How could Priscilla let herself get in this situation? Just yesterday morning she was living a normal life, enjoying her new teaching job at a community college, living in her new apartment in Baltimore after moving from the south, a move so welcome to her after her marriage to that s.o.b. Vince finally ended. But yesterday afternoon changed it all - caugh...
The snow was a blanket of white linen across the mountains and hills outside his window, starched white and crisp by the continual fall of soft white flakes. The house was warm from the fire in the wood stove. He had tinkered with it for an hour, adjusting the flu and the air until the iron glowed a gentle red around the chimney pipe, and the heat radiated o...
I do not own the rights to "Smallville" nor any of it's characters. This story is written purely for the entertainment of the reader and is in no way connected to the show, its producers or should in any way reflect on them. * * * * * A lone rider streaks across the open meadow, the powerful movement of the horse carrying the rider effortlessly. The rider...
NOTE: Centaurs are mythical and intelligent beasts. The characters in this chapter are NOT animals. WARNING! This chapter contains: centaur sex (female centaur, male human), animal genitals, humiliation, bondage, sex toys, squirting, horse role-playing, whipping, creampie, and humiliation. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. **** Tay Rainground woke up with a splitting...
He was tall, just a tad over 6ft 2inches. He was broad across the shoulders and weighed 105 kg. With a mop of dark hair always falling over his eyes he had just turned 19 years of age. His darker features were a combination of an ancestral Cherokee infusion in the family tree. Which was not surprising as the family history harked back to the settler days...
His face hidden in shadow beneath the brim of a black hat, the man on the train gazed out at the high desert. His eyes were gray and cold and expressionless, like a knight without armor in a savage land. The ticket-puncher asked with a bored smile: "Business or pleasure?" The tall man touched his black hat and said softly: "Business." Miles away, Georgia O...
WARNING: This is EXTREMLY Futa / hermaphrodite heavy fiction written for a niche audience. The plot is a bit thin, and really only there to string our poor hero from one encounter to the next. Please exercise a healthy suspension of disbelief: This is not realistic erotica, it is fetishized, exaggerated, largely impossible pornographic smut. Thank you, and h...
I’m a married average man in a Scandinavian country and don’t have anything in common with those pathetic wankers who want their wives fucked by strangers or by their friends. Therefore it was a total chock and terrible humiliation when I found out that my, until then faithful, wife and mother of my two children been seduced and fucked by a black man. My wi...
Dylan was tired and worried. It was past midnight, and dark enough outside that the search at basically been halted. He was continuing but only on the road and only because he knew the area so well. He had just entered a village and he went straight to the inn. He knew she wasn't here, he'd already been by once, but he could definitely use a drink. He left h...
The High-testosterone Men First of two Parts: PART 1 - THE LONG RANGER Anvil Stone was horseback riding along with her older cousin Janilyn Lewis. Anvil is a 20 year-old girl, slim, tall, perfectly groomed, and with that typically English prettiness. She was on vacation in the farm house of her uncle Anthony and Carol Lewis in Sedalia, Missouri. Amblin...