When I was 7, I decided I was going to marry a man with black hair and green eyes. His name would be Edward, and he would love me more than anyone else in the whole wide world. Now, a childhood and the first shaking steps of adulthood later, aged 18, I lay awake at four in the morning, feeling the warmth of your smooth ochre skin and silk thread hair, strea...
Just what was I thinking when I thought anyone would want to read what I wrote. Every review I have gotten here was about how bad my writing is. Well maybe if one or two members who decided to publish their comments as anonymous would have the stones to actually tell me with their real screen names I might respect them a little more. Emily finished typing th...
As Covid-19 has hit home hard, I don't feel much like writing, so I'm taking a break. As such, I'll trickle out a few stories which have been hiding on my shelf. I went with a different story for the 750 word challenge ('If Tomorrow...'). This one is also exactly 750, after the ==== Please read my profile for my stance on comments. Feel free to email sugge...
Author's Notes This is a fanfiction of a erotic comic parody called the “Curse of the Succubus” by the artist known as Lemonfont. I wanted to continue the story idea Lemonfont started especially since I think it may have been a one-shot commission piece. I am unsure where the artist was starting the comic at in the universe. I am however, starting this story...
What can you say about poor Charlie? He was a ten year old boy who stayed out of trouble and rarely complained about anything. Of course, Charlie was an only child, making it easy for his parents when it came to raising him. Then one summer day, his whole life would change forever. One little incident would change the attitude of the citizens of this small,...
She had asked me to get her a vibrator. Why I was blessed with this task I don't know but whatever reason she had it was my task and I must get her a good one. But how am I supposed to know what is a good one, are there brand names? What if I get her the wrong one and it shorts out... while in her... yipes!! There must be some logical process to it thought...
Throughout history, beauty has been one of the ideas that have propelled the human race. Legend says that wars have been fought over beauty. Beauty in the form of art has been stolen during wars, and personal beauty has been mimicked (Marilyn Monroe look-alike contests) and copied (breast augmentation, rhinoplasty). When it comes to pinning a specific answer...
My Flame, Thank you for your passionate letter. You ask if I feel too connected to you? I don't think there is a way to be too connected to someone. Yes, I feel connected to you, and I will revel in that connection. You also ask me if I am happy when I am with you. That is an understatement, my dear. I have just passed the most blissful eight hours anyon...
Your hand skims my leg from ankle to thigh, grazing along the surface of the skin. The smooth, tanned, sweet lemon-scented flesh is intoxicating in its grace. Taunt muscles define the sensual shape. Your lips tenderly brush my knee. Quite suddenly, your teeth nip at my meaty inner thigh. Then, reverting back to tenderness, your tongue swirls the area so near...
Sandy had moved in on Sunday. Monday morning, Mary started keeping secrets. They multiplied fast, and she got better at lying even faster. She was almost proud of it. Mary told her mother her budget wasn't working out after all. Mum was incredibly sweet about it. She wouldn't hear Mary apologize or put herself down. Paying your way through college was hard...