Karen LaRue
Bio
I am Karen LaRue (She/Her) a North Carolina writer of poetry and witchy things of most sorts. I belive life is full of wonder and we don't always stop to see it. Taking the time to look and listen makes life worth living!
Stories (82/0)
Gregory Gets It On In the Graveyard
Hi! I'm Gregory and I have to tell you the story of what happened to me last weekend. I'm not one for nostalgia, but I do go home every once in a while, even if it is just to see my parents. I was on one of those trips last weekend when I hooked up with her from high school. You know the one. Black hair, black lipstick, likes it freaky.
By Karen LaRue2 years ago in Filthy
Genna and Gizelle Go For Gold
Genna and Gizelle always knew they were both bisexual. They had met in college and fallen in love. They even got married a few years out of college. They were happy, but they had always known that they wanted to explore more. That's why they were here, together, about to get their full fill of cock. Neither one of them knew just how many cocks were behind that door, but they knew they were going to be well stuffed and covered in cum by the time they were done. They grabbed each other's hand and walked through the door together.
By Karen LaRue2 years ago in Filthy
Bratty Brianna
Brianna was being a brat. She knew it. Her girlfriend Kiara knew it. Everyone who came in contact with her knew it. She was in full out bratty bitch mode and Kiara knew there was only one way to stop it. Unfortunately, they had a party to go to tonight, so it would have to wait until after that, or even tomorrow if they were too tired.
By Karen LaRue2 years ago in Filthy
Randy's Rendezvous II
Friday had finally arrived. Randy picked Lisa up at her place. He was in his usual jeans and button down. Lisa had chosen a cute little red dress with a v-neck that accentuated her gorgeous breasts. It came to the top of her knees, but when she moved just right you could see that her tights were actually black lace stockings that were held up by a garter belt.
By Karen LaRue2 years ago in Filthy
Quincy's Question
She had always wondered, ya know, what it would be like. She had heard stories. She knew people who had really liked it. Her boyfriend at the time though just wasn't into it, or even interested at all. She was though. She was more and more interested as time went on.
By Karen LaRue2 years ago in Filthy
A Valentine's Quest
It was Valentine's Day and Zack had one mission. He was going to get laid. He had rented out a room at the local classy hotel (Let's face it. His room was way too messy. He had spread the room in rose petals, there was champagne waiting on ice, and even a heart-shaped box of chocolates on the bed. One click from his phone and Barry Manilow was lending his low sexy tones to set the mode even more. He had even bought candles. Do you know how expensive those motherfuckers are?
By Karen LaRue2 years ago in Filthy
Whitney's Wild Night
Whitney sighed. She hadn't ever been to a party like this before. "They" would call her a slut, but you know what? She was a slut, and she was going to do everything in her power to prove it. She was fixing to get plenty of opportunities to do just that.
By Karen LaRue2 years ago in Filthy
Adventures of Aphrodite III
I love the way that her hips sway when she walks. I know that is hokey, right? It's one of those things they say in pop songs. It's true though. Those hips will have me on my knees kissing the ground she walks on in a hot second. The confidence she exudes when she walks into a room is nothing short of enchanting. Her voice seduces me in my darkest places.
By Karen LaRue2 years ago in Filthy