In the year 2017. The world changed in a significant way. Unfortunately no one noticed. Suddenly a mystical force envelopes the world, a force unseen, and undetectable by any machine. This force can take form, a sinful form, within the human body. It changes that human, transform s him or her into a being of lust. The government has hidden the truth of this...
Only the Ancient Ones remember the days before the Dead Things started to rise. The old ones remember a time when the world was very different, before food became scarce, the skies went dark, and when the world was teeming with humans. The supposedly magically wonderful time before the dark times. To the young, these supposedly great times sound far-fetched...
Howdy, folks. We are the Supreme Collective of Obscure Sexual Adventurers. An organization made up of gay, bisexual and heterosexual men and women who are first-rate sexual adventurers. I am Brother Sam, the Founder and Executive Director. We have a special surprise for you today. In fact, we're going to get really messy for you today. Do you have a thing fo...
D'aath looked up at the rather frail beast standing there. The creature had appeared suddenly through a passage between some nearby plant life and caught it during the transform. D'aath had never been caught completely surprised in it's entire existence. At countless worlds, after countless transforms, this was new. The thoughts of the Father, and the powe...
The name is Katelyn Roark. I'm a six-foot-one, busty and heavyset, deliciously big-bottomed Irishwoman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. By day, I'm a district attorney with the Brockton City Prosecutor's Office. Just another straight-laced White female professional in a conservative business suit. That's me. All day, I'm prim and proper. When n...
A young woman comes into Gil's Pub. She's over six feet tall, voluptuous and quite beautiful, with long, lustrous Black hair, light brown skin and pale bronze eyes. She's wearing a stylish Black business suit underneath her long Black overcoat and looks around the room coldly. She takes in the décor, the male and female patrons and the owner himself, along w...
Chapter 7 A Question of Sentience One of the ruffians made a move, darting in and thrusting his knife towards Grankt. The saurian twisted, letting the point lodge in his armor. His fist lashed out and caught his attacker in the face. Blood clouded the water around his face and the dagger dropped slowly to the rock below. Grankt's other hand held his scather...
There is a certain rhythm in life. Everyone and everything has their place in the grand scheme of things. My place simply happens to be on top. Always. That's just the way of things. My name is Stephen Crawford. A six-foot-four, lean and wiry, brown-skinned and gray-eyed, thirty-something Black man living in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. That's what I l...
"We are so screwed," Private Patricia Etienne said aloud, watching the hordes of the shambling dead which surrounded the town of Redoubt, the last bastion held by humanity. Redoubt, the fortified enclave with the sixty-meter-high cement walls, patrolled at all hours by dozens of armed men and women. Like so many others before it, in the end, Redoubt would fa...
I view myself as a non-bias individual. I'm always the first to claim a neutral approach and quick to voice the non-judgemental "hey it's whatever excites you". But a somewhat disturbing trend has caught my eye in today's erotic literature in regards to the ever elusive big black cock. As a woman who has experienced her fair share of sexual encounters thus f...