Greg * I pushed Eli down on the bed with a hard shove and fell on top of him. He laughed. It was a great, joyous sound. "You have no idea how hot you are," I said. "I'm not hot," he said. "The fact that you don't know it, just makes you even hotter," I said. I nibbled little bites up his neck. "And don't contradict me again. You're the fucking hottest t...
Warning: This story contains graphic act of violence, gore and extreme fetish such as ball busting. If you cannot tolerate those acts, please do not proceed and choose another story Prologue Arc: Mend my Riven The night was a mixture of crimson and purple, as if the night was day. Roars and screams of hundreds of men can be heard as the battle continued. L...
My buddy Rick had been living up north for several years and had decided to move back to the town where we both grew up. I myself had moved back years earlier and had bought a good-sized house. He had asked me if he could move in with me until he got settled. I was hesitant at first since we really hadn't had much contact until I found him again on social me...
We are in the centre of the maze. The summerhouse is before us. There is a clear space, maybe fifty feet wide all the way around and we are spaced out around the circumference. Bridge is to my right, with Mario beyond him and Serif at the quarter position. To my left are Sam, Alex and Taz. Presumably the rest are on the far side of the summerhouse. Everyone...
"Tell me where we are going, Shun." The servant, Shun, looked about him to make sure that no one who would report back to the zhaoguzhe—the manager—had followed them from the nanleshijia—the male pleasure house. They were at the first rest lookout point on Langshan Mountain—Wolf Hill—that rose at the edge of Nantung and was almost encircled by a snake-like...
This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially. These stories have been public for some time, but I am sl...
It was the eleventy-eleventh day of the year, the last day of April or the first of May, depending upon whether one used the archaic or the runic measurement of days. But irrespective of which calendar system was complied with, Frilbo Bobbit and his three chums were relishing the benefit of the Spring sunshine. And such a glorious vernal day it was too! The...
"Star, our time is growing short. As much as I'd like to stay here for a very long time we must soon part and all go our own ways. Make no mistake, darling boy, one day we will meet again and that time there'll be no partings. One day, I'll travel the paths of the spiral back to you and so will Lauralie, but for now we'll soon have to go and there's somethin...
"Hold. Help me up, I . . ." Li was wheezing from the climb up the lower reaches of Paradise Mountain—Tien Tang Shan—with little faith that he could climb as far up the challenging path as the parting stones. He had reached out for the arm folds of Junjie's scarlet-red silk robe, but the youth skittered away from him, farther up the rising stone path, anxious...
Freshly showered, Aric walked into the bedroom to find Tom still in bed. The comforter had fallen away from his back, which rose and fell with his breath. Holding his towel around his waist, Aric went over and kissed Tom on the cheek. "Hey, I've got to go to work." Tom squirmed in the sheets. "No. Another five minutes," he mumbled. "Not you, silly. Me." He...