A note from the author: "I don't like macho, put it away; doesn't appeal to me, straight or gay. But I know a boy who catches my eye; he don't act tough, why should he try?" -- Fem in a Black Leather Jacket, Pansy Division (1993) What erotica has to offer, be it a single impulse or a life-long fetish, is the desire to go "beyond" what the limits of our...
Bobby was fucking Sneha deeply, his muscular young ass rising and falling slowly as he slid his stiff prick in and out of the slut beauty's cunt at a slow, even pace. Sneha had her slim legs wrapped around him undulating her hips up at his cock-thrusts as she pressed down on the small of his back with her heels, his swinging balls slapping rhythmically aga...
Deep, within the swamp of sorrows, energy had begun to gather. With the the attempted summoning of Loa and gods, with the dark portal, all had begun to gather. Not enough for anyone to notice, not at first. The energies were small, and the swamp of sorrows was ultimately considered unimportant. For the Horde, it was hard to defend, and for the alliance... we...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are...
Chapter two: Maria saves Silverholm Maria signaled to Ulf that she wanted to send a message by drawing on the ground with her finger. Ulf gave her pen and paper. Maria sent a letter to her father, telling him that she had found the love of her life and that he should not waste any time trying to talk her out of marrying a commoner. Ulf delivered the letter....
Chapter 17 Hildra finally looked up from her intense examination of the sword, removing the strange eyepiece she'd worn. The black faded from her eyes as she ended her arcane sight spell. "There is a warding spell outside of the attunement," she said, "but not for wardens. It's looking for a specific type of mage." "What do you mean?" Corec asked. "Some a...
The swamp gave off a foul effluvium. Carter almost believed he could take his sword, reach out into the putrid air, and cut a slice of the noxious stench. The ferryman didn't seem to notice. Perhaps the funk of the swamp had grown familiar to its residents. Indeed, the pungent odor seemed to cling to everything and everyone. It seeped into clothes and crawle...
This story is a submission to the sixth Friendly Anonymous Writing Challenge (FAWC) and a tribute to the founder of FAWC, slyc_willie, who we lost unexpectedly in October 2015. The true author of this story is kept anonymous until the end of the competition. Authors base their story on a list of four items. Their choices included the following letters: S L Y...
1 I'll tell you a story. I live in Portland, Oregon. Nice place. Much of the time I'm off touring the world as a musician, but when I'm home, this is home. I have a lovely little family here. My partner works a more normal type of job, and our son goes to school much of the year, so I usually find myself with weekdays free. The solitude I get like that is s...
**** The following is a story with a bunch of dirty kinks. Don't read this if women playing in mud, messing themselves, and doing this around other people is not your thing. Or maybe do. But you only have yourself to blame at the end if messy, watersports, and scat kinks aren't you're thing**** * Lucius got out of his car. It was wet, rainy, and somewhat c...