"Honey, I'm home." You say intentionally trying to make your fiance cringe. Walking into the new house you two bought together, the novelty of owning your first house and living a couple of states away from your families has not worn out on you yet. You and April, after saving up enough money, were finally able to afford moving to this house in Sal...
As the world loads in you rise up, drawing up your power... before unceremoniously flopping onto the ground. What's the point? The heroes would just waltz through and kill you 20 minutes from now. You didn't even get the satisfaction of killing them over and over again like the bosses did. You were just a creep put here so the heroes could farm XP. The more...
You scoot your chair back from the table, rubbing an eye as you take a moment to consider this glaring bright room and the truly absurd opportunity it offers. Oh, your summer job hunt had started typically enough: the movie theater, a few pizza joints, that doggie daycare place, any number of perfectly normal and perfectly dull prospects for the admittedly n...
You've written your story, edited it within an inch of its life, and are all ready to show it to the world. You open a submission page and – what's this? Story Tags? What the bleep is a Story Tag? The larger any archive grows, the more important organization becomes. Separating stories into our current categories helps connect readers with stories they'll e...
[Please hit “start game” so that the variables and conditions work properly!] Matt’s heart almost beat backwards. He was in his living room illuminated only by the TV, his girlfriend draped over him softly. It wasn’t that he really cared for Lucy that had him so anxious, though that played a part. Tonight was special. Matt has just turned 18 a few weeks ago,...
(Authors disclaimer: Art pictured is not my own, credit goes to the artist (Possibly Triuni). All characters are at least 18 years old and/or considered sexually mature for their species.) The bell above me jingles as I push open the front door and enter the bookshop. Discovering the bookshop by chance during my wanderings, I had immediately made a beeline...
Why does being forced to be the slave of a woman and drink her urine or lick her feet produce such pleasurable emotions within us? What makes fantasizing over being forced to dress as a girl and provide oral sex for a male friend arouse us to the extents it does? I have had these questions for years and I believe I have found several answers. If you too have...
Scene 1 I couldn't believe I was doing it, even as I followed the tall blonde in the black PVC catsuit to the door with "Private" written over the door in tilting red script. I just went to the sex club to watch, at least that was my plan, but as soon as I saw her demonstrating the proper way to flog a man in a kneeling position, I knew I would be on my kne...
Ervin felt his cock, bouncing on the leaden testicles, as he got out of his car. It was such a funny old house that Isely lived in... She charged by the hour, claiming on her taxes that she appraised antiques. But her credit card "charger" was next to her bed... It had been quite a week, Ervin reflected as he climbed the steps onto Isely's porch. The Pr...
-I think there’s someone at the door. Peter sighed and looked away from the newspaper he had been reading since he had started his breakfast with his family. He looked at his wife and smiled. After sixteen years of marriage, as both were approaching their forties, he was still in love with Laura. Her brown hair, her blue eyes, not to mention her generous cur...