“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...
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...
NOTE: this story is an original setting, but anything you need to know is discussed in the story text. *** 'Swshh' 'swshh' 'swshh' Petal's legs moved back and forth rhythmically, the nylon stockings rubbing against each other at every pass. They were dangling in the air above him as he laid on the padded bench and read a book. Well, pretended to read it, a...
Hello readers. Let me get my usual blah, blah, blah out of the way and then I'll get onto the story. Firstly, art credit for the lovely cover goes to the talented Tinnies. Second, this story was started over on my Patreon page and I want to thank my awesome Patrons for continuing to support my work. The Patreon version of this story will be a chapter or more...
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...
(Quick Disclaimer: This story will contain a lot of triggering fetishes. Things such as cuckoldry, raceplay, light BDSM, bisexuality, sexual domination, bimbos, racial superiority, and other things of the like. If any of those offend you, this may not be the story for you. Also, I'm not that good of a writer. I just want to get the outline out there for the...
All characters who engage in sex are 18 years old or older. Feel free to comment with any requests/ideas. Hope you enjoy. ——————————————————————— Daniel Cross sat in the waiting room, his cheeks burning. The reason for his embarrassment was the fact that his mother was sitting in the chair next to him. “Mom,” he said exasperatedly, “I’m eighteen now, I don’t...
Arin walked down the path, the hot desert sun casting a long shadow in front of him. He sighed, wiping sweat from his brow as he placed his feet carefully along the rocky slope. The landscape of the Animas valley stretched in front of him, the river just below. As much as he hated New Mexico, he loved it here. The creek beside him babbled along, the clear wa...
"Don't pretend," you said. "Tell me," you said again. "Fuck my mouth with your toe," saying it aloud to you made me dizzy. "Stroke your penis," you said. "Close your eyes and imagine a cock in your mouth." "Nod your head if you can see yourself." "As you pan the camera back, see yourself on your knees. Between a man's open legs, his feet resting on the f...