Welcome readers, this story contains some sexual content, but mostly acts as an introductory piece. Content warnings for non-consent/reluctance, and nonhuman (fiends/demons). Enjoy! -- "That close to the rift? Were they insane!?" Beladnes burst out. The elderly priest at the centre of the small stone room frowned at the interruption. "Yes, apprentice Belad...
"Draw me a bath." I glanced up at him from where I was nestled between his thighs, long dancer's legs folded beneath the curve of my ass as my right cheek lay pressed to the inside of his leg. His words had snapped me out of my euphoric dream-like state that I always had at just being near him, pressed up against his body as he sat on the couch watching a f...
Coming up with the rent every month was becoming more of a challenge. I was a on again off again actor/waiter. My tips were good but I had to supplement them with acting gigs and odd jobs. This was the price to pay for freedom. I had a one bedroom apartment that ran me 1500 a month. I was avoiding taking on a roommate at all cost. I loved my privacy. A frie...
The vein on her neck pulsating with fresh blood caught my attention first. The white alabaster of her skin a sharp contrast to the blue vein that seemed to invite me in. Invite me in for the kill. Not knowing what might happen next and not seeing the danger that lay ahead. I wondered what her skin would feel like underneath my cold fingers. Exploring, search...
Arlot is an Indo-Australian art community started in the early 80's by a group of people migrated from India to Australia. Native Australians, second and third generation Indian immigrants are an integral part of this community. Arlot has become more of a sub-culture in the southern part of Western Australia where this community functions. It is an invite-on...
Ullah A Gorean Slave Girl The Golden Bina Paga Den The story of Ullah is one of a slave girl located upon the planet Gor, written of by John Norman. Gor is a planet where men are dominant and women are subservient. Only a small population of the women are technically slaves and Ullah is among them. It is a culture loosely based on Roman times and is fairly...
I lifted the lid on the trashcan and tossed the bag inside. The night was winding down but I could still hear trick-or-treaters in the distance. The door to the side of the house opened, letting light cast its way across the concrete. Whoever it was quickly closed the door behind them. I couldn't see him in the darkness but I guessed it was Brian. I waited f...
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Trina woke from her light drowse when Eric came to bed, but didn't stir. The gentle sway of the mattress when he sank down onto it did little more than jostle her. Almost absently, he touched her in the small of her back, over her nightgown, and trailed his fingers down past her hip, beyond the hem mid-thigh, and behind her bare knee. It tickled, but she di...
Anna felt like he had just broken through a huge barrier, like he had been pushing on some invisible, infinitely stretchable fabric all his life and he had finally reached the other side. He saw things differently now. He saw his own prejudices toward many people that had touched his life, saw them now for what they were, not what he had perceived them to be...