Meet Patricia Arnaud, the latest submissive of Lord Noir, Prince of Kink and the top Black man in the BDSM world of metropolitan Ottawa, Ontario. This lady is definitely something to behold. She's five-foot-ten, with long blonde hair and blue eyes, a slender yet athletic build, and a nice round ass. Far from just a pretty face, Patricia Arnaud is bright, suc...
Editor's note: this submission contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sexual situations. * Hello there folks, and thanks for checking out my story! While this is not my first foray into the world of erotic storytelling, it is my first time wrestling with this particular subgenre (i.e. the harem-style fantasy epic). I struggled a bit to settle on a...
This story is a complete fantasy and no association with real life whatsoever. No one is under the age of 20 and there is no physical hurt or pain. As I made my way home from our elderly neighbours house, Mrs Lord's words echoed in my mind "There must be no secrets, Lucy. You must tell your husband everything." He knew most of the things from our visi...
Rain soaked the dry land for days. Everything was gray and brown—gray sky, mud under-foot that quickly covered all it touched. Peasants danced in the streets, mindless of their drenched rags, for life had come in gentle sheets at the last possible moment, thwarting a disastrous season. In the small castle, glasses tinked together in celebration of the good...
I was nervous. Trigg, my new pussy boy, drove quickly to our destination. I disregarded his questions and concern. My only thought was of my Lord. My summer dress felt odd on my skin. It was the dead of winter but I knew better than to dress any other way. I wrapped myself in my coat and shuddered. The summons had come in the middle of the night. I was compl...
Author's Note: This story contains both gay male sex and straight sex. It is an erotic retelling of the classic story, Sir Gawain and the Green Knight. If this turns you off, or if you're a medieval lit snob who will be pissed at me for messing up a classic story, don't read on. Otherwise, please enjoy. *************** "Welcome, sir knight, to our hall,"...
"You're all alone, my little angel," The elf lord towered over as the truth of his words sank in. She was all alone. Just an hour before, she had stood by her master in battle, ready to die for him if he requested it. He sent her on a mission, but somehow she was caught in a web as she soared through the forest. It was a cruel trap set by the elf lord. "I...
"Great Master, as you can see from these reports, Lord Shang Tsung died from massive heart failure caused by lethal disruptions to his solar plexus meridian points. "While many clans have styles that cause similar trauma, we have identified five specific meridian points that were targeted in this case. "There is only one technique that would fit the pr...
It was a warm summer evening when the drawing room began to fill with the members of the household that were still alive. Lady Phister, austere in her high necked dress that could do little to hide her attractive curves. Her chestnut hair neatly piled upon her head she moved with precision and dignity. Behind her were the Lucia sisters. Ava, her jet black...
*Please Note: This is a work of fiction based on a partially factual event. All those involved are over 18 and have had their names changed to hide their true identities. And yes, fantasy people DO have identities!* The closer we arrived to our destination, the more excited I got. Lord James and I chatted almost non-stop since we left home at seven this m...