Author's note: Some parts of this Lovecraftian tale of cosmic horror will contain dark elements and non-consent. I'm eager for feedback, so please leave a comment. ***** Abigail drifted through a languid, amorphous space that seemed vast and dark everywhere except in her immediate vicinity. Her consciousness twisted and whirled in orbit around her naked, r...
Sweat dripped down his body as his pelvis thrust down against her smooth milky thighs, a low growl of pleasure escaped his lips as he bit into her already bleeding shoulder. Every time he had ever penetrated his female it had always been like this; like time itself had slowed down so every single incredible movement was a lifetime. Her elongated claws raked...
1. Dick and Jane Roku was late for class again. Her heels echoed as they clicked down the cavernous corridor that connected the school's central cloister with the Social Studies classrooms. She should be running, but knew she'd twist an ankle if she attempted it. Stupid fucking shoes... The two inch heels served no purpose but to stick her ass out from unde...
Black Cock Era is a tongue-in-cheek interracial epic story about a potential but unlikely future in which white women are enslaved by the superior black males. The story is far fetched, but it's a fictional fantasy, and it's meant to be a grounds to explore a fun and silly situation, not to predict how real people would behave or how you the reader would beh...
If it is illegal to read this where you are from, don't. If you are legal and enjoy the story please send feedback. * It all started with a bit of dust wiped on a subway handrail in New York City. The man who did the wiping came from Iran, though Turkey and into London. The dust was smuggled in the cotton stopper in an aspirin bottle. The first commuter t...
Chapter 1 – The Initiation The night was still, accept for a gentle breeze. It was wonderful night to be out in the moonlight. However this night was very different. Small fires lit up the site of worship along with a row of candles around a stone alter which had been covered with soft cushions. A large crowed of shrouded figures gathered around the r...
Chapter 2: The Letter Every married woman has a secret hideaway for personal things. Jeni was no different. She reached into her lamp table drawer and pulled out that envelope she'd kept hidden for many years. Through the years, she developed a strange attachment to this letter. She hated it, yet she could not destroy it; it had a mysterious hold on her. Th...
Apologies for name confusion in part 1. In the earlier part of the story, the character Grant is sometimes mistakenly referred to as Clark. ***** I turned a lamp on in Ms. Jenna's room and looked around. On the walls were portraits, photographs mostly, of remarkable women in history. Athletes, academics, scientists, all proudly displayed. And above the bed...
Clark Stevens was a pillar of society; a well-known financier looked up to by many with envy, but he had a fetish which no amount of money could pay for. He had a daughter of his own, and had had more than a passing interest in the friends she often brought home with her; the pool in the garden visible from an upstairs window, where he would nurse his erect...
The sun gleamed on a fusion of naked flesh, yellow bronze and gleaming white, The slender blond woman's head rolled back ecstatically as she swayed to and fro straddling the body of the Vietnamese lying beneath her, on the outdoor airbed, his rigid cock plowing her pussy. Gi Rao Ramh exulted in fucking women of every description but there was no pleasure li...