This story is based on the John Norman Chronicles of Gor series of novels. (As always, copyrights are the property of the copyright-holder(s).) Translations for Gorean words (those whose meaning cannot be determined by context) can be found at a number of websites. And for those Gor fans who quibble with details or believe this goes too far afield of the Chr...
This is a romantic crime thriller which contains some romantic sex, some non consensual sex, some male on male violence, and a lot of very interesting and interacting characters, with some twists and turns in the story. As with all my stories there is not always a nice tidy happy ending for everyone -- life is just not like that. * The area was deathly qu...
From Chapter 4: "AhhhhOhhhh", Lorna groans helplessly, jerking as the oily knob of her partner's massive anal intruder butts-against the ball of soft, slushy ball of shit at the entrance of her lower intestine. The stink of anal sex fills the room; the fact that she can smell the rich, earthy aroma of her own inner bowels ignites a series of erotic tremors w...
Dean woke to the annoying buzzer of his cell phone. Today should be a great day, his eighteenth birthday and it just so happens to be graduation day. "Ughh...hello?" "Get your ass up we'll be late!" "Brittani? Its too early let me go back to sleep" mumbled Dean Suddenly his bedroom door bursts open, "NO! Now get up!" shouts Brittani ***** "You know if...
(author's note: I wrote this at 18 years old, and even then it was meant only as a humorous satire.) My name is The Red Goblin. I travel the world battling capitalism. The media calls me a super-villain but I consider that to be capitalist propaganda. One day, about a year ago, I glided into Hollywood on my red broomstick-glider. I passed a baby in a strol...
Carol sighed and sat back. Master had told her to wait for him at the café, and she had done so for the last fifteen minutes. Was he late? Did he even remember this at all? Carol's mind was Not that she could blame him. After all, they had only mailed and, once in a while, used Skype. During those conversations she had confessed her most hidden secrets, and...
The crowd was roaring as Jim played his final solo, his hair slick and black, his shirt long discarded, his abdomen still taut after all these years. Penny tried to stop herself thinking of the solitary night they'd spent together all those years ago, when she was little more than a groupie following him back to his hotel room. She tried not to think of that...
Author's Note: Hey there, I was wondering...is anyone tired of reading these centaur stories yet? I only ask because I have one or two more lined up and I plan on writing them. The matter of my posting them all hangs on if you the reader wish more of these mythical creatures. If your answer is yes, do post your answers along with any comments/etc on the co...
Jazmin woke up the next morning at 11am, 2 hours before she had to be at work. She wanted to be at work an hour early because of preparation for her presentation. She noticed that she was laying in bed alone. Looking around the room, she got her bearings, lying back she remembered the night before and smiled to herself. She got up and did her normal morning...
He's standing there, looking me in the eyes, sniffing my panties in his one hand, the other one still holding a bloody knife. I feel the burning of the wounds he inflicted on me, a cross going above my belly button all the way to my breasts carved with the very knife he's holding. I can't even scream... *BEEP BEEP BEEP* For the first time in a long period of...