1 Another artist dead by suicide... What a way to start an article on an erotica website. And what a way to appeal to your audience. But I'm not trying to appeal to anyone. I'm writing this not because I want to - not particularly! I'm writing this because I'm compelled to, because I have to. It has nothing to do with the songwriter and vocalist, who hung...
CHAPTER 6: NEITHER WITH A BANG, NOR A WHIMPER As is always the case, various sections of the community clearly saw the danger early and did their best to warn the authorities and the people long before any official attempt was made to tackle the problem. And, as had always been true, by the time the governing bodies did stir, it was already too late. Media...
Please choose, are you a Male or Futa/Dick girlWhat's next? Male Futa/ Dick Girl What's next? Male Futa/ Dick Girl...
Chapter 04 Estim Experiences and Other Fun Hello again! I know I post a lot about this but damn if it isn't amazing each and every time. Earlier today I had a brief opportunity to indulge myself when I found myself alone so I quickly stripped from the waist and turned on my favorite porn. I hooked myself up with an electrode at the base of my cock and a...
'We are outlaws in the eyes of America' says Flexi Girl, 'always different' I am Tonguesmith. Created for pleasure. My mother was a hippie, who dropped a lot of lysergic acid. And other strange narcotics with mystical properties. The psilocybin William S Burroughs grail-quested through Amazonia to find, but could never discover. My father was the electri...
She ran down the stairs and out into the sunshine. He was waiting for her in the car but he just smiled. It was a little test just to reassure her that he truly loved her, which was testified to by his patience. She felt so lucky. He was good looking and was very caring and considerate. She felt he was a good catch. He had his own business, a small restauran...
Normality! Sweet, contented normality! The next few days passed as if the previous tumultuous months hadn't happened. My husband Pete and I got up together, had breakfast together and went to our separate places of work where, for the first time in weeks, I was able to concentrate properly on my job and not my impossibly complicated private life. We had di...
Cassie was a dreamer. It didn't matter where she was, she could always drift off to some fantasy land. Most people found it annoying but she considered it to be one of her greatest traits, being a day dreamer.. although.. it was becoming strange. In her current dream she's walking through a dark endless hallway, the walls rotating impossibly around themselve...
The internet is just a pool of photos with little explaination that make one question, theorize, and fantasize about the backstory to the photograph. Here I'm encouraging authors to find some of their favorites and see what they can do with their minds and a google image search. Enjoy what their perverted minds have come up with and here is a link to the for...
You are a small farmer. Nothing special but you love your job. You have liked to get up early as a child. Your parents have slowly guided you towards it. You first learned to plant different crops and later how to milk the cows and minotaurs. You already knew how to give first aid to a monster before you graduated as a farmer. The werewolves that guarded the...