You don't know why they always pick on you, the guys who live in your building. You never give them any trouble when you pass by on your way out the front, where they like to stand in their sweats, either working out or hanging out, but they never let you go without something. Usually it's a just a comment, or blocking your path and making you shuffle around...
Chapter 1 - The Negotiation We sat, the four of us, in a coffee shop on the high street. To the causal onlooker, we probably looked like university students meeting their parents for a catch up. The reality was something quite different. My Wife, Goddess, Dominant, Keyholder, had answered an online advert on my behalf; a couple looking for a Sissy to att...
“How many mundane advantages does it take to win a fight with a god? How much firepower, logistical fortitude, manpower, morale, diplomacy, and genius does it take to match up to omnipotence? Circe doesn’t know, and that is the issue. It may be impossible, it may not be worth trying, or perhaps it can be attained. The only way to know is through experimentat...
All characters in this story are the age of 18 or older. In an alternate earth, in the year 2010, a mysterious company called RealDreams began selling fictional characters, not action figures or cardboard standups but living breathing things, plucked out of their universes and brought back by extraction teams. Now, i say “things” because after a long legal d...
"And don't come back!" That's the last you hear before you're kicked out into the street and a door is slammed behind you. This isn't the first time you've been kicked out of an inn, but it is the first time you have been thrown out into the street in the middle of the day stark naked, your belongings kept by the proprietor to pay your debt. You bl...
The Sinful Tastes This is the tale of Prince Arlan Baratheon. Arlan Baratheon is the Son of Cersei Lannister and Robert Baratheon, with the classical Baratheon bright blue eyes and the Lannister Golden Hair. He was a normal person who had landed in Westeros and with defective magic he had just enough control about his magic to increase his reflexes, strengt...
The drive back was quiet with Zamuel's mother at the wheel while he stared at his palm, Rezero's number written on it in thick marker. He thought he'd get a permanent blush from what he's seen in the last hour and still felt his ears burn under his long hair. No doubt Leiana smelled his sweat and his paranoid mind also added 'and the smell of sex' to it. Sh...
(feel free to message me about anything! I'd love to hear from my readers :)) The alarm beeps away as you groan at the sound of it. A cool breeze rustles the curtains, letting the sun peek through. Pushing your hair to one side, you check the time. "Oh, it's still early," you say, pushing the sheets away to reveal your blue satin panties and chemis...
A young man woke up in an empty room, not knowing who or where he was. There were no windows, no light sources and yet there was no darkness. The ground felt quite soft to the touch only to become hard as stone as soon as he stood up. It softened again when he lay down and hardened when he sat or stood on it. The walls and ceiling didn't have that characteri...
Hello, everybody! This is a little side project I thought I'd try out to flex my creative muscle. I've always been somewhat fascinated with ENF and ENM stories, but I've never written any of my own! That's going to change, through. The concept is simple. You create a character that finds themself in a situation where all of their worldly possessions are lost...