For Rolliander, this was the realization of an old dream. The elderly dwarf's hands were tight around his arm, the grey-bearded man relying on him for support along the precarious journey down into the pool of water beneath him. A thin veil of steam was rising from the bath, obscuring Rolliander's vision of his elder priest's plump, sagged figure; obscured i...
For the next week, Connor did, indeed, use Darius as he wanted. He used Darius's relatively private cell to trade contraband, gamble, and beat-up his enemies of which he had many. When he wasn't doing those things, he was pushing his cock down Darius's throat. Darius also got to know the two men that always accompanied Connor. The pale, emaciated man was nic...
November, 1940, Country Estate of Roger Morris, York, England Lying on his back, legs bent and spread on the four-poster bed of newspaper mogul Roger Morris, Bryan Sinclair steeled himself to take the last, largest, of the graduated, tear-drop-shaped balls Morris was forcing into his ass. He'd had his eyes shut tight at the effort but opened them when the l...
Welcome to Tales Of Eroticia! This story allows you to make lots of choices. Will you play a dominant warrior capable of making any foe submit to his cock? Or a gentle cleric who gets on his knees and sucks off an enemy to diffuse the situation? Will you be a slender elf with a bubble butt? A muscle-bound orc? A half-man, half-dragon? The choice is yours. Be...
Darius marched with the other prisoners, his chains rattling as he walked. They marched in their grim, solemn line wearing their brown rags to serve their sentences in Raven's Valley, one of the king's many prisons. The prison consisted of an old, small castle with rows of wooden bunkhouses in back surrounded by a palisade. Nearby was a quarry where the pris...
Rolliander knelt before the Grand Shaper, the mortal vassal of his god, eyes lowered in polite submission and hands fumbling together anxiously behind his back. Today was a very important one for the little halfling acolyte, as today would be the day he would rise from his humble rank to that of a fully-fledged priest, should he successfully complete his rit...
So, on Saturday night I was pretty exhausted from all the sex with two very exciting men. First it had been Dili, otherwise known as Professor Homo, who was the organizer of this bank holiday weekend event at his house in the country. Then I had encountered the orgasmically thrilling experience that was Ivan, with whom I had shared some robust sex play – whi...
"So, shall we just talk about it first?"Dili asked from the next pillow. He was an Indian, originally from New Delhi, but had lived in England for 30 years. I had met him through a gay dating site where he called himself Professor Homo. I had been flirting around the edges of gaydom for years and had finally decided that if I was really going to enjoy it, I...
He certainly looked like a big brute when he had arrived in the hotel room, and with all that muscle, he provided me the hope that he could touch me where I needed to be touched, take care of my need, and give me relief. But it hadn't happened. Once again it hadn't happened. I was beginning to think there really was such a thing as wearing your hole out, as...
My interest in black men had taken a bit of a dive because I had met a few arrogant ones who considered themselves God's gift. Although they all had big cocks and very lickable arseholes, their company left a lot to be desired. And when you're in a predominantly black country that can be a problem. Then one day I was in the tyre shop, getting some new used...