Themes for this one: Masturbation, Transformation, Slime Girls -=-=-=- Lucinda and her party had been wandering the wilderness near a large swamp, in search of their quarry. The man in question had been accused of magically dominating several women, and keeping them in his remote home against their wishes. She knew she was the only one amongst her group t...
Here we are at the end! The first part was published back in January, since then the world has gone through a lot of shit which I personally find a real pain. Fingers crossed soon everything goes back to normal and we can all return to our normal lives and stuff. That being said I would probably not be on the finale already if I wasn't stuck at home for so l...
Author's Note: A Drow's Dilemma began as a one-on-one roleplaying project and has been converted into a chapter-by-chapter format for weekly posting with the permission and assistance from my partner. It will contain a considerable amount of sexual themes such as femdom, lesbian, straight, 'reverse' rape, BDSM, group sex, romance, and other themes. The main...
Author's Note: For the purposes of this alternate version of the ending, assume that the treaty signed in Ch 10 was much more severe, with Jeanette abdicating her throne in favor of Turogg and pledging to be his slave-wife. It is more in lines with what I had originally planned for the ending, except for the epilogue which takes the story in a different dire...
"Have you got the hang of it yet?" Bastian asked. Sybari looked up from her reins. "I don't know." On their walk through the city he'd taught her how to make the horse go, stop, and turn. It seemed pretty straightforward, but the horse was practically walking itself at this point, with her hunched on its back, kept in place solely by gravity. She wasn't su...
~*~:~*#S#*~:~*~ Something moved next to Sarielle, but she was still half asleep. Gradually, she came into awareness, opening her eyes to the soft morning light. Last night she'd lain with Ellowyn in the shadow of a pear tree. Now the dirt beside her was empty. Ellowyn had crept a few metres away to stroll between the trees. She waved her arms in the air as...
============================ A father's cautionary tale Something a little different for Christmas. There is little sex in this story. It's a tale of love, of family, of strained marital relationships. A story of love between fathers and daughters, pure love, a Daddy's love. This is an entry in the WINTER HOLIDAYS STORY CONTEST 2013. Thanks to PatientLe...
So why should you read this story amongst the thousands of others here? Well, I like developing characters within a full story, told with a touch of humour, great dialogue, a dash of realism, and an added twist or two just for good measure. If this sounds like your kind of recipe, then please read on and remember to vote at the end! If not, then thanks for c...
My friends and colleagues like to tease me; call me 'anal.' I can remember a time when it was called 'meticulous' or fastidious.' Gradually, it became 'fussy' (I think age determines that distinction) and gradually became 'anal.' That fastidious and meticulous nature of mine also helped in my first real after-school job at Pounders Restaurant. I was a dishw...
What in the world had she gotten herself into? Becky had warned her that this was going to be a "special" Christmas party, but Leslie Chandler didn't really know what to expect. From the sudden sexual tension in the room, she was afraid she knew where things might be heading. She wasn't sure if she should stay seated or run. When she'd received her invitatio...