He beckoned her into the bedroom and slowly she stepped through the door. Her eyes were immediately drawn to the rubber bag hanging from the bed's post, the bag's soft bulging sides giving evidence of its eminent use. She looked to Him as she drew closer, her eyes lowering just as her movement ceased, nipples puckering under His gaze. She felt the heat of he...
This story is a work of historical fiction and set in the Viking period of time and is another rewrite of my own story. I have re-edited it and added a few things here and there. Enjoy! Pink Sky Jager was sick of the rain that never seemed to stop weeping from the clouds. He was soaked to the bone. The air smelled strongly of salt and nothing else as one d...
Entering, safely inside, finally alone, their room door closed on its own with a noticeable click. Ian dropped his bag, walking over to turn on a lamp. Their room was bathed in soft light. Facing them was a king sized bed with night tables on either side. Big curving windows overlooked the small city, heavy curtains were open. Their bed was turned down revel...
Daraquen was crouched on her hands and knees on the wooden floor of her father's kitchen. Her tiny hand held a glass bowl into which she peered with intense curiosity. Inside the transparent prison, a spider that had been unfortunate enough to have attracted the girls attention earlier as she played around the wash stand, scurried frantically from one side o...
My fetish for bare feet had taken a turn I could not have expected or imagined. From a private session with an exotic dancer I had been turned into a foot cuck by her boyfriend. Because a lot of pictures had been taken of me sucking his feet while I was naked I was in a compromising situation. I had done things that at the moment seemed humiliating and degra...
Salutations, dear reader. My name is Mario Jean Constantin and I'm a young man living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I was born in the town of Laval, Quebec, to a French Canadian mother, Beatrice Tremblay, and a Haitian immigrant father, Leonard Constantin. It's not easy being half black and half white in Canada, even though I grew up on the outskirts of Mo...
It had been a long, drawn out day for Nanarie. She was tired, having hunted all over the plains. Her party had already broken up and headed for home and she was a long way from hers. Nanarie decided to rest beside the waters' edge before returning. She laid her new staff, a gift from Malicon, beside her as she sat, the water lapping at her boots. It looked i...
WARNING: The following is a work of erotic fan fiction, the events of which are completely made up and did not happen, and is no true reflection of the characters, comics, companies, writers etc depicted or referenced within. Fantasy is legal. This material is unsuitable to be viewed by those under the legal age limit of viewing pornographic material in your...
Sara sighs out in absolute boredom, as she rides shotgun in her boyfriends truck. They travel up a logging road flanked by tall cedar trees, if it were not for the frequent bends she would be certain that road was never-ending by this point. She looks at the clock on the dashboard, she groans deeply in mental agony as they reach the nearly six hour mark of t...
A gentle breeze enters the room causing the partially opened window blinds to clatter softly against one another, stirring me from a restful sleep. I keep my eyes closed wishing sleep to beckon me back into its slumber so that I can continue the dream of you and I in our lover's embrace, passionately making love with each other. However, the ensuing hardnes...