My name is Rhodes Jean Atkinson. Who am I? Just a six-foot-tall, good-looking and muscular young Black man of Haitian heritage from Massachusetts who recently moved to Virginia to attend college. It's an event which changed my life forever. I come from a very distinct lineage of black men and black women gifted with supernatural powers. All of us come from t...
The name is Maldos, and I am a Satyr. In case you don't know what a Satyr is, I will be glad to enlighten you. Satyrs are Immortal beings who walk the world of man. We look like men, but with somewhat hairier bodies, and we also have goat-like horns. Oh, and I almost forgot about the cloven feet. And the unforgettable goat-like tail. It turns on the women, I...
Long, Long, Long Ago in Evergreen "PUSSY BE FREE!" shouted runners and those at the forest edge in all octaves. An assortment of men in various bright and muted clothing with multiple dialects and excited commands cheered and jeered as the scores of fresh ladies were about to be released. The crimson sheet was dropped from Great Tree of Promise and the c...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** It beat like a heart, the Heart of Corruption, and filled the den with its gentle reverberations. Each beat sent corruption further outwards and the den was completely drowned in it. The cultists within were empowered by these profane energies, making love for days on end and spil...
"Imran, you should have been honest with me," Pooja Bawa said, looking somewhat reproachfully at her husband of twenty years. Imran Sheikh took a deep breath and looked at Pooja, the lovely woman who'd shared his life and his bed for more than two decades. He'd been in love with her ever since they met at Chandigarh University in the Mohali District of Punja...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** DISCLAIMER - THIS IS AN EROTIC FICTION THAT DRAWS FOR OVER A CENTURY ACROSS THE UNITED STATES. ALL CHARACTERS INCLUDING THOSE HOLDING PUBLIC OFFICES ARE FICTIONAL. ANY RESEMBLANCE IS PURELY CO-INCIDENTAL. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~°°° It was the summer of 1869. The blood fest that was the...
Summary: Maybe Serene should think twice before calling on a demon to satisfy her own selfish needs, especially when she can't watch her mouth... This story is dedicated to a very special person in my life. You'll always be my Angel, and I'm sorry if sometimes I make your life hell. Happy birthday Author's Note -- I just want to say, thank everyone for th...
Author's Note: Thanks to bikoukumori for a wonderful editing job and fellow authors redskyes and Handley_Page for helpful additions and insight. This is part three of four. If you stumbled into here via the tag search, I'd ask you to start from part one for maximum enjoyment. And as always, only adults having fun here. Part Three The days went by. I...
*You're either going to love this one or you're going to get bored. Let me know which in the comments :P* Chapter 18 Your instincts rip you from the serene depths of your slumber, adrenaline and a cocktail of various other hormones sent coursing through your body. The ground shakes along with the bed and you feel the sting of pain on your temple; your ey...
~ ~*~:~*#K#*~:~*~ The tribe moved quickly through the trees. They wanted to reach the village and get home before day's end. In her hand Kerensa carried a sharp stick Rozenwild had snapped across her shin. Several others were similarly armed. They paused at the edge of the forest, looking down at the fields and buildings. "Everyone ready?" Rozenwild asked...