For years, Dean had been a fan of the superheroes. Fantastic Four, Avengers, and X-men were almost an obsession with him since he was 4 years old, but he was fourteen now. As much as he loved the heroes, now it was the heroines that filled his thoughts and dreams. Maybe it was exposure to his Mom's soap operas or his brother's Hustlers and porn videos that p...
Credit to Conversations, who gave me the idea behind this story, and who also wrote the delightfully funny "Saving Miss Stacey," which I highly recommend you read first. Although she quite literally stole my character from me, who now presumably resides in hiding, I suppose being a near-omnipotent, certified narrator has its benefits... Once upon a time, th...
Enjoy! You have to read for a bit until you get to the part that qualifies it for the contest. It's a quick read, I promise! * The loose thread was tiny and barely noticeable. It came from a valley in the southern part of Egypt. The cotton plant the thread was made from, was on the outside of the field and received less water, then the plants in the middle...
25yr old Alexandria or Alex for short stood looking at herself in the mirror in her apartment. She was dressed as Miss Patriot, her superheroine alter ego. Alexandria was about 5’8”, had a slim body with all the right curves, large breasts, a nice round ass, and tanned skin. Her costume consisted of red boots that ended before her knees, a small blue thong w...
Everyone's pretty familiar with genies or jinn - you rub the lamp, you get three wishes. Ifrits are a little different. They both live in lamps and grant wishes but Ifrit specifically take delight in causing harm - either by twisting the owner's wishes around Monkey's Paw style or by forcing someone good and pure to make wishes that are purely sinful in natu...
Chapter 1: Vixens Questions, Comments & Suggestions: contact me via the CONTACT tab on my profile. Through fuzzy thoughts and an aching head, the beautiful young woman struggled to regain her composure. Her green eyes squinted through the smoke, scanning the ruin of the plane's cockpit as she attempted to gain her bearings. Brushing a shock of golden h...
What makes good erotica tick? Well, we might reply, what makes you tick? Erotica, surely more than any other art form or genre, depends upon meeting the audience's peculiar interests, quirks, obsessions-- kinks, let's go ahead and call them. Even the most liberal-minded lesbian, for example, can hardly be expected to sit around reading straight erotica all d...
Colors (1981) - Pt. 3 - Jo(h)n Took to the street last night. Covered up and made my way out along the places in between. Didn't feel like being seen. Not a fear night. Pure work. Night was scary enough without me helping it along. Felt like it was gonna rain, never did. Storm working up the courage to storm. Happens now and again. Saw the whore, again. W...
"Just who is this Futa-Girl???" Jacqueline Rothstein, mayor of Gammaville, stood at the end of a conference table, visibly irate. Her advisors looked on as the young politician launched into a tirade, going off on Gammaville's newest superhero. "This Futa-Girl is a menace!" Jacqueline screamed in a rage. "She claims to be a great superhero, but she just le...
All the girls giggled as Eva blushed, though Fran giggled most, for she had more practise. Lucy just rolled her eyes... Her eyes... "Had they really been purple?" Lucy asked herself, "and if they had, why were they not now? Was it true? Was she really a Dragon?" She had understood exactly what the white Dragon had meant by her having to change, our heroine i...