Setting: Prehistoric Lands, with all characters being clothed in typical caveman attire (animal-skin loincloths/tunics, no shoes, no shirts for the men, bone carved accessories) P.S. All dialogs are translated from an Unknown Ancient Language. This story is meant to inspire stories of a similar setting. If anyone decides to write stories about men in the...
(Based on a dream.) She wouldn't stop masturbating. Leaning on the hull, basking in the sun, wearing nothing else, Anik was reaching one hand under her crimson loincloth, and with the other, squeezing and fondling her firm but furry breasts. This was her time of day, of course; it's not the fault of the T'kaan that they must masturbate three times a day to...
Demons exist. Most of the world does not know it yet, but they do. They look human enough, from a distance, until you see the horns on the sides of their heads. They are unnaturally beautiful, all of them. The women have luscious, curvy bodies, and the men have lean, elegantly defined muscles, and inhumanly long, thick cocks. Some of the women have those, t...
The taxi pulled up under the canopy of the grand entrance to the chic, ultra-modern resort. So far, nothing unusual, Janine thought to herself. No naked men hanging from the trees. No naked women parading in the parking lot. No couples copulating in the street. Maybe this assignment will turn out to be boring! Not a chance. Janine had been given the assign...
Brad woke up and stretched his arms; he checked that his loincloth was securely around his waist. In the kitchen were his catch of the day was lying on the counter. He flayed the fish and salted a couple to preserve them and he fried up the rest for his dinner. He washed up and took a shower to clean himself up for this evening. Not everyone had a partner or...
Gonad stood there holding his hard-on in one mighty fist as he gazed down at the backside of the lovely slave girl kneeling before him, presenting herself to him for his pleasure. Gonad finally remembered what it was he was supposed to be doing; now all he had to do was to figure out what hole he was supposed to stick his pee-thingy into. Thinking was nev...
The entry was like any trendy restaurant or club - the line was long and the people waiting were dressed for a night of dancing, fun, and music. Sharon pushed us past the main line, though, giving us all a wink as she spoke over the laughing, already dancing crowd, "That's for the general admittance to the floor. We've got private table reservations!" A nea...
Euphrosyne had to smirk as she walked into the gardens of Pan. There, as she had directed, was the ever handsome and constantly harried Ganymede giving orders to some scantily clad Nymphs and looking quite handsome (and even more exposed) in his tiny loincloth of oak leaves. She was very pleased with her work and even at this distance she could clearly see h...
Deidre kept up her mystique by strolling the inside grounds at Iznoma Hedonia nearly naked, showing herself off with unusual and erotic jewelry, thin gauzy wraps or loincloths than concealed nothing, and, on more formal occasions, fabulous gowns cut low to display her generous, exceptionally firm, flawless bosom like ripe melons in a basket. Unlike her guest...
They traded them. Frion and his best friend, for two of this tribe's weakest hunters. They had three months to prove their usefulness. Frio was about average height, skinny, with brown hair and a not-quite-full beard. Gisho, his best friend, was as skinny as him, but a full head taller, and less hairy, which was odd among even their own kind. He felt unnec...