"Feel like a shower?" she asks, raising a brow. His eyes go wide, "is she for real?" They've been together a few months, but her playfulness still surprises him on occasion. She stands, grasping his hands and dragging him to his feet. She backs toward the bathroom, crooking her finger and giving that patented "come hither" look. "Be right there," he notes...
This will deal with a type of mind control fetish I'd like to call 'anti-social mind control', or 'patheticism'; more than just the depravity or eroticism of sexual desire in a functional, yet still conventional, construct, this is one that feeds on a desperation of power and control which is generally considered incompatible, minor, and superficial/non-erot...
I tell you to take off your clothes and cover yourself with a towel and lie down on the table while I go into the other room to get some lotion. I leave the room, and give you enough to remove your clothes. Before coming back into the room, I knock and ask if you're covered. You tell me that you are. So I open the door and walk in. The first thing I see is y...
We did not quite fall asleep after this amazing experience, but I have little concrete memory of the first few minutes after this explosion. I was careful not to put too much weight on you though. But because of our differences in body size you easily fitted underneath me, with my elbows touching the ground by your shoulders and my knees slightly pulled up....
Life had returned to normal for me and my band, Conscious Nightmare. Shaki had gone on the rest of her tour and I was getting out to clubs more, myself and the band that is. Ever since that Tonight Show appearance with Shaki all those months ago the requests were pouring in like water through a broken dam. Problem was they were looking for Kain Thornn the cl...
There were other people around, she knew that, but she couldn't help but cast covert glances at him. By the way his pants were getting tighter she knew he'd noticed her glances and were returning them in kind. The elevator stopped at another floor, the 12th, and someone got off. She sighed, thinking, "I hate having to go to the top floor, it always take so...
"How long have you been staring at me?" Roger asked. "A long time. I can't believe that you are mine." "That goes double for me!" "Roger I have loved you, irrationally, since I was eighteen. This was my ideal outcome and now it's come true. I have enjoyed the incredible feeling of connectedness with your cock deep inside me." "Would you like to do it aga...
The mind is its own place and in itself, can make a Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven. - John Milton * Running! Running – faster than hounds, running! But no, not faster than hounds, for it was hounds that chased me – and God save me they were gaining. You know nothing of fear until the hounds of Satan – nay, of the King of Britain himself – pursue you wi...
The Kingdom of Celibas has always been under siege. Located in the central Chastelands, she faces constant attacks on the purity of her people from all sides, from tribes of Amzonian giantesses, sex-crazed goblins, devious demonic spirits, horrific monsters of all shapes and sizes and much more. But none pose a threat to the kingdom more than the Sorceress S...
Every story needs a protagonist. Someone to undergo the Hero's Journey. Someone who, through trials and tribulations, learns to come to terms with who they are—learns to love themselves. (This is a story where the main character explores a relationship with themselves in some form or another. This could mean body parts gaining sentience, having multiple per...