*Once again, thank you for continuing to read. I've gotten so many good comments and suggestions. I wish I could do them all right away, but that would be pretty tough. I will try to write a little by popular demand, so make sure to leave feedback.* DISCLAIMER: All of the characters depicted are over the age of 18. Do not practice unprotected or non-consens...
Hi BPV fans! Here comes another chapter in the primary story line. I think it's my favorite story so far. Not necessarily as erotica, but as a story. WARNING: This is one of my futa chapters, so if you're not into it feel free to read my and Hell of a Critic's other recent chapter BPV: Mad Science. Once again, there are NO futa on male scenes. Make sure t...
"Let's see if it works. Might need new batteries. Hang on....no it's recording. "Ok. My name is Amanda Henderson, and this is my first recording! Journal. Entry, maybe. Where should I start? We are currently in a camp in Chattanooga. We've been here for three days. Before that, we were in a smaller camp in Alabama, though I don't really remember the name. W...
Her mother was out drinking again. Mirin didn't care, it gave her free reign over the flat allowing her to have three of her four sluts around her legs; Susan was absent due to work. Despite awakening to their purposes as females, appearances were important, as was money. Mirin wouldn't stand for her bitches living in poverty. At least while they carried her...
Thank you for continuing to read my story. I got lots of feedback and I just wanted to say that this is a complete work of fantasy. I'm obviously not advocating for anything political and if you are offended by heavy racial themes, you should probably not be reading this. I do not hate white guys; they simply don't have a dignified place in the story, so I t...
It was getting easier for Bertha. Yes, in the beginning she had been shocked by her own desires, the terrible and lusty things she did with that handsome, young Jason person. And... that was the last name she could remember from the evening. That was one of the side-effects of getting her youth back with the new Silverfox drug; the craving for men - for sex...
"There we go," Celeste cooed, her seven forked tongues tickling Emma's ear. "Niiiiice and sssssoft and cozy." "Yesss..." Emma whimpered, squirming eagerly as the coils rose up her ankles, entwining around and between her thighs and up her whole body—so, so, so smooth, so warm, vibrating and pulsing with a sinful force that made the jungle witch's muscles tu...
They say that romance has become a lost art, but art only becomes lost when it becomes artwork. Nowadays, machines do all the work, that makes men lazy. Could it be romance is dead because it's too much work not to be primitive? Too bad machines can't do the work of romance... *** The first thing Virus did when she got home was thump on the air condition...
This storyline is open for contributions by other authors - see the "missing chapters" chapter for more on this. All events and characters are fictional. Copyright 2007 by James Adling. All rights reserved. Note: This first chapter has no sex. Also note: This story is not for everybody. The sexual fantasy here is very specific, and I'm sure many will not...
The Avatars' Ball Thanks to Todger 65 for the edit. Hangar 14's design reflected the dieselpunk style of the others. It was one of several specifically designed for A.I maintenance and transfer. Tractor 57 led the shuttle into 14 and demagnetized the towbar. "Here we are, nice and cozy. Remember to open your access ports to the utility arms. Good luck...