Welcome Percy Jackson is a comfort place for me, and this is where I vent. I don't know how many stories this will end up including, and I'm sure it will occasionally go on hiatus. I get a lot of my erotica writing plot inspiration from Grimbous who is the author of "Runt of the Litter" here on CHYOA. I've played a lot of text-based games as well l...
Hi! I'm Ryan, a writer of smut. I've decided to publish all my new stories for free online. Writing is hard and I'd like to do more of it; if you want to support my journey, check my website at https://ryandevry.neocities.org/ for details on how! The young man seemed to burst from the water, sending ripples across the surface of the lake. He didn’t merely sh...
Jasper and I lounged on the patio sofa our legs entwined together, my wet hair pressed against his bare chest, sometimes he just didn't like wearing too many clothes, not that I minded. The blinds pulled closed making it feel like late afternoon more than late morning. I stared at the television screen still not quite able to shake the feeling that somethin...
Part 1 __________ The most beautiful woman in the world was naked, straddling me. Her shaved pussy hovered over my stiff condom-covered cock, teasing the tip with her clit. I grunted in frustration. She gave me a sexy grin, knowing full well what she was doing to me. Finally, she slammed her tight cunt against my hips, swallowing my dick in one motion. Sh...
She couldn't sleep. Abigail tossed and turned, every once in a while she'd glare at the phone Gabriel had given her accusingly. After closing the photo gallery earlier, she'd set it on her nightstand. She hadn't expected him to call her soon, but it was already past midnight. How far away did he live anyway? Can I call you tonight? His deep gravelly voice...
Prologue 1969 A Funeral Anjelica Harris narrates I was late. I had flown in direct from Washington DC, leaving at first light and landed in Conrad, MT, mid morning. I called a cab which got me to the church, which was completely packed, standing room only, every single seat taken. That was only to be expected, of course, Joe Harris was always the most po...
PART ONE: INNOCENCE Finally, after what seems like eons of waiting, there's a knock at the door. Alys smoothes the fine silky fabric over her thighs, her damp palms leaving streaks of which she's blissfully unaware as she curls her fingers over the plain doorknob, turns it and swings the door wide. And there he is. Her heart. Smiling at her with that gent...
The thick smoke swallowed any possibility of a clear view. The persistent beep was an alert that something had gone terribly wrong. The events unfolded at lighting fast speed and at the same time; moved at a snail's pace. A split second was sliced into a million sections. An unidentified bloodcurdling scream echoed throughout but soon he realized it was h...
A cold silence filled the cathedral as Azagthoth walked among the unconscious thralls, his bare feet echoing against the tile floor. He looked around him dispassionately at Nico and Filia's handiwork. His eyes lingered upon the Angels. "The marks actually worked on the Seraphim. How interesting. I was expecting they'd kill you both." Filia was still feeling...
Abigail's head was pounding when she finally blinked her eyes open. The air conditioning blew softly and a seagull squawked far off outside somewhere. Subdued lighting peeked through the slits of the closed blinds over the glass doors of her room. Abigail sat up slowly, frowning at a glass of orange juice and a couple of aspirin on her nightstand. There was...