Author's note: Hi, this is my first story in CHYOA. I wrote this story mostly because I'm bored. My story is about a fantasy role reversal erotica. It has non-consensual sex and politically incorrect way of thinking. If this is not the type of fiction you like, please do us all a favor and stop here. If you can understand that this is just a fantasy to be e...
"Well hello, Jared," Melissa Koenig, matriarch of the Gaian Farm and Industries commune opened the door of her apartment with a slight leer at her junior husband, "are you ready to go back to being my girlfriend?" Jared inhaled deeply and let it out. "M—Melissa, I've missed our Monday dates. I want you." "And do you want to be inside me or do you want me i...
Ch.1 Not Alone Hawthorne looked up, eying the area around her with blatant curiosity. The young wild elf had been walking for what seemed like days, all in an attempt to flee the overbearing Matriarchy of the Temple of Rathelle. Yes the priestesses had been good and kind in raising her and her older sister, but she was tired of the dreariness of seclusion....
Our hero is in his bedroom, bored as he browses his large porn collection. Sure he's got all the best titles from Japan, America and even some vintage ebony videos to make a collector cry but he's grown bored with the lack of physical contact in his life. He wishes that someone would take an interest in him and provide some spice to his monotone life. What o...
OK then. This is my first posting on Literotica (well under this name anyway) -- ask nicely and I'll direct you to the fiction I wrote under my other name. Like it says on my profile page, I'm using Literotica to post my true and true --ish experiences here. So I thought the best thing for my first post would be a quick run down of me, my beliefs and my kink...
The Captain who led me away was Maize Holland. She said that she had a surprise for me. She led me to her transport and had me drive her to the airport. She had a small bag with her we boarded a transport for the southern coast. On the way the Captain told me that were on the way to Shangrila a beach resort which had a reputation of being the place to go to...
Angus McLaren sat in the shade of the wrap-around porch. The Men's House was a comfortable place with its Adirondack chairs and broad eaves and on a hot, late summer day it was just the place for a large iced tea and some time to digest lunch. Food was important at The Commune and fortunately it was fresh, organic and plentiful. It was, he thought, a damned...
'It wasn't always like this. I was part of a majestic matriarchy which resided on a small scenic island. Our tribe basked in the glory of abundant sunlight and natural resources. My role in the society was that of a gatherer. We would scavenge for anything useful after the brave hunters had dealt with threats inside the jungle. Subsequently, we would craft n...
Melissa Koenig stood in the shade of the veranda of the main dining hall of the commune she ran. She smiled at the children running up and down the dirt road that ran down the center of the Farm and at the younger adult members at their various tasks keeping the place running. Several years before the idea of a benevolent matriarchal commune had been a dream...
This story is a work of fiction. ***** My wife Claudia arrived from her long trip the other day. In the parking lot and in the backseat of my car Claudia sat and extended her sweaty bare feet for me to lick them clean, I did that in total submission before we went home. Claudia brought with her a mix of special plants and she told me that I had to boil t...