Trample Stories, Mouse Pad Stories

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A Whore at Dread Harbor Ch. 08

by HookedonPhoenix on Mar 2, 2020
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

Previous Choice: Draw his gun. Words wouldn't work with men like these. Promises made by blackmailers were as empty as a Troll's morals. Deckard had a rule, one he had kept to throughout his time as a lone operator out on the frontier. It was a simple rule, but it had saved his life more than once as a Sheriff on Tasitov: He never drew his gun withou...

Getting Off On Mel

by 12xalt on Sep 13, 2017
Toys & Masturbation

I’m wired and I can’t sleep. Typically an hour of wonderful sex will knock me out, but instead I’m lying here awake. I poke my friend in the side and tell him to wake up. He stirs from his slumber and asks me why. “Go turn on your computer for me, I can’t sleep, I’ll just play online for awhile until I’m tired” I tell him. He reluctantly crawls out of bed...

Stories of Horizon

by Jizzrar on Oct 26, 2016
Science Fiction

Hello! I decided to give my friend and DM a helping hand with this erotic sci-fi tabletop he is making! He pretty much made the game himself based on most sci-fi mediums (Star Wars, Mass Effect, Warhammer 40k, Star Craft, etc.) and made it on the d20 system. He's taking a bit of a break and been somewhat discouraged by lack of people participating in his amb...

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Writer's Block

by BuckyDuckman on Sep 1, 2017
First Time

The white page of a new Word document stared back at Karen in defiance, daring her to write something, anything. Glancing away from her laptop, she stared at the candle burning to its right, just above her mousepad. Karen hated using touchpads. She was a mouse and mousepad kind of girl. Even if she was setting up her laptop in a Starbucks, she need space for...

An Interview with a Trample Lover

by TeroWright on Jan 21, 2020
Letters & Transcripts

Author's Note: This story correlates with Christie's trampling adventures commonly found under the 'Fetish' category. It has been converted from a fictional transcript, and is therefore mostly TELL and very little show. The interview is done in real-time and is a tad over an hour long. ----------------------- Not being one to shy away from something differ...

You've Been Trolled!

by SikFuk on Sep 14, 2017
Humor & Satire

(Not a stroke story - unless your mom's reading it to you.) Troy didn't look like a troll in the traditional sense of the word, but he didn't look like an ordinary nineteen year-old either. His rounded shoulders, girlie thighs, and pot belly belied a physique born not from living under a bridge, but from surfing the internet every waking minute of the day....

Blood of the Clans Ch. 49

by RoyceConnors on Sep 18, 2017
Novels and Novellas

Grayson's eyes were locked onto Blair, never taking them off of him. The bow cast the spray into his face, his red hair becoming drenched, as the birlinn skimmed the surface of the dark water. Blair and his men could see them coming and rowed as fast as they could, the inability to steer making it more difficult. Blair could see his father and yelled out to...

By the Beach

by RjThoughts on Sep 13, 2017
Erotic Couplings

Prologue I needed to get away, needed a change of scenery. Though it's small, Beverwyck still had its distractions and annoying noises. Moreover, it was too close to the malls and cafes that would take my precious time away from finishing my latest novel, an action/adventure tale starring my most favorite character, Thierry Prud'homme IV. I called an aunt...

A Trample Party Pt. 01

by TeroWright on Nov 18, 2019
Fetish

Trust, it's one thing that can make or break a friendship. It's something that can take a lifetime to gain, and be gone in a second. It's also one feeling that doesn't require words to describe; enough can be said with body language alone. Rare is it to find friends you instantly feel you can trust within a day or two of meeting based on instinct alone, but...

Reflections of a Love Slave Ch. 04

by simply_cyn on Sep 16, 2017
Reviews & Essays

It's funny how life moves on when for so long it has seemed to be on hold. But as I look up from this secluded safe place in which I have holed myself up, I see clearly that it has. Those that I once thought I could not live without have moved on as if I was just a mere cloud that had taken on an interesting shape in their lives ... a mere mirage of what the...