Goblin's Note: This is the start of a much longer story I'm working on—and it marks one of the few times I've really felt like a prologue was really necessary. As such, this first mini-chapter is short and non-erotic. The overall story, however, will be much closer to my ordinary blend of sex and plot, so if you like weresheep, holstaurs, mermaids, alraune,...
This story is completely fictitious. However, the liberal attitude to nudity of some European countries and some Amazonian tribes is well documented. ---------------------------------- For the last few days the skies had been clear, completely devoid of clouds; so, the residents of this Swiss ski chalet had spent their days either skiing or looking after t...
by Scatwoman (credit to MercySlayer for inspiration) Part 3: "A New Life" Over the next month, Hannah was always ass-fucked first by the Chief and then left to the mercy of the other men. She now just bobbed up and down while her cunt and ass was used, no longer even pretending to resist. And she came so frequently Dylan wondered if she ever had time for a...
The temple shrine rose majestically above the ancient foliage of the Nilgiri forests in Southern India, shining brightly in the backdrop of the rising sun. The shadows of the numerous statues on the shrine depicting the glory of the forgotten civilization, gave it an eerie look. Hymns in the strange language filled the morning calm yet formed a melodious h...
They are the two most famous man-eating lions in history. Hollywood made a movie about them and there have been numerous books written about them, but lions normally don’t consider humans a food source. The name Tsavo means “place of slaughter,” and it’s a semi-arid region, a tough place to scratch out a living for either man or beast. And although today it...
I was in the Atlas Mountains in Morocco, northwest Africa towards where the Mediterranean and the Atlantic meet. I'm a photographer and was there on a contract from a major, national magazine. I've done photography in Outer Mongolia and Antarctica and the Himalayas and the heart of equatorial Africa and other out of the way places. In part, I get hired becau...
Well, things started picking up at the magazine publisher I work for. In fact, my wife and I are back to traveling all over the world again. Between her medical expertise, and my ability to be in the right place at the right time with my camera, we have succeeded in scoring some great articles. Our editor has given us free reign on our stories, and calls com...
Victoria smiled as she admired her reflection in the huge floor to ceiling mirror wall in her elegant private dressing salon. She was glad the war was over; it was good to wear white gloves and nylons again. Examining her image more critically she adjusted her hat just a tad so her lovely blonde bangs peaked out just so. Now that the occupation was over th...
Day 4 When Nadia woke, her wife was between her legs, tongue buried deep. Although it felt good, something felt wrong. "Olivia baby, stop." Yes, something hurt, but in the fuzz of her first hangover it took a few moments to sort it out. Her ass hurt. It hurt at her pucker, and it hurt deep inside. "Oh wow." She remarked. Strangely she also felt pleasure...
November 20, 1754 My womb is swollen, and I know I am full of the entity's seed in spite of it's children sucking me dry of it after each brutal bout of intercourse. The days grow shorter, the nights longer - and I am still captive in my cabin though not because of my phantom lover. I am chained here by it's children, who coax me from sleep with gentle suck...