Beneath a snowy roof in the village of Karkan, an act of incest most foul reached its climax. Braya Redhand, voluptuous barbarian of the Ironfang mountain clan, rode her son. She forced his rough hands up her sculpted mid-section, sinuous and glistening as it twisted with each thrust upon his turgid cock. It wasn't long before his fingers reached around the...
Today, a Saturday in September, Emerald City promised unseasonable warmth and sunshine. Diana and I awakened refreshed and invigorated as did the city known for its aromatic blends of coffee, post card perfect ferries and deeply ingrained tree hugging mindset. Soon another influx of tourists would flood these precipitous downtown streets and shekels would co...
~~Julias~~ He still wasn't comfortable with the Primogen. Much as he had confidence in his abilities and intelligence, they were older than him, stronger than him, and, although he was loath to admit it, they were probably smarter than him. All his poker skills, tested every time he had a conversation. No wonder Viktor turned to stone over the centuries. W...
The Ice Storm For as long as she'd been in Maine, Mary had heard the locals take a dismissive attitude towards winter weather. There was no wind cold enough, no blizzard fierce enough, for them to be concerned. Driving on snowy roads was a challenge eagerly faced, becoming snowbound at home, a vacation to savor. By implication, those like her, people from a...
[Author's Note: Much like "Spoils of War," another of my tales, this one started out as just a fun little short story with little to no plot. But as per reader request, I shall now continue the Monster Girl Adventure. Please leave me your feedback; your praise and constructive criticism both mean the world to me. Now, on with the show...] * * * I try my b...
~~Natasha~~ Art got up and started to look around her apartment, fingers dragging along her counter tops, her couches, her tables, her laptop. They stopped on the laptop in particular when his eyes found the screen. "Researching ancient Egypt mm?" "I... I uh..." She reached over and closed it. Didn't want them gleaming any more than they needed. Or at lea...
It had been months since I'd received and enjoyed my "I'm having a baby!" simulation kit. After much contemplation, and after reading about the most popular kits made by Birthing Simulator Kit Incorporated, I was most intrigued by the Birthing Cocoon. The website said very little about it except that it involved sensory deprivation and that it was not for th...
Every town needs a super-hero. Unfortunately the town of Sticksville had to make do with Alan Miller, a.k.a. Christian Crusader. It wasn't that Christian Crusader was a bad super-hero. He had all the requisite hero traits. He was strong; he was brave; he was athletic; he could fly. He was also blessed with the kind of fantastic good looks that made all the l...
This is a story I wrote a few years back. It is about a woman who is addicted to pain and knows that it can destroy her, but still seeks the blissful "golden cocoon" that lies on the other side of the pain and humiliation. Her addiction controls her, but she finds help from an unexpected source- her Uncle Jack and her sister Tracey. She also finds out that s...
Posted on literotica.com with permission of author: Nanna Marker; literotica ID ellynei. * Kokata usually liked winter, especially when there was snow. Cold had never harmed him. One night, years earlier, he had crawled up high and laid himself in the snow on the treetops. Kokata had expected the pale man to eventually come. He hadn't. Instead the world h...