In Which an Elven Servant Suffers a Succubus to Live in Her Home Chapter 34 All told, it takes Master two whole days to fully recover from the, um, ritual. He spends most of it sleeping, but I make certain that he eats enough and stays hydrated the entire time. It frightens me to see him weakened so, at first. But once it becomes clear that he's going to b...
Disclaimer and Notes: Hearts Academy is an dark horror/mystery story focusing on the reluctant feminization of a young artist. There are many themes such that cause it to be disturbing for those who cannot handle terror or dread well. This is a sequel to The Rose Diaries. While the characters are brand new, it does reference events and characters from the...
♥ Hello everyone... Unfortunately I had to close my Patreon (all the privacy in the world but the ceiling is thin enough that any step taken upstairs can be heard as if it's stomping), but I got some alone time and wanted to let you all know I miss you. Your comments make me happy (shoutout to the couple that wrote me, feel free to leave an email for a resp...
Please read my bio as it provides helpful context. As I test the limits with my willing partner, my submissive wife, I often write as "the agency" who has "hired" her out to me. It also helps me gain confidence in expressing my desire to go further as I continue to be awestruck by how erotic these experiences are for both of us. In this email I sent to he...
Chapter 13 My first day of sophomore year, was today and I did not want to go. Throughout the whole day, I got a whole lot of attention from everyone of how little my dick was to being gay. Everyone forgot about the time at the party when I kissed Isabel and Ashley, but everyone remembers when Aaron was giving me CPR. I just tried to ignore it, but it fel...
Copyright ©, 2004: All text is the sole property of the author. All rights reserved. * * * * * * Writer's Note: You probably haven't noticed, but Canadagander has not contributed a new story for quite some time. I contracted that dread disease of writers known as 'THE BLOCK'. Try as I might, nothing was forthcoming from my mind that I considered witty or...
A loss of that perfect love. *********************** I miss his gentle touch, a light finger that traced my curves, a hand, smooth across my skin. I miss the strength that came from his limbs. The muscular tension that I felt when his arms encircled me and pulled me towards him. I miss the excitement and the gathering passion which came as our bodies met...
"Well, doggies...." Jed lowered the rifle with a heavy heart, the roar of 30-30 still ringing in his ears. Jethro's corpse twitched briefly before lying still. His attacker hadn't even noticed. Jed didn't relish telling his cousin that he'd been forced to blow his nephew's brains all over the estate's sprawling grounds, but there had been no choice. Once Jet...
It was gusty in Metropolis, spring winds whistled between tall buildings, bringing fine rain insinuating into every crevice. Miss Lois Lane, ace reporter of The Daily Planet was soaked through, her umbrella blown inside out three blocks away. At the revolving door, she bumped into someone trying to enter at the same time and went flying. "Hey, you fuckin...
*Disclaimer: All persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. * Chapter 71 Marie Soileau gritted her teeth; Bill Baggett was a pain in the ass. He was surly, uncommunicative, insolent, and ungrateful. Because of him, she would be at least an hour late getting home; dinner would be late again. "Honey Bunny," I can cook, you...