Peek in the shadow of my life. Come into the light of my mind as I give you a glimpse of my soul. What turns me on, you ask? Be careful what you ask. Can you really handle the answer? Yes, you say. Okay, sit back as I weave you a tale of what I desire. My tale will begin at a scene I once had. This scene will be for you to decide whether it was real or just...
It's Thursday evening, and I'm bent over in the kitchen, but it's not what you think. It's time for our weekly hormone shots, and my husband of thirty-one years has prepared our injections. He gives me an Estrogen shot in one ass-cheek and a Testosterone shot in the other. And now it's time for him to bend over! He's a bit jumpy and always tightens up for hi...
I still remember vividly the day that it occurred. I had been hunting with my buddies Ephedes and Arimedes in the Dark Woods on the outskirt of our village of Phena. We had each performed the proper libations and prayers to Artemis for the permission to hunt her creatures and also for safety in the woods. The ceremony went quick, we were only seeking a few h...
Maybe I should use a more provocative title like "I Am a Depraved Man" to make my thoughts appear intriguing and frank, suitable for the topic of sex in writing. Or perhaps, something steamy and titillating: "How I Raped My Sister"—mimicking true confession magazine headlines—more intimate and appropriate for the avid readers of EROTICA, the realm of fiction...
Victor sat and watched on the couch pondering how this happened. A couple of minutes ago he was on a drunken escapade forging for a last night meal at a neighbor's house with his friend Christian. Now, only moments later, he, Christian, and their neighbor Kayla were on the verge of their first threesome. Victor, a rather shy and reserved individual, studied...
Folks, I have something to confess. I simply cannot keep it locked inside me anymore. It's tearing me apart, eating me alive from the inside out and I must uburden my soul. And I am not the sort of man easily given to confessionals. I have been called a sociopath in the past because I feel that guilt is the weakest sensation a man can ever feel. I'm not a so...
Harwyn eyed the temple door warily. The Forbidden Forest held many dangers, and many secrets. One such secret was before him, one of the many hidden ruins from an ancient civilisation who reigned long before the Forest had existed. The whorls and spirals carved into the stone were unlike any he had ever seen, and the faintest hint of energy made his fingerti...
01/01/2069, The lounge, The Forbidden Islands. Damon gazed out at the high walls that separated the different zones through the glass walls of the lounge. Each zone was tailored to cater to a certain genre. The tablet in his hand giving him a bird's eye view of the archipelago. Each zone shown on the map, distinguished by a different color. Once his payment...
This is a background story for one of my other works. In case the title doesn't give it away, this story is the non-incest version of "The Ceremony of Acquiescence - Incest". The Ceremony of Acquiescence. Princess Maria could normally see with her eyes closed. That was not to say that she had any special abilities or superpowers though. Instead, it was si...
The Forbidden Fantasies Resort, owned and operated by Jamir Antoine, is located deep in the mountains outside of Denver Colorado. Jamir, who stands 6 ft 2, is both intimidating and endearing to those who know him. Mocha colored with long flowing locs that hang to the middle of his back upon first glance would not be considered handsome but exudes a sexual...