The following contains themes of forced feminization, reluctance, non-consent, and other adult topics, so before we begin here are the usual disclaimers. This is porn, you must be over 18 to read this. If not, go away and come back when you are old enough. If you are old enough and this style of erotica isn't to your liking, then go find some erotica that is...
My divorce was bitter. Fifteen years of marriage ended with a thud. One year later it still hurt and I was still alone. I didn't even know where to look for love. My best friend Rachel helped me through it all. She had moved to Los Angeles a year earlier and we were still best friends and in touch almost daily. "Come to L.A., Diane," she implored. "Make a...
Melody Snyder was not a happy camper. In fact she was a bitter woman. Worse, she knew she was a bitter woman and the acknowledgement of such fact made her even more miserable. She had been a widow now for some five years and she had not had any sex in all that time. For the four years immediately prior to her husband's death she had had very little sex the...
NOTE: For those of you joining us for the first time, this story is a vignette from Rubirosa's series "C*ck Star." The chronicle focuses upon the private life of a public figure. As the most accomplished porn star of modern times, SAMSON lives out popular male sex fantasies on a daily basis. This story recounts our hero's youthful exploits as a lusty high...
It was Saturday night. It was 10:40, and James was sitting in his living room ... in the dark. Because it was better, in the dark. And, in his most comfortable chair; his black leather, well-padded armchair, James was sitting in front of the mirror ... waiting. Waiting, for the mirror to begin its next 'broadcast'. There was an eerie white light, all...
First, there was the woodland trail, and birds singing in every tree. Jillian felt the dirt of the path between her toes, and her father's hand was warm in her own, large and calloused; comfortably, protectively cradling her small fingers. 'Daddy, where is the witch's house? Can we see the gingerbread on it?' 'Honey-sweet, it's just a little ways further o...
A bespoke story, one for a person with their own set of fantasies. + I know a place, a place of warm sun, endless beaches and eternal youth, a place of perfect fruit eaten seconds from the vine, of buttery fish, enchanting wine and limitless tranquility, a place free from pests, disease, clothes and trash, a place without politics, breaking news, social me...
A 'XXXecil for hire' story commission * A cackle erupted from the throat of a smoke-shrouded man as he waved his arms in fluid circuits above the dun-colored stone floor. His face was adorned with black eye-paint made from tar that had suffocated a virgin. His nose and lips were pierced with rings forged from molten metal harvested from the charred wreckag...
Outside The house stood just beyond the town's most westerly boundary. An old state home, the building had for a long time been a constant feature of the land, becoming a well-known landmark for travelers and locals alike. The mansion loomed large and imposing, its undeniable elegance brooding over the surrounding landscape like an icon of timeless antiqui...
(The Theme of this story was determined by a fan who then secured XXXecil's services as a writer.) Part 8: Botany Lesson "I....I don't understand." Muttered the naked woman, golden-brown skin glistening vividly as she writhed in libidinous hunger upon the white linoleum. "That is because you have not fully embraced your racial memory; the new instincts fi...