It was a beautiful fall Saturday morning and Sam was out doing what he normally did on the nicer weekend days while he was at college. Well, he was doing what he did if he wasn't at his normal job. He was making his way from place to place, first on Frat row, then touring the local student bars. Hell, no, he wasn't drinking. It was nine in the morning. He wa...
Author's Note - This novel contains scenes of nonconsensual and nonhuman sex. As the description suggests, hucows, tentacle monsters, and centaurs are explored in a setting that aims to provide a science-fiction explanation. This is a self-contained novel. My original submission, The Pasture in Space, could be seen to serve as a prequel. But it is not nece...
COMEDIC PATHOLOGIES OF THE VAGINOSI ARTS Salute: No one could take my musings seriously. I write for fun and the linguistic adventure. So! Just another scribble at tea time intended as a suggestive catharsis for HDK and his many erudite friends, accomplished writers all. I love them dearly and frequently review their many contributions to the Literotica l...
Chapter 03 The Tantric Spiritual Retreat Preface Arriving at The Tantric Spiritual Retreat Your Right to be You Love & Tantric Sex Cuddling and Hugging Soraya and the Truth about Gender Fluidity We Finally Get to Tantric Sex Techniques Tantric Massage Doing Some Late-Night Swotting with Mark Sadomasochism Consumed and Devoured by Sh...
Stephanie, Kelly, and Brian stepped out along the poolside patio, blinking in the sunlight as they left their room behind them. Unlike some of the towering complexes nearby, the hotel Brian booked was relatively small, reaching only four stories tall. The tightly-clustered rows of rooms each opened out onto railed verandas, which circled an open-air pool and...
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This is a copyrighted original work of fiction. All rights reserved. All characters featured herein are at least eighteen years of age, even if not expressly stated. Any resemblance between actual persons, living or dead is entirely coincidental. Song lyrics contained herein remain the original artist's property. * I had belonged to the local bonsai club...
Brooklyn I staggered into my house, kicking off my heels the moment I stepped through the door. I'd flown to Seattle, Washington, on Tuesday morning, and now, Friday evening, I was finally home in Chicago, tired and ready to sleep in my own bed. Short of flying charter, first class was as good as it got, but I still had to deal with crowds, terminals, lugga...
*Sakura and Calara were both badly hurt the last time we fought the astral monsters,* John said to Alyssa as he left the bedroom. *I couldn't drag them in there again, not so soon after Terra... they need more time to recover.* His blonde Matriarch was quiet for a moment, lost in thought. *If I can prevent us from being drawn into that sub-plane, I can keep...
Sequel to What are the odds? Dear reader. This is set in Australia. We spell colour, with a 'u'. We have arses. We are sometimes arses. OK, most of the time we are arses. 'Shit' is one of our most versatile words. 'Fuck' is punctuation and sometimes 'Cunt' is a diminutive sobriquet. "Naw, lookit the little cunt." I'm sorry in advance for the legwork you may...