Tags: (mc, f/f, fd, nc, Robots, tf) Disclaimer: The material below is for adults only; both sexual imagery and non-consensual relationships are included within. If you are for whatever reason offended by this material or are under the legal age in your area/country, kindly stop reading here and return when you are not so offended and are legally permitted...
Though it could have been easily at his disposal, there was no limo awaiting her as she hauled her luggage from the conveyor belt into the strange streets into which she had found herself. She came to follow an artistic prophet, a man who could pull anything out of the air and make it real on canvas or paper or even a napkin, she guessed. A portion of his wo...
Implicitly, the root theme of all erotica is the human need to touch and be touched. We are primates. Acts of sex are central to every erotica narrative (even in their absence), but they are not erotica's primary subject. The primary subject is the how and the why of sexual behavior. The what remains inanimate without them. To remain dynamic, the what...
Kassi shifted her weight, it was the first time in hours she moved. I had spent at least eight episodes of some stupid celebrity show under her ass, nothing but a pair pink panties between her asshole and my eyes, her testicles and my mouth. I'm not complaining, I'm ecstatic. This is the most time I've spent with Kassi in weeks, even if I am just acting as...
Across the nation, men and women of all ages (over 18) are surprised to find parcels left where they specifically would find them. I.E., on their desks, in their backpacks, under their beds while they happen to be looking for other things... The packages were nondescript black boxes, labeled with nothing but the name of their recipients, and inside was a tab...
Jersey Bob was walking along a deserted stretch of the beach on his way back to the cabana when he saw her. At first all he could see was a spot of flaxen hair bobbing up and down in the sea. Then she cried for help. Probably another tourist caught in the riptide, he thought as he ripped off his Hawaiian shirt and dove into the water. It took him only about...
I often dream of fucking you in utter abandon. To be filled so completely by you that pain and pleasure mesh and I don't know which is which. At night, I slip one hand between my legs and imagine your cock working its way into me. It's almost delicious to feel the warm throbbing at my clit spread when we are fucking and I move your hand toward my ass hoping...
Susan Storm-Richards floated in the Negative Zone, her communicator was totally busted. "Why did I not listen to Reed, I shouldn't have come here alone." She had responded to a signal from Rosetta Stone, a high ranking political figure in Shadow City, one of the many places in the Negative Zone that the Fantastic Four had visited. Now here she was...
"Has he opened it yet?" "No, Commander Yadoni. Not yet." "Well, what the hell's wrong with him?" "Nothing. He's just being cautious." "Well, I don't want him to be cautious. I want him to open the damned thing!" "Be patient, sir. His reactions may give you better insight into the race." Yadoni sighed. "You're right as usual, Soloni." "Most humans are...
Author's note: This story was inspired by the lovely English actress Christina Cole, and her performance in the movie 'Marple: Murder at the Vicarage'. * * * * * Late one Wednesday afternoon during the last week of July, 1952, I was sitting at my desk in my room at Oxford. I was trying to concentrate on an essay that I was writing that was required by Frid...