The Homo Futarior, or Futaryan, is the ruling caste of Futaryan Society. Whether one embraces the Theory of Creation or the Evolutionary Myth, the Futaryan stands as the next step in human evolution, a being that merges the most exceptional traits of both males and females into a singular perfected form. Compared to the Homo Materna, or female, who still ret...
Why does being forced to be the slave of a woman and drink her urine or lick her feet produce such pleasurable emotions within us? What makes fantasizing over being forced to dress as a girl and provide oral sex for a male friend arouse us to the extents it does? I have had these questions for years and I believe I have found several answers. If you too have...
Emma's grunts were barely contained as I sped up my thrusting into her. Given the circumstances, we had to be quiet, but I noted with a bit of pride that she was having a hard time of that. She was laying on her back on the table, skirt bunched around her waist, her hips rising up to meet mine, matching my speed. The heat of her sex around my cock was growin...
This is a follow up to "A Secretary's Revelation" (1/24/17) and "A Shift in the Balance of Power" (2/2/17), both published in the non-erotic section. "Take Top This Time" does include graphic sex. However, the emotional dynamics of the characters' relationship is the primary focus, not the sex. Therefore, non-erotic still seems the most appropriate place for...
Through years of trial and error I've developed a sure fire way to raise my libido and keep it high. The method I've developed is divided into three different parts, which are: physical, cognitive, and freedom. The first part 'physical', is made up of five principles, which are: consistent workouts, eat and drink healthy, quality sleep, masturbate without...
Author's Note: all characters except Galatea belong to the creators of Star Trek and are used without their authorization. This story takes place after my other Star Trek tale (Wa'DIch Ghom). Mature readers only, please. 1996. "Wes, leave her tits alone." Wesley Crusher reluctantly moved his hands. "I wish they were bigger." "They're fine. Trust me." "Tr...
After contributing so many pieces on the ways of the flesh to this site, I thought I might contribute at least one piece of the ways of the soul to provide some balance. (This subject is what I focus on my other life.) Do you survive the death of the physical body? That depends on what you are. You may not be what you think you are. You, like Scrooge, may n...
Note: Please activate Game Mode for the best experience! And don't forget to like and comment on chapters you enjoy. It is Sunday, September 4th, and the golden sun of a late-summer afternoon is streaming into Natalie's window as she lies on her bed reading, getting ready for the start of school. Stretched out on her bed with a mug of tea and her phone on th...
"Oh Tiresias, the blind Greek prophet of Thebes, who possessed clairvoyant abilities and who turned into a woman for several years, who was condemned to Hyades with his head turned backwards. Could you not have foreseen the calamity I befell? Or were you contempt that I would join you in the state of delirium. How foolish was I, not to believe Cassandra, who...
You are in an office. A very big and very sparsely furnished one. A desk with a Mac computer, two chairs, and a couch, that's it. But this is the kind of streamlined minimal all-white shit that bears German last names and probably costs more than your house and everything in it combined. The room s perfectly air conditioned and the floor to ceiling windows o...