This is a very old and deeply disturbing gay male, rape and revenge story, one that's been kicking around in my folders since I began to write the Manchester arc that would lead to A Portrait In Blood and Underwear some four or five years ago. It's among the darkest of the Vampire Arc tales, hence it's posting in Erotic Horror. I'm a liberal soul at heart bu...
The wrong person is invited to a sex club. An April Fools contest submission. All characters are over eighteen. Enjoy. ^^^Day 1^^^ "Am I a horrible person?" Meg asked as she flopped on the sofa in the family room. It was late in the evening. She snuggled up to her husband, Zane, and pressed her soft braless breasts against his bicep. Not being a dullar...
Author's note: This quasi-historical fiction includes ambition, buggery and thuggery, scarification, and betrayal. All sex involves humans aged 18+. For readers' convenience, non-Anglish language speech and signals are presented in loose Anglish translation. ** THE GIRL It was unintentional. Quintilla had not set out to become a villainous queen. It just s...
There was no getting away from it. Bethany, my ex-wife, had enormous tits. Absolutely enormous. They were always big. When we first got together in our mid twenties she was very curvy and busty. 5'4" with long dark hair and a pretty, child-like face with a cute nose and big brown eyes. She put on weight steadily during our ten year marriage. Her bottom and t...
One simply does not let their husband, (He's my husband now, I remind myself smiling into his hungry hazel eyes,) tell all their stories. I mean, please look at his last effort. He's so mechanical and all about where he put his willy and what sort of noises we made. Those eyes. Those chameleon coloured pools of communication that tell me constantly with the...
1.The Early Years - We had it all..... We really did, we had it all, or I thought we did. My name is Gary Saunders and at the time this story started I was still in High School. I was not academically minded and if truth be known wasted my time in school. I couldn't wait to get out and into the man's world of birds, booze and nights out with the lads. . I f...
HARPER Kate hovered by the reception desk and then strode towards me like a hologram split: once my best friend, now my arse nemesis. She was wearing heels with ankle straps; patent black stilettos made for puncturing the egos of impudent males. These were the kind of shoes that most women wouldn't wear to the office. These were the kind of shoes that scra...
Fuck it was hot. Two hours earlier, when I'd stopped at a town whose claim to fame was it had a lot of verandahs, it was 45 degrees celsius. Forty five fucking degrees. For those yet to embrace the simplicity and logic of the metric system, it was 113 degrees fahrenheit. In either system and in any language, it was hot. The sun was beating down with su...
As a girl, Sue had been a parent. Her father and mother had died young, but now before giving her a baby brother to care for. So, a teenage girl, she'd stepped into the gap. Washed his clothes, done his dishes, cut the crusts off his sandwiches. All while a part of her, and it fluctuated in size every day, saw the other girls who only had to worry about diet...
Another Valentine's Day contest entry from me. I did think to use this scene as the precursor to a multi-chapter series. There was a lot of potential in subsequent scenes where Warren could enhance his sexual repertoire, but I got bogged down in the Granny's Dirty Photographs series recently and wanted to spread myself across a few more Lit story categories...