Note to readers: This story is in the Novels section because it is on the longer side for this site, and because the story herein crosses several categories of sexuality, even within each chapter, beginning with "Fantasy." All people in sexual situations are 18 or older. CHAPTER 3: THE RIVER The next day they met with Biaji and his wife, Damyrah. Like the...
Michelle had been content with her husband's four and a half inch cock until she had gone to a Doe's party at the Foxes' Den, a male stripper club, for her friend who was about to be married. It was at the Foxes' Den that Michelle saw her first black cock. The male dancer was as black as the Ace of Spades, a giant of a man with the physic of a weight lifte...
I woke with the sun, Anna and Lilith at either side of me, stirring drowsily in the dawn's light. Lilith's eyes opened, and I noticed she seemed brighter, as though she were glowing with renewed fire. Wordlessly, she led me from the bed and we dressed, leaving Anna to doze happily. We walked down from the tower and saw the Overlord's palace renewed. Dusty s...
Breon awoke in a cold dark room. Groggily, he moved his hands to hold his aching head only to realize that they were bound. As he gradually came to full awareness, he observed his surroundings. He was in a small cell around three meters by three meters, empty but for a table in the center, and a small window through which minimal sunlight filtered through. H...
I owe a huge debt of gratitude to Blue Eyed 5ft Angel for her monumental job of both editing my story and ushering me through my first time..... submitting a story. My original submission was a pale shadow of the current story. * Halloween was always my favorite holiday. It was an occasion to really let your hair down and explore the alternate sides of on...
Again and again Geme cast her line into the Dalaran fountain. She had been doing it for hours, and it wanly occured to her she'd be doing it for hours more. She was past tedium, merely a mild irritation that she still hadn't caught the last coin for her set. Now and then she'd idly gaze up at the clear, frigid sky above Dalaran - its pleasant deep blue hue a...
There's an old saying in the muscle-bound barbarian hero business. Actually there are a LOT of old saying in the muscle-bound barbarian hero business. This is mostly because the average muscle-bound barbarian can't read. And so an oral tradition is necessary. (Although if asked, most muscle-bound barbarians would think that an oral tradition is something tha...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex. ***** The sun beat down on the arena. The heat furnace like for the combatants upon the sand. For Murtaugh, training overrode the instinct to wipe his brow. Unperturbed, he sidestepped the incoming trident deftly grasped the haft before pulling his opponent in close. He finished...
I greeted my wife at the door, as she came home from work. I led her to the sofa, and sat her down pulling a small cushion over for me to sit on. Silently I slide my hands across your face feeling the softness of your skin. You start to speak and I place a finger on your lips, stopping you. I look into your eyes and kiss you our tongues dancing together...
I am your servant, your pet, your slutboy. At the moment, I am kneeling in my place in the corner of your bedroom, my ass resting on my heels. As is your desire, I wear only the loincloth that you gave me – a piece of deep violet satin that spans only the distance from the axis of one thigh to the axis of the other and held to my waist with a bright pink sat...