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Tolkien Erotica

by Barahir on Nov 25, 2017
Reviews & Essays

Why would anyone want to write naughty stories about characters who were very seldom, if ever, naughty? The question answers itself, really. <<<<<<<>>>>>>> In choosing to write erotica set in J.R.R. Tolkien's universe, one is immediately confronted with the nearly sexless nature of that universe. There aren't all...

Who Wants to be a Shieldmaiden?

by Barahir on Nov 25, 2017
Reviews & Essays

This is the first story in what I hope will eventually be a larger collection. Or maybe it will be the only one, considering how long it took to complete. I have a bit of a hangup regarding posting a story that's not finished; far too many of my favorite serials have been abandoned and left as monuments to premature expostulation...and so if you're reading t...

Double Helix Ch. 01

by FelHarper on Sep 26, 2017
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

The car slid backwards and into a tight turn as soon as I was clear, reversed and headed down the street the way we had come. I watched it go with a heaviness in the pit of my stomach. I felt like I had forgotten something, and quickly realized it was because most of my pockets were empty. My phone and car keys had been confiscated and destroyed within minut...

Handjob Club's Daughter Pt. 03

by SlightlyRude on Dec 2, 2019
Toys & Masturbation

THE THIRD YEAR CHAPTER 13 I got through my exams, as did the others, and we went home for the holidays. I told Mum and Dad there was someone I was seeing and he was not one of "our people" which went down as badly as you might expect with Dad. Nevertheless, Mum worked on him and he agreed that Peter (whom he called "that person") should come to visit. On...

Dead Fish Swim with the Stream

by neonlyte on Sep 16, 2017
Reviews & Essays

ONLY THE DEAD FISH SWIMS WITH THE STREAM - HEROES AND VILLAINS - Wealth dies, kinsmen die, A man himself must likewise die; But one thing I know which never dies - The verdict on each man dead.                     Hávamál1 In history, and in story telling, Heroes and Villains, the one not so very different...

The Ugly Duckling - Epilogue

by PaulSandarac on Sep 26, 2017
Romance

[This particular story can be read as a stand-alone piece, but was written to respond to many, many requests for a further chapter to "The Ugly Duckling", which enjoyed so much positive feedback, (much to the astonishment of the author!). It is not composed for the Valentine's Day story contest, but it does use Valentine's as part of the setting - PS] [This...

Midnight Pool Party

by JonB1969 on Sep 18, 2017
Interracial Love

The last couple of days have been so hot that I haven't gotten any more work done. I've been at the house about ten days. And I'm not that anxious to leave, to be honest. The house is large, comfortable, and has central air conditioning, not to mention a large library with lots of comfortable furniture and lots of books, plus a mini movie theater with a sl...

Come Alive Ch. 03

by Adrian Leverkuhn on Oct 5, 2020
Romance

Sailing into Reine proved to be a turning point in Henry Taggart's life. He had, he thought later that evening, never seen anything like this place. Towering, diamond-shaped spires rising up from the sea, and an isolated, rockbound series of little harbors and anchorages, most with red and white fisherman's cottages perched on rock ledges jutting out over th...

Samira Abdellatif of Egypt

by Samuelx on Apr 10, 2018
Interracial Love

"Only a whore prefers Blacks, the good woman will welcome death rather than being touched by a Black man," that's part of the Arabic literature on racial relations between Africans and Arabs, and it stems from the earliest days of the supposedly egalitarian (racially speaking) Islamic faith. It explains why even though you will see lots of Arab men with Afri...

Teacher

by newjayne on Sep 14, 2017
Loving Wives

Sometimes, when I'm all alone in the privacy of my bedroom, I wonder if you still remember me. I was different then, of course. I was the temporary stand-in teacher at your school; the young one, not all that long out of training college, trying to interest a group of twenty or so young men in English Literature and doing my best to keep their minds off the...