnson

^.^

She was tired of hubby's rice dick. She was ready for something big and full.

She was tired of hubby’s rice dick. She was ready for something big and full that would finally pleasure her deeply.

Check out my future episodes:

  • Jess tethered under the desk

  • Jess blows another teacher while he fucks her

  • Jess Licks his ass

  • The Professor pops her cherry

  • The Professor pops her anal cherry

 

Poems for MJ by Genevieve Greene

Somehow Genevieve started writing poems to me so I’m collecting them here on this page! 

Poems by Genevieve Greene

 

He saw her, walking
she was outside an office building
with the clothes she had on
she must work inside
he had seen her before
once, eating in a restaurant
alone, maybe it was an Ihop
he walked up behind her
pressed her into the rail
next to the boat dock
yanking her skirt over her hips
her ass, was porcelain in color
but, firm and rounded, with no panties
almost like she expected him
his hand smacked her ass cheek
hard, leaving a red handprint
undoing his pants
he freed his monster cock
pulling her ass to him
drove his cock deep inside
her tight asshole
she wasn’t resisting, but was struggling
her body betrayed her sluttiness
she loved feeling him
in her ass
reaching inside her shirt
he pinched her nipples, hard
she was moaning, chanting
“Fuck me harder!”
he did, her ass was squeezing his cock
moving a hand between her legs
flicked her clit, pinched it
made her cum
while she was cumming
her body shaking
he pulled a butt plug
from his pocket, shoved it in her ass
pushing her to her knees
he moved to her front
sunk his cock all the way
he felt the back of her throat
eyes still glazed from cumming
she swallowed, trying not to gag
he fucked her face
faster, rubbing her tonsils
he came then, in a flood
she couldn’t keep up
his hot cum dripped
from the corner of her mouth
zipping his pants back, caging the beast
he slapped her, in the face
“My, beautiful fuck slut, I’ll be back.”
walked away from her
while she was still on her knees
dripping cum, from her mouth and pussy
skirt up, ass out, plug still in
a display of slutty sex
for the boats docking to see

$.
He called, “Let’s meet.”
she went
he got to the hotel
not a cheap one
she picked with style
naked, she stood
waiting
her smooth white skin
chilled in the air
her body, was perfect
she was no model
her shape was curved
like a woman
who was built to fuck
hard and often
He went
and kissed her
more of a consuming
inhaling her soul, through her mouth
she worked quickly
taking off his clothes
when she saw his cock
she was breathless
dropped to her knees
licking her huge cock-pop
taking it all the way
his hand, holding her head
he started
he fucked her face
she swallowed, she didn’t want to gag
she liked him, his control
his balls, tight, cum filled, heavy
right to the back of her throat
his hot jizz, she took it all
wait, she wasn’t done, she swallowed
his cock, was interested, again
he picked her up and put her on the bed
her rounded ass, at the edge
her legs, he put them over his shoulders
driving deep, into her slick, wet pussy
she was begging, beneath him
“Fuck me harder.”
he did, driving deep and hard
her creamy tits
he slapped them, leaving a handprint
on each, she loved it
he pushed the limit, slapped
her, on the cheek, but told her
“You’re my delicious slut”
she moaned her pleasure,
started cumming, her pussy
milking his cock, finished him
pulling out, his cum, sprayed
on her belly, her tits, her mouth
her tongue, licking hot cum from her lips
she loved him, but wouldn’t say
he loved her, but couldn’t stay
They would meet
again
and fuck, because they were friends.

$.

He walked in, she was there
naked, on her knees
her ass, proudly on display
for him
her skin was alabaster
her shape spoke of something
darker, exotic
decisions
the pink glistening pussy
or her tight, tight ass
he stripped
his cock, was as beautiful
as it was immense
decided, he drove into
her tight ass, deep and hard
his hand, pulled her hair
watching her ecstasy
he was cumming
pulled out and his
hot, sticky, jizz landed
on her face, her neck, her back
greedily licking up the drops
she begged, “More.”

$.

She looked up
his eyes were watching her
on her knees
her mouth full
of his delicious cock
his hand, fisted in her hair
deeper in her throat
she swallowed
his eyes rolled
smiling
around his magnificence
she worked oral magic
tongue swirling
throat massaging
he couldn’t last
filling her mouth
she licked him clean
gazing at him
adoration in her eyes
“Thank you Sir.”

$.

She looked at the floor
from her position
she felt the cool air
on her ass
the anticipation was building
then she felt the first smack
on and on it went
getting harder, getting faster
the spanks, they stopped then
she wondered what was next
his cock, against her asshole
as he slid inside
fucking hard, and oh so deep
she was breathless, on the edge
shaking while she was cumming
she felt him jizz inside her
well spanked and well fucked
she curled and fell asleep

 

$.

*Note – This was a pretty cool experience for me since usually people ask me to write them poems but in this case I got the poems. Sexy! I can get all night long^^

Poem: Anal Rimmies Fuckably Yours

for Genevieve

 

,

anal, however sexual deviant, is my

harsh

austere equal opportunity cup of tea bag

sexually yoursing that includes spanking

blow anything rimmies and a cup of tea

stretching works for me. cunt. nasal. and obviously ass fucking rim-breakingly cute

fuckably yours she most certainly is

she says