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I felt the magic ebb and flow around me, coursing across my skin like the touch of a nervous lover as I knelt on the dirt. I stared at the small circle of runes that I'd drawn in the earth before me, and whispered the primal words of magic to shape my spell. The runes glowed one by one until the whole circle, no more than two feet across, was lit with a dull...
Now don't get me wrong. I got nothing against that play "Vagina Monologues" from a few years ago and all the success it has had. I'm not taking anything away from vaginas (in fact I am usually trying to give something to them, heh, heh) and there is nothing wrong with more exposure for vaginas, nothing. I root for vaginas every day. It's just that there is...
The sound of a blaring car horn shattering the still morning air prematurely ended my exotic wet dream of sex starved nymphs pampering my aged torso with gleeful abandon. Didn't have many of these dream at my age, and silently cursed the owner of the blaring horn knowing it would be highly unlikely to recapture the erotic sensations. Vivian, my trusted compa...
So there I was at nineteen in the woods with my dick in my hand, my shorts around my ankles leaning on a giant boulder, just moments from orgasm and then she appears out of nowhere and catches me in the act. I was fucked. I mean, not literally fucked. God knows I wanted nothing more at that moment than to sink my cock into a wet, willing pussy. By fucked I...
The night had been a little different. It was Halloween and the party had been long. You were rather drunk, and dressed like a vampire. Your girlfriend, Morgan, was dressed to the nines in a sexy school-girl outfit. The top barely covered her small, but perky and sexy tits. Her nipples poked out on occasion. The small pleated plaid skirt barely covered her t...
Chapter 4 I damn near fainted more than once, not being exactly a spring chicken anymore, as Consuela, my lovely bride, wore me down at last. I had beads of sweat dripping off my flesh, and she had them, too, until I licked hers off her skin, of course. Consuela Jackson, nee Dominguez, was truly the most erotic and sensual woman I had ever known. I had no i...
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. All characters are over eighteen and clearly written to...
I was out fishing when I saw her. At first glace, I thought she must be a child. As I looked closer it became clear that she was no child, but exactly what she was I had no idea. She had the face of a supermodel and a body that was like a porn star only... more so. The real puzzling thing about her, though, was that she was only three feet tall. It was as if...
My wife Doreen was pregnant by our landscaper, Raymond, a young handsome black man. In the previous chapter I explained how I went from a downtrodden cuckold to accepting Doreen and her pregnancy. I had done much soul searching and admitted that I loved her too much to divorce her. She did not want a divorce either. As she began to show her baby bump, we wer...