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Part 2
"Lord Ryley, you've made it much further than your fellow countrymen ever have," King Orton informs me. He's led me down the quiet corridor behind the ornate door he entered from earlier. The paintings and décor are a blur, my focus only on the king.
My mind is in a daze. It takes an exorbitant amount of effort to walk, listen, and talk all while trying to ignore the unsatisfied erection between my legs. Somehow, I respond, "Did they pleasure themselves sooner? I wasn't sure if it was proper......

(Note: This is a long, ongoing story. It is a story with sex. It's a sexy story. It is in many ways a story about sex. But, it is not strictly a sex story. Many chapters may even be SFW.
This chapter is, despite the name, mostly SFW!)
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~~Day 70~~
~~David~~
Everyone and everything was trying to kill him, and here he was, resting on Dao's tits and imagining all the things he wanted to do to said tits.
Jes was back, and she, the Las, and Acelina all slept in the mausoleum basement. Caera had left and come back already, and lay next to David; Dao had gone with her for her first shift. Now, Laoko and Moriah were the ones missing....

The smell of dad's cooking always wakes me up in the morning. Not because it's very good or I like it, but because it means I'm probably late to start my walk to campus. The barracks on campus are always loud in the morning, my sisters can't be loud enough to wake me up anymore. My bunkmate always wakes me up by shoving me out of my bunk, but she's not here for my weekly home visit....

I got fucked by a ghost 7.
Weeks had passed since my visit from John when he fucked me in the shower. I began to wonder if he was there to reconnect, get himself off, or open my eyes to things I had known, just never faced. On countless nights, I'd find myself masturbating like a young man in my bed, on the couch, in my home office, or my car. Almost anytime I got hard, my hand was wrapped around my dick....

[This is not a "sex story". It is a story about a society whose people have superfast reflexes... and guns.]


Forward: Who are the Graftonites?

They were the most fearsome gunmen in the galaxy. Everyone knew what they were capable of. People trembled in their presence. All it took was the mere mention of their name....

Disclaimer: This chapter explores domination and submission, drug/alcohol use, and consensual rape roleplay.
The Edge of Power
Not three sex events later, I wake to a soft caress on my wing.
Nah. Not happening.
I roll over and groan, full of self-pity. It's Ruun again.
I reek. I smell, and I'm horribly hungover....

[Note: This is not a "sexy story". It is a mix of WW II "The Great Escape" and Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn's "The Gulag Achipelago"... set in outer space)


Chapter 18: Getting Justice on August

Took:
After three, grueling years as a prisoner, It took me several weeks to get readjusted to the life of a free man. Physically, I was suffering from borderline starvation and exhaustion.. But psychologically, the adjustment was much greater. When you lock up a man for years and suddenly make him fre...

Part 1
As the newest member of the Thlussian Grand Council, the Republic's governing body, I often get the jobs no one else wants. I manage public hearings where the citizens complain and point out every little thing we're doing wrong, I entertain the most long-winded and needy visitors from neighboring countries, I even end up doing paperwork for other council members. My official title is Lord of Domestic Relations, but it should be Lord of Doing Everyone's Errands....

Chapter Four
"Crystal, I need my big sis to appear," whispered through Crystal's mind.
The ice sprite woke from her dream as the night swirled around her. She stood in the Vault. Baaghi was kneeling by her little brother. He had his hand between Baaghi's triangular ears, scratching at her orange fur. She had whiskers on her cheeks and a striped tail swished behind her. Her pale body was covered in more of the tiger-like black stripes. A rakshasa....

Draft.
I may as well address the elephant in the room, I know I'm a large Anthropomorphic mare. I blame my draft DNA, but I am supple with it. Yes, this hoofer can kick with the best of them, but it was not always the case.
Humans may have created us, gave our species a start. Yet our early years were like that of human females, the taunts, the sly remarks being as hurtful....

******* Last days of freedom *******
While I'm fucking Suntan, Rui sees a group walk past the caves. I would've gone to see, but I was busy. Standing. Fucking her from behind. Her knees slightly bent. Her body leaning down. Her arms behind her. I'm grabbing her wrists. Penetrating her. Dominating her. Every time I thrust, I pull on her wrists. Her firm buttocks vibrate with the impact. Her legs tremble. I don't know if they can hold her for long....

"Please make sure each of your girls has everything they need." Jane instructs Lucia, Alexia, and Amber. "I want each of you to check their bags, to make sure they are bringing what they need, and aren't sneaking anything along that should stay put. We only have so much space in the van."
"Yes, Mistress." They all murmur....

Chapter 1: The First Wish.
Caleb loved fucking his wife.
Sunday nights were their ritual. No matter how long, how stressful the week was, Caleb always came home starving for her. And Emma -- sweet, shy Emma -- was always ready.
She was the perfect contradiction: a gorgeous, bookish good girl on the outside, but underneath, she was his filthy, aching little fuckdoll. She wore tight pencil skirts, silky blouses that hinted at the curves she hid all day, and by night, she stripped down to sheer linger...

Author's note: this is the finale to a trilogy of short stories, following from 'The Elusive Ingredient' and 'The Next Ingredient'. While I do not believe it is necessary to read the previous two parts to enjoy this installment, it is recommended for those looking for fuller context for these characters and setting....

My island in the sun Ch 06
A man finds his Greek roots and his dream island
This is part of a series. If you haven't already done so, I would suggest reading the previous chapters, so this one will make sense. Take it as read that Greek is being spoken throughout this chapter. Any characters engaged in sexual acts of any description are at least 18 years of age or older....

Life after Death in a New World PT5
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It was still early when I was woken up by the feeling of something landing on top of me. My only thought was, with my eyes still closed, what or whoever was on top of me was warm and smelled nice. Something in me questioned if it was a good idea even to open my eyes. What if it was someone here to attack me? After the old dwarf's death last night, I was not sure if I was even safe, even if I did have Astra and her sisters here with me. Just th...

Chapter Three
"Terra, you're needed," Lord Leo whispered through her dreams. "Wake up."
She shuddered as she felt the darkness fading. It whirled around her then she stood in the vault. The golem stretched her back, her body made of gray clay. She had brass wires for hairs and Leo's name written on her brow. She could mold her body, but she kept it looking like her busty self back when she was a barista....

He could swear that Hajib was foaming at the mouth. He then turned toward the undead leader. "I need all of your dead to search through time and find this woman. Return her to me, she is somehow important to the male master."
"We will do all we can. Though they will need you to bring her here, they cannot transport the living," the leader said....

Have you ever wondered what a night in Antarctica would feel like? Throw any of that away and instead imagine a...
Night on Europa
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The Thunderbird parked itself on a moon of Jupiter. The Professor checked the monitor for a few seconds to make sure she didn't accidentally park under the sea. A slight chuckle escaped her lips at a distant memory--they weren't under the sea. She looked at the surface through the monitor, extremely proud of herself....

"Tatiana, you are our only agent with the proper skill set to pull this off. There is nobody else, and I mean NOBODY." My boss dropped the bomb on me. "We think with the combination of technology and your talent, you can do this."
"Cyka Blyat!" I uttered a profanity in Russian because it is more widely known and Russian is less elegant than my native Ukrainian, so better for saying these type of things. "There is no way this will work. It's a suicide mission."...

Making Waves
I hope down the stairs feeling an unusual excitement bubble up inside me. The strapless bikini top stays up as I bounce, a short joyful tune jingling from the steps as I dance down.
At the bottom, Rat stands outside his office. A smirk curls the corner of his mouth. 'Having fun?' he drawls....

[Note: This is not a "sexy story". It is a mix of WW II "The Great Escape" and Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn's "The Gulag Achipelago"... set in outer space)


Chapter 16: The Last Stand

One week later.
Took:
The War Captain, the Whisperer and I had managed to evade detection for several days after our botched attempt to enter the spaceport. The War Captain decided it would be too dangerous for us to make another attempt, and we relied on his assessment....

Well, Gentle Reader, here is a story with an interesting genesis. My short story, Beginning to End, will be published in an anthology of science fiction/fantasy short stories. One of the characters in it was the island princess I'a wikiwiki. She was a minor but very important character in the story, worthy of only a couple of paragraphs. But I liked her very much and decided to explore her life in detail. So let us see, shall we, how her life became so important to the history of the universe....

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All Characters in sexual situations are 18 years or older.
This story is a continuation of the Font of Fertility series. I suggest starting with Chapter 1 if you have not already. This chapter includes explosions, car chases, vigorous and fast MF, and sarcastic remarks....

Pager Update : George has started his treatments. And his daughter Chrissy has been giving a blowjob to the College Dean. Debs is looking forward to the return of Anton, she is excited by the sex he offers. : Update Ends
After Chrissy had gone George pottered around for a bit and then left the house for his appointment. It was a location he'd never been to before. Buying the sort of sex toys and lingerie that a place of that type sold had never been on his radar....

[Note: This is not a "sexy story". It is a mix of WW II "The Great Escape" and Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn's "The Gulag Achipelago"... set in outer space)


Chapter 15 Escape from Altera, for the last time

We held a conference in Colonel Crawford's barracks that evening. Could we escape without Croft? Our chances were slim....

REINA THE WARLOCK - PART 8: HONORED GUEST OF THE HOUSE OF FLESH
Fierce winds were howling through the streets, ripping and tearing at the scattered remains of what had been a bustling market only a few hours ago. Only the most durable or worthless things remained outside, slowly being buried under cascades of blazing hot sand. The city was so thick with sand that you couldn't even make out the grim eye in the sky above. There was nothing but a dry, hellish mist. A few poor souls still stalked the streets...

John woke with a start, his covers kicked down around his knees and his pyjama shorts stuck to his thighs a puddle of semi dried cum the likes of which he'd never experienced before. His mind was swirling with dreams or memories so vivid he felt confused. Looking around the room he realised he'd experienced a dream, a wonderful dream, of meteoric pornographic proportions....

Thornton wiped the sweat off his brow and stepped out of the sun into the shade of a tall pine. He patted the bark of its thick trunk and made a mental note to fell this one tomorrow. Having just chopped down two huge wagons-full of trees from the forest today, which also required each tree being hewn into thirds or fourths just to fit, he thought it was a good time to call it a day. Besides, the sun was now angled directly into his eyes, which meant only about an hour of decent sunlight left to get home by...