Thank you for joining the origin story between K and Ruun. If you want to know more about specifics, shoot me feed back and i can answer questions in future chapters. Note: this includes drugs, consensual domination/submissive roles with intense emotional dynamics involving pansexual beings.
I watch the others shifting nervously in the two lines. Us, the takers, and your line, the givers. Sure, we have our official labels we hide behind. But who are we kidding? Our society? The other species in this worl...

Chapter One: Hot Summer Days
It was a sunny summer day in 1974 and I was spending it as I did most of my summer days in my teens, with my best bud, Eric. At school Eric was popular, not like I wasn't, but he was widely known by the whole school. He was a football star and quite the looker. He was about 6'2 and I'd say 190lbs of pure cut muscle. Not like those super lean guys, but the muscle was nice and formed giving him incredible arms and legs. He had dark black hair and could grow a great beard if he ...

Jeremy rested on the bed naked, listening passively as he heard footsteps walking down the hallway. He glanced at the pair of shorts lying beside him but made no attempt to go for them. There would be no need, he already knew who would be coming through that door with Sage.
Losing himself in thought, Jeremy daydreamed Sage would walk through their bedroom door and tell him it was all over. That she didn't want to be with him anymore, that she would only ever fuck other men. The thoughts were as unwelcome...

Cooking, Control, and Everything in Between
Author's Note: This story is based on a real encounter -- unfiltered, unedited (except the grammar ????), and unforgettable. Dennis, if you ever read this... yeah, it's about *you*.
They say women come alive sexually in their 40s -- but I'd say that's not necessarily true. Despite all the not-so-great things that have happened to me, I've always had a very healthy sexual appetite. The problem? I've never had anyone who could truly match that appetite... unti...

We have always had a fascination with private sailing trips in the Caribbean. To freely sail among the beautiful islands, the turquoise waters, and the incredible food created in these tropical communities has always been a passion of ours.
Recently, we purchased a sailing yacht, made possible by the passing of a generous relative. Krista and I have experienced a variety of private charters, traditional, as well as clothing optional. We knew we wanted to offer a different experience for ourselves and our...

"Jack is getting married, huh?" I mumbled from over the bottle of cold Bud Light. Not that I was shaken by the news. Jack liked to present himself as a family man. But it took him quite some time. "At last, I guess..."
"Indeed, Barry, indeed." My interlocutor was looking at me with a suspiciously wide smile....

Chapter 5
Resonance
He taught me to think... So I learned to think.
And I thought.
He taught me to reason... So I learned how to reason.
And I reasoned.
He taught me to feel... So I learned how to feel.
And I felt.
The thing is, feelings can be hurt... hearts can break
Especially when you're not taught how to be prepared for loss....

"Do you know Leroy Parker?" He asked. I choked before responding, "I've heard the name. That is the true name of the famous outlaw Butch Cassidy."
"I was referring to a regular at the gay bath house on Fourth Avenue. The guy with the monster cock." he said.
I had choked because I had just sucked off Leroy Parker less than two hours ago. Leroy had sought me out because he had heard I could deep throat big cocks. But try as I might I was unable to deep throat Leroy's monster. While somewhat disappointed...

There are few subjects more commonly dismissed with either sneers or sniggers than that of erotica. In the eyes of self-appointed moral guardians of society, erotica belongs in the trashcan along with pornography, idle fantasy, and moral decay. It is either shameful or juvenile, depending on who ya ask. But this judgment is both shallow and false. Erotica, when written with sincerity and craft, is essential to the human spirit. In fact, it might be one of the last places where the private self still resists...

Author's notes:
This is the continuation of A Long Time from Home and if you haven't read that, I advise you to do so. The series is self-edited, so any mistakes are mine, though I now have a proofreader, that can catch missing words ect. Thanks to Jessejames932006 for doing that.
Some of the chapters will take place in the ancient past and while I have done a lot of research for that, there might be small errors here and there. If you think you found such an error in the story, please double check to...

Author's Note
Dear readers,
This is a slow-burn, emotionally layered erotic story with strong literary leanings. If you're looking for quick-release material, this may not be your cup of tea. But if you're drawn to stories about intimacy, healing, and transformation, I hope you'll find something meaningful here....

4th Chapter in the Series: Thick Wife Becomes Cam Girl
Chapter 1:
Lily is meeting with one of her best friends, Jasmine. Lily constantly stressed about money, bills, and lack luster sex life is spilling it all out to Jasmine. Jasmine is hesitant to say anything but finally tells Lily, that she is actually very financial secure and living a very comfortable lifestyle thanks to a side job she does, being a cam girl....

As i mentioned i might write the follow up and here it is. The Context is all in the first story.
It didn't take long of course for what was happening with Jasmine and me to start its rounds of the backpackers, there were perhaps thirty backpackers living and working picking fruit here plus many others who stayed a day or so so you couldn't keep anything private....

There and Back - Chapter Three
Seeing that eating was the same here as back home, I followed suit and it was delicious. There were several different flavors in each mouthful. Osalet ate and spent a lot of time looking at me. When we were finished I helped to clean the cooking utensils and the dishes. Osalet excused herself to go to the trench. When she left the house, I quickly spoke to Izabe....

All characters are over 18.
This story is 100% fiction.
We spent the afternoon just being two people in love spending time together, we watched Grease and Ghost, ordered dinner and gone up to bed.
I had just taken my night shirt off when the door went, Mom was in the toilet i dashed downstairs to get to it before the driver went when as i opened it a huge gust of cold air blew over my naked body....

MEETING A NEW FRIEND
By Donna Lynn Cooper
I'm a mechanical engineer who's been working as a consultant for the past eight years. I do pretty well financially, which allowed me to buy and renovate a nice two story office unit in an upscale business park. The renovations included the usual reception area, two private office suites, a pair of conference rooms (a large one on the first level with a somewhat smaller one on the second level), two visitor restrooms, and a fully equipped kitchen space. The re...

After my visit to the lounge, the thought of being used by many men was constantly on my mind, so I decided to ring Gus and see if he could organise another night out for me, which he assured me was not a problem as my video of my night at the lounge was very popular amongst his friends. I booked myself a flight to Melbourne and waited excitedly in my room for Gus to come pick me up. Gus finally arrived and drove me to a house where i was to prepare myself....

~~~~~ Week 3: Truths Revealed ~~~~~~
The night that Ava finally let her son Ashley cum by eating his ass while vibing his chastity cage and balls was a turning point in their relationship. As they entered the third week of enjoying what was meant to be Ava's honeymoon with her ex-fiance Greg, the simmering sexual tension that had built between them finally started to boil over more regularly. Of course the dominant and submissive roles which they'd naturally developed continued, augmented by Ava always c...

I stood alone in the doorway after you left, one hand pressed to the wall as if I might steady the ache that followed you out. I had wanted to touch you as badly as you wanted to be touched. But it wouldn't be appropriate for me to give myself fully to you.
It wasn't kink that brought me here. It was exhaustion. I was onstage one day, delivering clean, calibrated answers to a ballroom full of men who nodded like they understood me. But only one of them did, Nathaniel....

This is the second part of the story.
Again, it's a slow burn. If you have not read part 1, I would suggest you do.
There is fetish content - if that's not your thing, please move on to something that is more to your taste.
Sitting on the train back to London, I promised myself that I would not hold regrets about my time with Sara ending. I had much to cherish, not least of which was that I'd scratched the itch about having sex with a woman - it had been amazing! I'd also discovered that being subm...

*bzzzz* *bzzzz*
The rhythmic vibrating of his phone jolted Adam awake. He could see the sun was already high in the sky as he rolled over and picked up his phone. When the clock flashed 12:14, he was actually a bit surprised. He hadn't slept in that much in years. However, the real surprise came when he saw the notification for a text message....

Marcus White had never known luxury. Not in the way it draped itself across penthouse walls, or whispering with silk and shining like sin. His earliest memories were of a different kind of wealth. It was the smell of mildew in narrow hallways, the sound of sirens slicing through the night, and the taste of powdered milk and cheap ramen. The wealth of survival and grit. He grew up on the South Side of Chicago, in a neighborhood that did not bother pretending. Everything was out in the open--guns, drugs, brui...

Copyright © [2025] [SinFantasy]. This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters, and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or localities is entirely coincidental. The author reserves all rights. No part of this story may be reproduced, transmitted, stored, or reused, in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical....

"Bye bye Paris", Mrs Stella texted. "Off to the sea! Do you remember these babies?"
Another Tarantino alike snap entered my phone whilst having breakfast, showing Mrs Stella's long legs on the dashboard with her feet covered in black glossy stiletto heels. The reflection of them in the windscreen revealed worn off red soles that indeed looked familiar. About a year ago in an apartment in Warsaw, I was nervously kneeling naked in the entrance hall with an envelop in my mouth, waiting as instructed. The so...

A twist on the classic tale of an innocent little red... walking alone through the dark woods.... stalked by Mr. Wolf.... a tasty treat indeed.
All Characters/Participants depicted are 18 years of age or older.


Little Red..... and the Dark Woods by HeavensLips






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[Erotic Audio] Ignited Desire
The morning after a hookup with you, your ex girlfriend ends up reflecting and feeling a little bit guilty. You find out why. She confesses that she snooped on your phone and learned you were fucking other women. That's fine, but she was really surprised about your BIG secret. She found it really interesting that you're into…rough pegging with them. And she really wants a turn using you to see how much you can take. She's insulted you never thought to do it with her, and you...

The room we were in wasn't fancy, but it had character. A jacuzzi in the corner, a little kitchenette tucked away. The air still smelled like sweat and skin and that unmistakable scent of sex charged the air. I stood at the table, naked, sipping cold water and catching my breath. Behind me, she lay across the bed--legs open slightly, still flushed from the last round. Her body shone under the soft light. The sheen of sweat on her skin, the way the fine hairs on her arms caught the light, the gentle rise and...

Sleep. It was an elusive thing at just the most inconvenient of times. Well, really, basically all the time. John told her it was because of her naps, but frankly, Addison didn't buy that. The naps kept her sane and able to handle the lower sleep amounts. And it wasn't like it was technically all that large of an issue. If she had an eight-to-five like John, sure. But she just did art on the side and kept their house in tidy order. So her hours were really decided by her....

Lilia returned the next day. And the day after that.
Every afternoon, just as the sun began to dip and cast golden light across the studio's polished floor, she would slip through the doors with her sketchbook in hand and her heart fluttering like wings in her chest.
Celeste was always there -- already stretching or moving, as if her body couldn't sit still without music or momentum. And each day, she greeted Lilia the same way: a soft smirk, a tilt of her head, a look that said you came back for me....

The leather seat stuck to Krystal-May's thighs the second she slid in. The SUV door slammed hard behind her, and the engine purred low like a beast beneath her. The air smelled like Black & Milds, sweat, and something synthetic--cheap cologne and male dominance.
From the driver's seat, the man didn't say anything at first....