Alexa's personality changed ever since the first time we had the threesome with Rhea. It was like a flip was switched the moment she entered bed. Her normal calculating and reserved self, changed into a tenacious dom like alter ego. She enjoyed teasing me and making me submit to her. I may have enabled her behavior by utterly enjoying the feeling of submissi...
AUTHOR'S NOTE Thanks for reading this, and for putting the "H" on the previous submission. Hope you enjoy. Edited by Redscaledknight, a gentleman of worth. Consultation by LibraLady4U. Two Years Later Was this who she was? Jenny Stirling's chest was bare, her breasts pointed like soft little pyramids, coy smile playing on her lips. She dipped the cotto...
"Why has Aunt Harriet not come back to haunt me?" After a few days to process being fucked for the very first time Maria Blanco felt really alone. Even stepping back into her own bedroom for the first time in three days she found the courage to overcome her fear of the multitude of sexually active ghosts, having met quite a few the other night. Not real gho...
Authors note: Here is my Halloween story for 2014, hope you enjoy. * The self-proclaimed Witch-Hunter General, Matthew Hopkins, rode into the small village of Mistlea expecting to see the church flock greet his arrival with rabid anticipation and old hags already in custody. His reputation since hanging a coven of twenty-three witches at Manningtree for d...
Freshly showered Candi Palmer paraded downstairs wrapped in a thin purple towel. A mere hour ago Rodney had dropped her off at home after their movie date. Having gone far better than planned she had managed to convert Rodney's bitch sister Rhea into a loving young woman. Her introduction to the world of nymphomania managed to earn Candi a new friend. Even i...
In the game of life, we are all just pips on the dice. Destined to find ourselves either face up and valued or face down and ignored. It's a craps shoot, life. The question, though--one asked since the dawn of man--is just what hand is throwing those dice. Ours or God's? Well, in either case, the hands tossing them are not clean. You could even say they ar...
~~Medusa~~ Never in a million years did she expect to be looking at the face of Poseidon once more. She stared down at the struggling god, at his handsome face. He looked like an older man, but one with all the qualities of attraction, of a man who was powerful and confident, still virile with a touch of age on his face and hair. Tall and broad-shouldered...
Welcome to my story, Primal Lust. The first thing you should do is set the variables for a family name and personal name for your character, though you will probably have to change them unless you get very lucky or already have a story in mind to read... You also might want to turn on Game Mode. I personally don't plan on using variables but some other autho...
Warning: Mixes Catholic and Neo-Pagan beliefs, may be offensive to the religiously sensitive. Father Larry, a Catholic Priest of the Order of the Virgin Mary, opened the door of the confessional a tiny bit and peered out to see if there was anyone else waiting to make confession. Seeing no one, he sighed and opened the door the rest of the way to head back...
"You're too slow, brother!" Castor roared in victory as his sword crashed down upon his twin brothers in a hard blow. "Speak for yourself, butter ball." Pollux answer as he spun crouched around, bringing his foot in a sweep to the back of his twin brothers legs bringing him down to the floor. "Damn it!" Castor swore as his whole body shook the ground. Th...