Good Erotica During the early 1970s, what generally is called "oral sex" became legitimate; Americans simply voted with their feet and decided that fellation and its depiction on-screen are respectable. No doubt, this reversal was years in the making and had multiple causes; but the proximal cause was "The Devil In Miss Jones." In 1973, the year of its r...
This is my first story and fist submission. Please give critical advice. All characters are over 18 years old. ***** As day breaks in the village of Berchtwald, a farm boy lurched from his slumber. A smile spread on his face, "Today's the day," he whispered as he started putting together his daily ensemble. He slid on his wool shirt and pants, far too exc...
This is one of those stories where there really isn't a category to put it in. I thought about the humor category but unless you understand my dry sense of humor it wouldn't work so I had to settle on Non-erotic. Those of you who are close enough to me to really know me realize I have a weird thought process I have been known to come up with some really di...
The terrified princess ran as fast as her bare feet could carry her. Her long blond hair, ratty and tangled from her long captivity, streamed out behind her. Her thin cotton nightshirt was damp from her sweat, and from the sea water splashing up her legs as her feet occasionally hit the ocean waves. Her beautiful taut body, pink and inviting was clearly vi...
"Whazzup!" Sallee Silverclamp exclaimed as she handed Pinter a mug of iced tea. The little Goblin overseer of Nagrand's Steamwheedle Preservation Society smiled with her wild hospitality that had always made Pinter laugh when she established connections here over a month ago. Pinter couldn't resist a little appreciative chuckle as she took the tea mug and si...
Author's Note This is a work of fiction, all characters are above the age of 18. Special thanks to XiraeK for help with editing. This next chapter we see that Tom's changes and specifically his bite of Trish has accelerated things surrounding him. We see a bit behind the curtain and experience a few different points of view. Changes in point of view are ma...
The sun blazed hot down on the pair of horses riding the path between the high pines. The lead horse was ridden by a man. A tall, skinny man wearing very expensive-looking clothes, and some equally expensive jewelry. His face was unlined, and he was perhaps thirty. He had a rather thin face, and a nose that would be called aquiline by the generous, or simply...
As a little warning before you go any further, this story is a bit of a slowburn. Reina, the female protagonist, is a character I think I might use again, so I wanted to provide a good amount of background for her, just in case. As a result, though, there is also a good amount of time spent on exposition. Additionally, there are some light elements of gentle...
Chapter 22: The Exile "Ogre..." Kail tossed and turned in his bed of furs, lightly growling as the familiar and hated voice called to him. "Ogre...I know you can hear me." "Go away," Kail barked. "I want nothing from you." He could almost feel the quake of Caligula's anger strike out at him viciously. Unfortunately for him, his magic was weak outside th...
Sitting home for another boring night of surfing the internet, you are about to give up on finding anything new when an odd link pops up at the bottom right of your screen. "Click here for the night of your life." Assuming it has to be some sort of virus or spyware you go to delete it. But something makes you pause, be it boredom, or simply the kno...