"Master." Hal didn't want to hear the voice. He didn't want anything to intrude on whatever level of life he was now floating on. Eyes closed, a bed of unbelievable softness underneath him, the distant but comforting sounds of Josephine's claws scratching on the dirt floor -- and, best of all, the utterly satisfying feeling of having had his seed thoroughly...
The bright spotlights flared to life; illuminating the gaudy and somewhat dated 70's style game show set that filled the stage of a bustling TV studio. Multicoloured lights lined every step, wall and surface; the bright bulbs blinking and flashing to such a degree they'd have epileptics across the land going into shock at the drop of a hat. A tacky, badly c...
This is my first normal 'boy meets girl' story, and it's a bit dark. It takes some time to get to the sex but please bear with me. ***** I still can't remember when it began... My last normal memory was a slow drive north to visit my old friend Steve who had invited me for a weekend shooting in the country. Both old army buddies (we went through basic tra...
SOMETIMES, DYING IS EASIER...... TUESDAY, SEPTEMBER 13, 2005 My name is Bill Maitland. I'm an Assistant State Attorney in the Jacksonville State Attorney's Office. Unofficially I'm the chief prosecutor which means that although in an organizational chart there are two other SAs at my level, in reality I'm the number one guy under the Big Man, State Attorne...
Author's note; This story is a Romance, and the sex occurs towards the ending. Some might not like it for its lack of vicarious luridness from the beginning to the very end. The poem John shares with Rachel; "Autumn" belongs to Emily Elizabeth Dickenson, (December 10, 1830 - May 15, 1886). She was an American poet. I chose it because it is my favorite poem o...
This is Part One of a three-part story. They had already begun the slow descent. Both of them worked a lot of hours and were rarely home. When they did see each other, the smiles were fewer and farther between, and when they were shared, didn't last as long. But it was more than that. She just didn't seem to appreciate him anymore, and at times, he had to a...
This is a major rewrite of the first version of the story. Basically, everything except the beginning has been rewritten. I hadn't thought out much of how the world worked before I started writing, so this is an attempt to make it a little more internally consistent and to explain how the magic works. * Crossing the trading post's compound, I was quietly f...
Everyone deals with the aftermath of the attack on Julia and Lisa. This chapter has oral, anal, and vaginal fucking, masturbation and lesbian sex. No STD's exist for the purposes of this story. A Taste of Slavery, Ch 31 - Aftermath JULIA I had tests all day, never quite getting any sleep between them, feeling tired and worn out. My face hurt, my head sli...
Ordinary life continued to tick by back in the prince's home country. While Gyllen was busy browsing books in a library some two thousand miles away, a single figure, dressed in a yellow hooded cloak and a frock of white as if to contemplate the uncommonly sunny Platinan afternoon and the marshmallow clouds drifting in the aether, was skipping merrily along...
Author's Note: I wrote this back in 2015 as a request. It is a monster (for me) at 20,000 words long and was my first (and last) attempt at writing male on male erotica. I apologize in advance if it gets repetitive or ridiculous, whenever I thought this piece finished, my requester would request another scene. This contains bisexual content and ungodly amoun...