This is a work of fiction, all characters over 18, etc.
A Punishment Appointment
I got a text from Ms. Amanda on the tram heading into the Sortex Business Plaza (Area C). It was a picture of pink-on-pink Hello Kitty short-sleeve button down pajamas and two words: Dress Code. I rolled my eyes.
"Ugh!"...

On my eighteenth birthday, my parents delivered the news that I thought would ruin my life. When I arrived in the dining room, I was surprised to see we had company. I expected a small intimate dinner with my parents, my older brother, and his new wife to celebrate my coming of age. Instead, I was greeted by a man I loathed more than anything and his cold, stern parents. Completely caught off guard I stopped dead in my tracks, barely beyond the threshold of the room....

I sat at my desk, embraced by the comfort of my home and a throw blanket. As I perused the internet, an advertisement for tank tops popped up. The model who showcased the tanktop was a well-endowed woman. Her bosom attracted my eye like a fly to a lantern. She squeezed them together. I became thirsty all of a sudden. That's when water poured from offscreen and dampened the model's chest. The tanktop did little to hide her breasts. Her deep cleavage and puffy nipples could easily be seen....

He could not stand, or even crawl, but through sheer willpower John had dragged himself along the floor into the hallway. It had taken him ten full minutes to travel the short distance. He gasped for breath and lay on his side, his muscles aflame. Blisters covered his palms and knees, and he had to use his forearms and elbows to drag himself along the floor....

Slave of Akrona Part Five
by G. Lawrence
The Wolves make their move
This science fiction novel features romance but is light on erotic content. It's the story of a young soldier from Earth captured by an alien species and sent to the mines of Akrona to live among slaves. But this warrior from another world is no slave. The book is being presented in 9 parts....

Katie locked the library door. The last hour had crawled by, knowing Abbie was sitting waiting for her. She'd passed her briefly on her final rounds. The cheerleader had seemed engrossed in her work, but underneath the table her knees had been bouncing furiously. Behind the counter again, out of sight of the windows, she slipped her hand down the front of her skirt and into her stockings. Her panties were soaking wet, and she pulled the lacy lingerie aside, sliding one finger, then another, between her lips...

Hugo slumped in his office chair, panting, eyes half closed. The muscles in his groin twitched and quivered as the last few drops of cum dribbled from his cock. The cheesy scent of Gabriela's soles still lingered on his face.
Slowly, the haze of pleasure began to fade away, and the awful clarity of what had just happened set in. Shame pitted in his stomach as he looked down at his slacks to see a ridiculous wet patch, and the cold dampness of his boxers taunted him each time he felt them on his withering...

Disclaimer:
All characters depicted in this story are at least 18 years old and in their final year of high school. No underage individuals are involved in any part of this narrative. Thank you for your understanding, and now, enjoy the story.
Emily is the school's innocent sweetheart--until the cocky bad boy finds her secret fantasy diary. What starts as playful blackmail slowly turns into a wild, hilarious, and deeply sexy transformation neither of them saw coming....

I sat ashen faced wallowing in abject horror. I lost track of how many minutes or hours had passed since I digested Abigail's abhorrent last entry. A cocktail of emotions enveloped me- horror at what my beautiful baby girl had become, disgust at the nauseating and reprehensible actions she took to ingratiate herself to that ogre of a man, guilt at my not insignificant culpability in her corruption, and as much as I was loathe to admit it, a fiery lust at the thought of the complete degradation of her body a...

It seemed like I was going through a phase with cases where guys were up for life in prison. The charges ranged from racketeering, to first degree murder, with the majority of the cases stemming from drug related activity. After the sentencing of the fourth out of seven cases, I called Sandra that afternoon to meet for coffee, and she mentioned how in all our years of knowing each other I never looked so stressed....

It was my fourth day in the Yukon, actually the start of my fourth day, and my alarm was blaring.
"Fuck."
Tired, sore, and a little dazed, I almost fell out of bed into the coldness of the dark room.
My phone was across the room, so I couldn't just hit the snooze.   It was a good thing because otherwise I would not have gotten out of bed this day or any other day.   The lodge was far enough north that we really didn't have complete darkness, but it was still 5 fucking o'clock....

Funny how things repeat. Remember Mitchell told me about his visit to the country house where his father and younger brother and stepmother lived and the trouble he had one day with the bathroom door lock. I wrote you about that, and something that happened to me yesterday brought it back to mind!
I was at the college and two guys were following me and to get away I led them into a classroom and escaped through a different door before they came in behind me. They realized the trick I'd played and followe...

Author's note:
If you're still with me and this story, I thank you from the bottom of my heart.
Note for the next couple of chapters for those that don't know anything about the Dragon Age game Origins and DA2: I will be putting in descriptions of the subjects that Hawke and Elayne will be learning. I don't want to overload the readers, so the descriptions will be brief....

Zoe was the kind of woman my mother warned me about.
She was the wrong person at the wrong time, but, goddamn was she wild.
Zoe ghosted me after our first date, but I had often thought back on it. Never once did I expect her to resurface in my life, especially because so many things about our first date were odd....

So, I'm sitting in a hotel room, watching my wife Jesse of 25 years with her black lover. I swear she's wearing that same piece of white lingerie she wore on our wedding night. Maybe not the exact same one, but the one she wore on our wedding night was held closed with a dozen little bows which her lover was now untying. You might think I'm a cuckold, my wife and her lover thought I might like it. I did not think so, but who listens to me....

"Don't forget I have my zoom meeting tonight so you're in charge of dinner! <3" Alex smiled as he read the sticky note that was stuck on the fridge by his wife Casey. A coworker had invited her to these virtual meditation classes a few weeks ago and she had attended every week since then.
Glancing at the clock, Alex realized he'd better get started on dinner if they wanted to eat at a reasonable hour. He pulled out the ingredients, prepared them quickly, layered everything into the dish, and topped it wi...

This is the first chapter of the second novella in a trilogy. Check out Mel's perspective on my page!
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Lying on his back in the empty bed, staring up at the ceiling, Michael couldn't seem to  bring himself to start his day. The stagnant, heavy air of Asuka's windowless room made him feel lazy. Silver beads of sweat collected at his brow, wiped away with the back of a hand. Sure, he could turn on the A. C. unit in the living room and leave the door cracked, but he was only in his boxers, and his dic...

The door groaned open.
The room beyond was... still.
The air changed as I stepped over the threshold -- thicker, quieter. The temperature dropped several degrees, but it wasn't cold like stone.
It was cold like presence.
Like something had just breathed out.
Except nothing was breathing....

Ai, Aibot Ch. 3
Author's Note: The premise of this series (a beautiful robot woman whose mission is to keep house for her man and fuck him whenever he wants) is a stereotypical, and not particularly original, male wet dream, but I'm having fun trying to make it feel as real as possible.
By the way, if any readers thought the brief discussion of Beth and Michael in Ch. 2 was a setup, nothing could be closer to the truth....

A witch's tale. Part 04
A 'gender' change for the better?
Thank you for taking time to read this story. As always, I welcome your comments; let me know your thoughts regarding the story. I hope you enjoy it.
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After Ali faded from sight and went back to wherever she goes, I spent a few minutes pondering on what she told me about her life and her death, before going to bed....

Author's Note: Based on a suggestion by IronSulfide2024, although I've taken it in an unexpected direction.
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The atmosphere in the school bus heading north on Highway 71 was subdued. The last game of the season had not gone well, though Randy had given it everything he could. The rain hadn't helped, muting the efforts of the cheerleaders, and even the sight of Kayla's enthusiastic pink-and-white pompoms had failed to lift his spirits towards the end....

This is another story from my other account.
Ok, I've only done this once, I think, but this story is written from the other side. I've always been the submissive, but this story has been in my head a while. All characters are over 18. Comments, good or bad, are welcomed.
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Becoming Eva - Part 1
Prologue: The Doorway
The chapel was hushed. A perfect stillness, like the world itself was holding its breath.
I stood just behind the heavy wooden doors, fingers curled around my bouquet, heart a slow, soaring drumbeat in my chest. Rose petals were scattered down the aisle like tiny promises. A quartet played softly from the corner, something classical and aching and slow....

This story is a pseudo sequel to my previous stories "Mommy's Morning Milking", "Mommy's Little Cum Slut", and "Mommy's Naughty Little Sissy Maid", although you don't need to read those to follow this one. They just focus on the same people.
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"Over my lap. Now!"
A shiver runs down your spine as her command echoes out in your ears....

She gingerly reached out, and touched his rock hard member. "My hand doesn't even fit around it, how is that meant to go in me?!" He laughed,
"it's easier than you'd think, believe me," but she had already stopped listening to him. Mesmerised as she stroked her hand up and down, she watched herself disembodied as her mouth approached the tip of his cock. She took it into her mouth, stretching her lips around it....

"Good girl. Lick Mommy clean. Mm........ Mm........ Oh!. Mmmm.
Daddy is away on business, so I've been sleeping with Mommy all week. I'm wearing my frilly pink soft chiffon baby doll nightie. Mommy is magnificently naked.
She stroked me until I was nice and hard, then we fucked doggy style. Now I'm between her long legs, licking my cum out of her bikini trimmed blond slit....

To follow up, after I had sucked Bernie's cock, he's my best friend, he asked me if I'd do it again. With little hesitation, I slid off the couch, knelt in front if him, pushed his thighs apart, leaned forward and sucked the head of his now limp cock back into my mouth. I reached down, unbuckled and unzipped my pants and pulled them and my tightie-whities down. My barely four inch cock was stiff as steel as I wrapped my fingers around it stroking it. My other hand reached up gripped Bernie's quickly growing...

It was just supposed to be a fun night on the town. A final all-out party in memory of our college hero Joshua. He wasn't dying or moving away or anything like that: he was just getting married. But it still felt like this would be our last chance to go wild the way we used to back at the Delta Omega Gamma house....

"Can I help you, Miss?"
"It's mister, Mister!" Some detective! "I'm here to talk to Lt. Johnson. I just graduated from my High School Police Auxiliary and I want to work undercover--to clean up our streets."
"Oh, you do, do you? What's your name--uh, Mister?"
"Babicock. Bunni Babicock."
"Oh. OH! Oh, yeah. Lt. Johnson said to put you right to work. Undercover, in vice. On Martin Luther King, Jr. Street & Grand Boulevard. That's a real hot-spot. Maybe you can take down Jerome Slick or "Big J" Jama...

You’ve always known it was me.
Every time your voice caught. Every time your thighs pressed tight.
You tried to hide it — but baby… I’ve seen everything.
You were always mine.
And now? You don’t get to pretend anymore.
Folie is not for the mirror. Not for approval. This is for the girl who can’t stop thinking about the one who always knew....