Turntable Planar Stories

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The Warlock Pt. 10

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

When I started writing this, I had a vague idea of telling a short tale about a Warlock/Lawyer type. I only had the roughest idea of where to go with the story. As I get busy I can't write—but I can think, and now I have the full story plotted out. It is taking a bit longer than I thought. It should be wrapped by the end of summer, but I also thought that I...

After Bar 69

by Nudemodel on Sep 2, 2017
Interracial Love

"After Bar 69" is the second story in a series of four. It is drawn from experiences of a white American male nude art model, Tom, from Cleveland. He becomes a dirty naked sex-model publicly engaging in sex and rimming a naked black Jamaican female, Angela, in an open-to-the-public live-sex-peepshow on the Reeperbahn in Hamburg, Germany. Characters and place...

The Very Essence of Sex

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

Amara sighed disgustedly and slammed her book shut, frustrated that she was having difficulty with her 'Summoning 101' class. Her other courses came so easy! Yet every time she delved into her text on the lower planar creatures it all seemed like gibberish. Perhaps she needed to get her mind off her studies, she thought. Yes, a quick snack-break was definite...

Erica's Bukakke

by CheekyHousewife on Sep 13, 2017
Fetish

My name is Erica and my husband just asked if I would ever do a bukakke. In the fit of excitement, I spilled my coffee on my blouse. I turned to my husband and asked, "What brought this on?" I smiled and took off my shirt. I walked to the closet grabbed another shirt and went into the bathroom to clean up. Kevin followed me to the bathroom and smiled sly...

On-Camera After Bar 69

by Nudemodel on Sep 12, 2017
Interracial Love

"On-Camera After Bar 69" is the third story of four. It was drawn from experiences of an American white male nude art model named Tom from Cleveland. This filthy white male sex-pig gets a gig as a naked sex-model and publicly engages in sex and mutual rimming with a naked filthy Ukrainian female, Marina, on-camera in a porn studio in Nuremberg, Germany. Weal...

WeirdTrack: While He Slept Ch. 01

by UndeadPuppy on Apr 23, 2019
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

Author's note: All characters participating in or witnessing sexual encounters are 18 of age or older. ***** Begin::WeirdTrack: While He Slept Ch. 1 - BadDay; Start(WeirdTrack_BadDay(Intro)); There once was a girl and god loved her. Put like that it all seems so simple. Every life is so small and boring. No life is ever different. They think themselves u...

The Triskele Button Ch. 09

by Triskella on Jan 14, 2019
BDSM

"This is an almost unbelievable stroke of luck!" Gyn squealed. I was lying beneath her, my calves locked around hers, on the fur coverlet. Our fingers were interlinked, our lips tantalisingly close to each others. If only this was real, I sighed to myself, if only we were together right now, if only... "Hang on," I said "did you just say that this is a str...

The Escort Ch. 03

by Just Plain Bob on Sep 16, 2017
Loving Wives

I arrived at the convention center at one-thirty and told the security guard at the front door that I was there to see Don Harkness. He consulted a clipboard and then asked me what my name was and then he picked up a phone and made a call. "Mr. Harkness? There is a Shelly Dawson here to see you. Yes sir." He hung up and told me that Mr. Harkness would be r...

Scales like Stars Pt. 10

by DragonCobolt on Jul 4, 2018
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

Svenk Blackscale was not a heroic member of House Bryaugh's space force. That would have been a remarkable trick for a kobold – even one that had the one tenth dragon blood that was required by the stern admirals and generals that led House Bryaugh's military forces. But as Svenk wasn't even a willing member of the space force, heroism felt like it was askin...

The Room of Sexual Fantasies

by Thematterisclosed on Sep 13, 2017
Erotic Couplings

Teresa entered the library and sat down at the same desk as the earlier night. Today she wore a smart navy blue business suit and flat black shoes. Her long hair was sensibly pulled back in a ponytail. The reason for her plain dress was simple. Ever since the night before her mid-terms, when someone had given her a tongue-twisting, seat-breaking, toe-curling...