Emilia Clarke was sweating, and with good reason. Her debut porn scene was about half an hour from dropping. She had waited for this moment for a long time. Years in her fantasies, but just a couple of weeks since she shot it. Both had felt like forever and no time at all. She was clad in a comfortable grey tracksuit, casual wear for home. She had kept the h...
Emilia had been coaxed into going to this obscure party by an acquaintance. It wasn't really her sort of thing, but she went to appease her friend. She knew it would be kinky, but could never have guessed the outcome. She wore a tight short dress and, it gave her a tingle to feel her long legs being ogled by the various males, but she stuck close to her fri...
Author's note: After many months spent on a project of futa novel, I decided to clear my head with a short story. The self-imposed rule was to write as fast as possible, without the painfully long rewriting and overthinking I usually indulge in, and then to see what happens. I hope the result is readable. Feel free to tell otherwise in the comments. Given...
DISCLAIMER This story is a work of fiction and the characters are either completely fictional or are fictional versions of their real selves. The events depicted are made up and any similarity to real life events is purely coincidental. This story is meant as a work of erotic fiction only and is not to be read by anyone under the age of 18. If you would lik...
Emilia Featherstone-Willet crept along the second floor gallery. The slight rustle of her clothing seemed very loud to her nervous ears. The servants had long since retired and the thick walls blocked the outside night sounds. The contrast with the moonlight pouring in the windows made the darkness beyond the railing seem endless. It also silhouetted her b...
This is a work of fiction. Any likeness to anyone living or dead is purely accidental. No real locations were used in this story. No One was harmed in the making of it. I don’t condone rape, or anything that brings anyone harm at any time. This is purely Fantasy and probably shouldn’t be read by anyone….ever. All persons depicted in this story are fictional...
Pedagogue I was wondering when she was going to come to me. Emilia Keating strides into my office. My failing student radiates the confidence that family wealth and a major sorority presidency grants. Her expression lets me know she has something in mind. It will be something manipulative and rather unethical. Just like her mother. That memory tries to ma...
————— This text was inspired (with her permission) by the work of u/soft-n-slow of Reddit's r/gonewild. ————— Part 2 A few days before. Emilia woke up yet again more than an hour before she needed to. She stared up at the ceiling of her small one-bedroom apartment, the gray morning light peeking in through the Venetian blinds. It didn't look like going...
"Good morning Goddess." Misty replied, without moving. Misty had heard the word 'love,' but she didn't know if it meant what she hoped it meant. She certainly hoped that Valentina shared her feelings, but she would never presume to ask, she would simply hope, until she had opportunity to learn. "Come in, join me my sweet." Valentina purred. Misty went up...
Harry couldn't believe his luck. He had only moved to London that September and already he found himself sitting next to one of the most desired women on God's green earth; gorgeous Game of Thrones star Miss Emilia Clarke. The story of how he'd come to be in this position went like this; 18 year old Harry relocated to the nation's capital from Nowheresville,...