Thank you all for the support, kind words and suggestions. The Olsen twins managed to win out but Beyonce and Hillary Duff are both close behind her. This story is a little more extreme than the others, partially cus I don't like the Olsens. At all. In addition to starlet suggestions I wouldn't mind knowing what kind of action you all would like to see. This...
Chapter 1 A red drop fell into the water. The deep plop sound echoed from the narrow ceramic tile wall. The red core sank into the clear white water. Fingers of red strings meandered out from the core. At first, they looked like the mane of a mare. Then, the twines of read got so twisted and discombobulated that an entire unicorn was visible expanding liqui...
Succubi and Incubi are Lilin, children of Lilith, who have been cursed since the beginning of man and cannot reproduce. Sara is a Succubus who wanders the night seeking the magic elixir that only human males can secrete, to give to the incubi to impregnate human females...the only way their kind can survive. Sara loved Manhattan. She lived in an apartment i...
The usual disclaimers apply. This is a work of fiction, characters are mainly a part of my overactive imagination, and any relation to people or places is purely coincidental. This story contains forced sex, violence, prostitution and heterosexual relations. If any of these are illegal in your place of residence then please do not read. Contains graphic mate...
"Ohhhh, momma!" Maggie stopped in the narrow hallway of the party house and snatched her friend's wrist. She waited for a moment, listening. A strand of brunette hair fell loose from her bun and dangled in front of her hazel eyes. She combed it behind her ear. "Tulip, did you hear that?" At Maggie's right stood a tan girl with a dark curly pixie hairstyle....
This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially. ***** Stallion at Stud Rain pelted my coat as I thunde...
{We have this Dog, I never bothered to mention him before because in all of the time we have had him, all he does is eat and sleep. We do let him out to take a dump, he actually does go out, and he is back in 3 minutes. That is it, that really is it. 14 years old, he is close to part of the carpet. But, as we found out, some folks think he can cause troubl...
"Do I look festive enough?" Martha asked, parading in front of her husband. Art examined her from head to toe. Her loose, embroidered smock with its reindeer and bells, as well as the red calf-length skirt with its white trimmings flared out as Martha, beating him to his inevitable request, gave him a twirl. He nodded in approval as the spin showed off Marth...
The door opens and, for the first time, you stand before me. We have communicated extensively via texts and emails — and a few calls. You blink nervously, uncertain whether I will approve of you in-person. "Hello Daddy." You smile. I notice your full lips painted dark violet. The color of your finger-nails matches your lips. Your eye-shadow is taupe. I imagi...
My name is Morgan Jones. I'm forty five years old, or at least I was, at the start of all this. Now, I'm not so sure anymore. I am not sure about a lot of things. Let's start from the beginning, if you please. I was born and raised in the City of Atlanta, Georgia. I lived there with my wife Jenny and our son Duane. At least, I did until the Nightmare began....