“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...
"Connie, please behave yourself at the reception, please." Said her sister Judy, the bride. "Behave myself? Oh, how boring. Come on, Sis, I promise I'll only fuck some of the men." Said Connie. "I don't want you fucking ANY of the men, do you understand me, Connie? This is my wedding! Every time you are around me, all I hear from the men is that you are C...
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...
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...
A man in a perfectly tailored suit leans back in his leather armchair. He picks up a thin dossier from the solid oak-desk in front of him. It says "Report on Secret Agent Anna Smith" on the front page. He opens the dossier with a stern look on his face. The first page contains a set of photographs taken with a telescopic lens. A stunningly beautif...
Lisa let her friend into her boss' office and closed the door. "Now listen, Suzie, you've got to make a good impression to get this job. I'm six months pregnant and I can't keep this pace up. Even though one of them knocked me up, and heaven knows which one of the 75 it is, some of them still want me to fuck, fuck, fuck. The other ones who don't like to fuck...
Braden and a few friends had just heard about a new restaurant, that was anything but typical, it was called Hooters Plus, it was a non family version of Hooters, and there was rumors of exactly what was offered, and what people could get there. Braden told his friends he would check it out by himself and see if it was really worth going, as he had also he...