Structure Of The Root Tip Stories

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The Botanist

by Carnal_Flower on Sep 19, 2017
Erotic Horror

Q: Why do you write erotica? A: Because if I didn't put sex in my stories, no one would read them. --Anonymous Part One. The Master hated these trips into London, but they simply could not be avoided. The Thief, so peculiar in his demands, would not meet with anyone else. This was perhaps understandable in the beginning, when he was completely unknown,...

Symon & Michelle - Halftime Show

by BelleCanzuto on Dec 3, 2019
Erotic Couplings

A few months into this hobby, I'd written a bunch of short, stand alone stories that wound up all being about the same couple. They are not in any particular order, and you don't need to know anything about the other stories to understand each one. Some stories are fairly tame, while others are more intense and explore fetishes, BDSM, and specifically S/m th...

Where Few Men have Gone Before Ch. 01

by kdubya13 on Jan 20, 2020
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

I first saw her as she stepped out of the lift outside the station bar. The first thing that struck me was how tall she was. I gave Tom next to me a nudge and nodded my head in her direction. She had his attention now too. By the time she was half way through the door nearly every guy in the bar had checked her out. She must have been a full 2 meters and th...

The Lake House Lessons 08

by JayDavid on Sep 25, 2017
Erotic Couplings

WEDNESDAY I was awakened on Wednesday morning by a text message from Dana, at exactly 8 a.m. All it said was, "7 hours." Attached was a picture of her lips, with shiny red lip gloss, which she didn't usually wear, but, in this context was very sexy. I realized that she had a test at 9, so I probably wouldn't hear from her again until about noon. There was n...

Out of the Burlap Ch. 00-01

by maxicue on Sep 15, 2017
Romance

NOTE: This starts a bit weird. I actually incorporated an older prose poem of mine to use as "Joe's Dream" in the Prologue which may be a bit hard to understand. Don't worry. Things get much easier to read afterwards. The story occurs in the Twin Cities of Minneapolis and St Paul in the mid to late nineties. There may be similarities to real people, but thi...

Night of the Tornadoes

by julybear7 on Sep 19, 2017
First Time

The following is offered with many thanks to OneSilky for the inspiration, suggestions and editing advice she provided. Enjoy. Jb7 Tempest Coney looked at the plant order in her hand, tears streaming down her face as she swore at her Pap. He expected her to harvest, package and arrange to ship 25 English boxwood plants to arrive in Rushford, Illinois by...

The Enchantress of Ingley Ch. 04

by Metal_Slime on Sep 25, 2017
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

Within the shadow bound halls of Ingley Manor, Squire George sat within his great wooden chair, stooped with age before his time. The crackle of the hearth nearby had gone from pleasant white noise in the background to a harsh and unforgiving assault on the silence he so craved. Wearily, he rested his head within one hand, feeling as if all strength had fled...

The Song of Roland Ch. 21

by HookedonPhoenix on Sep 25, 2017
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

Murder and fire; ruin and damnation. Roland trailed along the perimeter of the inner wall in heedless flight as the world around him burned. His lungs wheezed and his chest palpitated from the effort. He had retraced his steps through the gutted hovels as he watched the ruin of the Cultist's home play out before him. Madness stalked the streets, gibbering mo...

Her Contract Enatails Ch. 03

by Nate_Walis on Sep 15, 2017
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

The darkness of the room was not truly penetrated as the door opened, but the corridor outside was filled with a shading of deep shadow rather than an absence of light and so a portion small degree of that dark was replaced with shades of grey instead. A vaguely human shape flitted through the gloom and made for the bed, followed moments later by a far large...

Succubus

by dreamsndesires on Sep 19, 2017
Erotic Horror

It was the part of Wakefield Manor where I felt most at home, all green leather, polished oak and the odour of antiquity. The room was cavernous and gloomy even at noon. The walls were covered from floor to ceiling with shelves that groaned under the wisdom of the ages, books far older than the manor itself. The light filtering in through the small windows,...