Author's Note: Standard disclaimer applies: this story contains fictional depictions of erotic scenarios, so act accordingly! All characters are at least eighteen, all situations are entirely fictional, and any resemblance to any real-life individuals or situations is entirely coincidental. Copyright Fidget, all rights reserved. Enjoy! Human Reproduction by...
Pornographer: a description we should use with pride At school and in encyclopaedias we learn of the animal images and hunting scenes our ancestors portrayed on their cave walls. There are other human images - the so called Venus's, females whose swollen torsos appear to suggest pregnancy, these are thought to be Fertility images. In Tannahill's "A Histor...
This story, as with all of the stories I have written, is purely fictional. No accounts are to be taken literally, and all characters in this work are fictional also. Any resemblance to any persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. * * * * * Her name was Estelle and she was Ken’s, my bosses, wife. For a 61 year-old woman, she was beautiful. She had...
Maybe I should use a more provocative title like "I Am a Depraved Man" to make my thoughts appear intriguing and frank, suitable for the topic of sex in writing. Or perhaps, something steamy and titillating: "How I Raped My Sister"—mimicking true confession magazine headlines—more intimate and appropriate for the avid readers of EROTICA, the realm of fiction...
Credit for Cover goes to Incase, I do not own the cover art, nor do I profit by it. First, an explanation of the setting, then we'll get to the good stuff. In this world, Futa are the third gender, as natural and well known as the other two, and just as needed in reproduction. In order for a baby to be conceived, a woman must have sex with a futa, preferably...
He was a brilliant geneticist and virologist, if somewhat misguided. His ideas to improve the human condition were often laughed at in the scientific community despite his many successes and the wealth he achieved. Because of this, his more misogynistic ideas were kept to himself as well as his views of population control, he secretly built lab for his exper...
As he read his novel by the flickering warmth of the dying firelight, I gazed at him longingly. A most likely candidate for my attentions was he, aged from a multitude of unique experiences into the reclusive hulk of what once was. Beset by memories, and beyond the ability to procreate, he would soon cross over into my world of timeless freedom that he had b...
Hello again, Lit! Here is the second installment in Metamorphosis. Still no sex, but we'll get there, I promise. I appreciate any feedback, so feel free to leave a comment and rate. Again, this is my first submission, so bear with me as I learn and grow as a writer. Enjoy! Xayna * I woke up with the sun the next morning, feeling rested and invigorated. I...
Amaria (a-MAR-ee-uh) and Ixchol (ICKS-shol) AMARIA Amaria lowered the hood of her cloak to feel the morning mist kiss her cheeks. Inhaling slowly, she tried to quell her rising sense of dread, focusing instead on the crisp smell of the damp grass, the clean wind, and the moisture slowly beading on her skin. She savored the sensations, lingering a moment...
[You can find my other stories under my original user name 130260] Lorna finished tying the lace of her brand new white plimsoll and lovingly stroked the smooth and gleaming white canvas with the lightest touch of her perfectly manicured fingertips. Until Steve had turned her on to the very special pleasure of wearing white plimsolls with white ankle socks,...