It all started so innocently, you see I had this friend who let's just say was a hostess, and then a stripper to put things bluntly. Funny enough we were just friends, never saw her in anything other than her little g-string and top, had never seen her strip or anything at this point. I had been planning to and to even perhaps get a lapdance from her, and th...
"Something's wrong." Kelsea said, as if Roland were not already aware of such a self-evident fact. The statement itself was ridiculous: he was locked in the death grip of a being made of pure lust, spooning to her devilish curves as his hand trailed across her bare, purple stomach. He had given in, laying his life in the unholy clutches of the one breed of...
Book Two "The Succubus made me do it." Reported Jim Caldwell, the local Trekkie/Area-51/UFOlogist conspiracy nut. "You shouldn't read that trash, Jimmy." Admonished the prim, proper, flat-chested Sarah. Adjusting the tight bun of her graying hair, to maintain as much dignity as was possible in a supermarket checkout-lane. "That's just what they want you t...
/********************** DISCLAIMER: As I am sure you all know, this is story, and it is fine to enjoy fantasy. Most of the fantasies I write about contain at least a little non-con, and/or potentially harmful play; when it comes to reality keep things safe, sane, and consensual. **********************/ According to the charts, he had fallen from a ladder...
[[50 years after the story of Theo, The Blood Angel of Lescatie]] CHAPTER 3: Agrat, Empress of Monsters. Reikshold. The beautiful castle stood in the heart of Reikshold, a violet-pink heaven for monster girls and their humans whom they now treated as valued husbands. Laughter and joy was never in short supply amongst the pleasure gardens, its hidden coves...
Kelsea couldn't get the memory of the Priestess' eyes out of her mind. Even as she ran between the curling unearthly fog, flanked on either side by tombstones taller than her head. Even as she ducked between a cleft that separated two entwined grave markers like the coiling spiral of interlaced vines. Even as she listened to the sounds of monsters making war...
Day Two ADRIANNA I awoke from the best sleep I'd had in recent memory. I pulled the tangled mess of hair from my face, inundating my sinuses with the sweet smell of Furia's morning skin. She was lying on her back, her cute little snores whistling from her, her fat cock standing at full mast from her womanly thighs. What a sight to wake to. I admired it fo...
Further developments on the viral disease some are now calling the “Bimbo Virus” are now coming to light. Reports have come in from locations around the world including Sydney, New York City, London, Berlin, Florence, and dozens of other cities in Europe, the Americas, and Australia. Concerned parents may wish to send their young ones away as some of the det...
They say that romance has become a lost art, but art only becomes lost when it becomes artwork. Nowadays, machines do all the work, that makes men lazy. Could it be romance is dead because it's too much work not to be primitive? Too bad machines can't do the work of romance... *** The first thing Virus did when she got home was thump on the air condition...
This storyline is open for contributions by other authors - see the "missing chapters" chapter for more on this. All events and characters are fictional. Copyright 2007 by James Adling. All rights reserved. Note: This first chapter has no sex. Also note: This story is not for everybody. The sexual fantasy here is very specific, and I'm sure many will not...