The Lost World Ch. 5 In a grand castle, built exclusively for the purpose of housing a delegation of demons from seven different worlds, there were eight of these demons hanging out in one of its numerous rooms. This room was a sort of armory/arena. The room's purpose was to allow the demons from each world to spar peacefully. To be honest, aside from the b...
Author's note: As you might guess from the delay, I struggled with this chapter. Mucho re-writes. It didn't occur to me that five-way sex would be virtually impossible to write in an intimate way. I ended up settling for what a friend rather accurately called "interesting in parts." C'est la vie. I just can't wrestle with this chapter anymore. Later chapters...
The Headmaster Ritual (2) Friday, 24 May Portia hunted through her drawers frantically. "Hey, have either of you taken any of my clothes?" she snapped, addressing the other two girls in her dorm. Tara and Lizzy both shook their heads as they got dressed. "Why, what's wrong?" Tara asked, a concerned look clouding her pretty face as she brushed her hair....
Synopsis: Busty wife is frustrated by hubby's inability to fully satisfy her. Note 1: "My Erotic Fiction", which means you cannot copy, use, or repost it without my permission; it may be illegal or immoral for you to read; and none of it is real. Note 2: This is based on Literotica.com's TheTalkMan's 'You Couldn't Handle Me'- an incest story of a battle of...
(Note: this story takes place after my story The Clone Queen, but you don't have to read that one to get this one.) The maid was obviously a Prin. Everything about her said so. They precise, repetitive way she moved, the utter lack of boredom or wandering emotions which normally shifted across a person's face every few moments, but most of all it was her...
It was like a long, intermittent dream. There was no sense of time on the ship, and little to do. Richard was rarely awake for more than a few hours at a time, and he spent those hours in a daze, wandering out to fill himself with the bland food Wing produced, sit and think about the strange circumstances he was in, then return to the warm comfort of his bed...
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Ramona Jean Tompkins was a pipsqueak, and frequently mistaken for a younger girl. The simplicity of her outfits, and her lack of nail polish and cosmetics didn't dissuade the misperception. Sporting a faded plaid shirt and worn jeans, and her usual battered boots or saddle shoes, the flat-chested, five foot tall woman was frequently offered a reduced bus far...
New years eve was spent on the road to the next show. The crew stopped to celebrate at a truck stop, with champagne and other spirits. Then after the festivities were finished, they were back on their way to the next show. Days turned into weeks and before Tracey knew it, she had spent her third month with everyone. The concerts themselves were going pretty...
Hilde pushed the front door open and stepped back into the kitchen of her family home. Her bangs were plastered to her forehead with sweat, the rest of her hair pinned up in a short ponytail. "I'm back, Mom." The older wolf smiled at her from the stove, where she was mixing some eggs. "Welcome back, honey. How was this morning's run?" "Good, ran an extra m...