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Wood Spirit - 1814 Ch. 04

by Keelywrites on Sep 14, 2017
NonHuman

May 26, 1815 Much has happened since I last recorded in my journal. Among events I have not set down to parchment is the games I learned to play with my phantom jailer – though my body is a willing prisoner. It leaves no opening within my body chaste – using my mouth, my cunny, and at times my bottom to slake its ravenous desire. Each time I am used and s...

Sex Stories on the Internet

by H. Jekyll on Sep 16, 2017
Reviews & Essays

Sex Stories on the Internet: The First Twenty or so Years H. Jekyll February 2, 2008 One might wonder how sex stories grew so quickly on the Internet. Not sex, per se, pictures or videos of amazing acts, but stories, which take enormous time to write and edit, and time to read. And that pay so poorly -- for the most part not at all. Free sex stories have...

Sarah, The First Night

by richard6047 on Sep 14, 2017
Erotic Couplings

Sarah was diligently working one of the slot machines when Richard entered the Casa Blanca Resort Casino and Hotel. He'd spotted her at one of the rows of slots near the registration desk and watched her as he registered and was issued his room keys and paid the clerk. A nicely designed sign pointed to the elevators and restaurants. "What are the eating est...

Mark Ch. 02

by evangelick_my_balls on Dec 18, 2018
NonHuman

And again he entered into Capernaum after some days; and it was noised that he was "in da house." 2 And straightway many were gathered together, insomuch that there was no room to receive them, no, not so much as about the door, all pushed up against each other and sweaty and it smelled like dank pussy: and he raised the roof. 3 And they come unto his face...

Wood Spirit - 1814 Ch. 03

by Keelywrites on Sep 15, 2017
NonHuman

I woke sometime the next day to find Kaukesha in the cabin, humming to herself as she prepared some more of the corn cakes. Seeing I was awake, she smiled shyly and gave me a nod of greeting. It was only then that I realized I was naked and uncovered in the bed. Glancing down guiltily, I saw the bruises that marred my skin – tiny round bruises, bites and m...

My Cute Stumpy Thick End

by elfin_odalisque on Sep 14, 2017
Reviews & Essays

I confess to getting as excited, well almost, when the titans of punctuation lock horns on lit. as with the steamy stories - hey guys, you can dangle your participles in front of my eyes any time you like; fancy a conjunction? - and would love to see even more wise pieces on grammar and punctuation: 'Should it be Tess' or Tess's pussy? Discuss.' But really,...

Wood Spirit - 1814 Ch. 02

by Keelywrites on Sep 15, 2017
NonHuman

From the broken French and gestures Kaukesha and I exchanged, I understood she and Oconowoc – her brother – were keepers of the cabin. For some reason, they believed that the Great Spirit would return from his abandonment of their tribe once his wife was in the cabin once more. Apparently, the great spirit was the one who gifted their tribe with good huntin...

Dear Diary

by Bedtime Storyteller on Sep 12, 2017
Letters & Transcripts

COPYRIGHT BY TRENDYREDHEAD. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. DO NOT COPY OR REPOST WITHOUT PERMISSION FROM THE AUTHOR. * (Saturday, 2p) Dear Diary, Last night I was with Jake. Again. OHMYGOD you just can't imagine how incredi-fucking-ble he is!!! We finally did it. FINALLY. I still have his cum running out of me – I need to shower but I wanted to tell you about it w...

The Indentured Servant, 1858

by CatRay on Oct 6, 2020
First Time

A note of caution dear reader, this story contains coerced sex. If that's not your cup of tea, please do not read further. All characters are 18 or older. It was my chore, along with my younger brothers to gather up acorns off the forest floor. We fed acorns to the family's pig and Momma also boiled acorns in some of her homemade medicines. We didn't eat a...

Wood Spirit Ch. 05

by Keelywrites on Sep 14, 2017
NonHuman

September 20, 1754 I am barely allowed to rise from the bed any longer. When I wake, a root is pressed in to my hand and I am to eat it where I lay. The entity does not trust me any longer. It is keeping me captive and God help me, I love my captivity. Until you learn to be a proper wife. Until you learn to accept your fate as my chalice. I sleep sporadic...