Do you have a hobby or occupation that the world just doesn't understand? I do. My name is Thanatos, and I am the God of Death. My primary occupation is that of Collector of Souls. Most specifically, the Souls of Human beings. I despise the Humans. They're a blight upon the Universe. They deserve to be eradicated. I've always loathed the entire Species. I do...
I honestly wonder if there's something wrong with me sometimes. Folks say I'm a paranoid misanthrope. They think I'm abnormal. Then again, maybe I'm not. Yeah, I'm a little weird but this isn't exactly a normal world either. Maybe it's the world that's crooked and I'm A-okay. Right? My name is Stefan Ambroise. A big and tall, kind of good-looking black man l...
I love written pornography. From the time I first discovered the written pornography in magazines when I was young, the written word has always been my favourite way to get off. And perhaps that should have been a clue to me, because I found out later that supposedly boys and men prefer visual material, but at the time I didn't much care. I only cared that r...
Jimmy's car being slammed into by a female driver on the famed Sunset Strip might seem like bad luck. But that wasn't the case at all. In fact, it couldn't be further from the truth. Jimmy Sigszer had a knack for being in the right place, at the right time. Like now, for instance, with the short dirty blond haired woman, wearing sunglasses at night, standin...
“All relationships are about power,” she said. I gritted my teeth, silently willing Dr. Johnson to shut her pretty lips, but she continued. “In any relationship, one person will control the other, whether by force of will or physical force. Now Kristie, in your story here, which character is going to come out on top, Tori or Frank?” I felt sorry for Kristie...
This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially. This one went rather viral a good while back and has rac...
I had known him for only a few months. My parents hired him to provide security for our estate back at home, and he did a good job of it. When I told my parents I was planning on doing a bit of travel to see the world, my mom had him accompany me. His job was to protect me from any would-be scammers or thugs. It was clear that he took his job seriously, sinc...
The Eighth Day "So, we finally leave tomorrow?" Zalen answered Talyar's question with a nod. Closing the book in front of him he leaned back in his chair. "The seven day mourning period ended yesterday so I am now free to move on without making seven new enemies. I honestly have no idea if some of my... umm, wives are going to join us or not but I had to...
Saturday morning, Ryan Walcott was going sea fishing with George and his mates. George had a boat on the coast and they all took off once a year for a weekend of fishing. At least his intention was to go fishing. He had driven about 4 miles and was at a standstill. He was stuck at the back of a queue of traffic that stretched off into the distance. He could...
Lloyd sensed too late, that something was not quite how it should be, when a smiling Helen returned to the table and simply sat smoking a cigarette without saying a word for several minutes, pulling her chair a little further back with her legs crossed and just studying him with a contented expression. He wanted to ask her what was happening, but somehow he...