[This is a work of fiction. The story is an unadulterated and unabashed attempt to tickle male fantasies and perhaps some female fantasies as well. It is a fantasy and as such, the story may or may not conform entirely with reality. With historical exceptions, all other locations, events, and characters are entirely fictitious and any resemblance to actual p...
The woman was wearing an immaculate white Hellenic stola with no jewelry. Her olive skin was free of any form of cosmetics, yet her natural beauty and regal bearing only seemed enhanced by the lack of make up. The full raven hair that fell over her shoulders in loose curls was without any treatment beyond simple brushing. An extremely fit woman, there was li...
"What are you dreaming of Big Sister?" The alien girl known as Briar speaks through her host body, that of young Abigail Spencer. Mere hours ago the alien seedling of the World Tree admitted to being part of a dimensional offshoot of Gaea herself. Each world had its own version. For Briar the new world she occupies is very confusing. It had for a very long...
A.N. Here we are all! This is the closing chapter of Act I of The Lost Boy. But like I said, don't worry there is much more to come! The Following Contains: Forceful sex between demon dickgirls and bottom boys. And consensual sex between them too, lol. Enjoy it or walk away. Again I wanna thank everyone who follows me for helping me get this far, :) I h...
Pamela climbed the stairs from the dressing room to the main gym with anticipation: she always enjoyed her late-evening exercise, it was her relaxation and meditation time. This had been an awfully tense day at work, so tonight there would be no weight-machines, just a long ride on the semi-recumbent Exercycle, then a thorough stretch. She scanned the room:...
This story is based on the White Wolf Game series. Those that know the games will understand better. For everyone else I hope I made the world of darkness sum-what clear. If not then I appologize. * A dark figure stood before an altar raising his hands to the heavens. His words were incomprehensible, seemingly a gibberish language that had no meaning. H...
(c) 2016 Stevie White London, 1996. "No, mate, I won't be drinking tonight—I can guarantee it," I told Solomon. "Anyway, I've done with all that, now. You know I have." It was 10pm on a pitch-black night; dark and bullied by the cold. No bigbrother Moon to stick up for it. It'd stopped raining, but the world was still groping black and oilywet. Bring som...
For Frank Grayton, twenty seven year old journalist and hopeful author, the idea of coincidence was something that he might cover in a news story, but he would swear it never happened to him. He was no great believer in fate either, but sometimes circumstance can turn beliefs upside down. The circumstance of him being at a horse race meeting was a rare one....
(preface'; if you're looking for line after line of pure porn, this isn't the story for you. In this I aim for the latter part of the site's title, a sense of unbridled, shameless erotica, and certain readers might, hopefully find it amusing and entertaining, . It does get very heated as it grows to inevitable climax. It's quite a long read, but if you decid...
It was one of those rare, warm sunny days in late November when this all began. I hadn't worked on my tan for a long time and, deciding that I was getting too pale, set out to correct that situation. You see, I have this theory that extra body weight looks better when it's tan and, being slightly over thirty-five, I had added a few pounds in unwanted places....