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...
“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...
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...
It’s time for some men to lose their clothes thanks to some superpowered guys and gals! This story can go one of two ways: You’re woman or man who suddenly develops a superpower(s) and uses it/them to strip men naked in public. It could be something like being able to control fabric or mind controlling a guy into stripping. Maybe your power is being able to...
(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...