Author's Note: All graphically described sexual acts within this story involve characters that are at least 18 years old. This story is entirely fictional. It takes place in a completely fictional fantasy world loosely inspired by the 17th, and 18th, centuries, with hints of other time periods. There will be some drug usage, mild bondage, voyeurism, and bise...
Chloe, a lingerie model in pursuit of her wilder side submitted herself to the hands of tattoo artists at a tattoo convention. In chapter 1, she was bound to a pole and thoroughly fucked before nine tattoos were placed all over her back and face. When she woke up from the pain and pleasure that had her pass out, she felt relieved, believing it was over. Howe...
I sighed as I put the car in park. It was nice to be home, but it was bittersweet. I looked at the window as I stepped out of the car, and there she was, with her hand pressed against the glass. Janie was a secretary at the law firm that handled my divorce, and ten years my junior. I had interacted with her at least as often as I did the lawyer, and some wa...
The story begins at a Quik Mart in upstate New York. **** 1. Watching Rani reach. It all started innocently enough as far as I was concerned. I would stop at a gas station on my way to work and pick up the morning paper and a cup of coffee. The only reason I began stopping at this particular place was that it was easy to get in and out of. The reason I co...
Lyani coiled around the heated cauldron, carefully tilting a flask of glowing purple fluid. The looping spiral's dark gray scales were softly illuminated by light purple incantations. Hanging bottles clanked as harsh winds rattled the dark wood of her store, books covered tables, her work scrawled out over scraps of paper held down by shiny stones. This mo...
Life is good about 'throwing us a bone' every now and then. My stepdaughter had a sleepover at our house recently and invited some high school girls to come over. She's seventeen, but most of her friends have recently turned eighteen. None of her friends are exceptionally beautiful, but that doesn't stop me from having my fantasies about them. The sleepover...
Hester was an amazing woman and I might have loved her had I not been older than her father and if she had given me a blow job on the bus instead of just a hand job. It was that close and yes, as simple as open, insert and suck. But that never happened and sadly I never loved her. Now I've always loved a woman's hands, the intricate delicacy of her fingers,...
"In Xanadu did Kubla KhanA stately pleasure-dome decree : Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to manDown to a sunless sea." - Samuel Taylor Coleridge The Xanadu may not be the 'Stately Pleasure Dome' of Kubla Khan's poetic decree but it is probably the best members-only sex club in the world. It is dedicated to the erotic pleasure...
(This tale is a bit darker, and I wasn't sure if I should classify it as erotic horror or not. Be forewarned -- dubious/non-consent, and bad? ends) Nathan awoke with a jerk, eyes snapping open wide. Rebecca? Greg? Did they escape? He tried calling out, but it was muffled -- something was filling his mouth, some sort of soft foam gag wedged between his teeth...
Our hero's boat is hired by a mysterious passenger (mf) * Rochester, New York, 1896 Liam stood upon the foredeck, surveying the boat with satisfaction. He had just finished oiling the deck—a most time-consuming task-- in preparation for winter, and it was yet morning. The bright work was faultless, the sails furled, the sheets and halyards neatly coiled....