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I get criticized a lot for writing about unrealistically huge penises, so here's a story about a guy with a small one - sorta. I'm average, since you were wondering - I just like writing about huge dicks, idk. I'm like that kid in Superbad who did the dick drawings. I have no artistic ability, so the written word is my outlet for it....

Chapter 9 - Lacy's Dungeon
The minutes ticked away slowly until the final bell sounded and released George and his Genie from its academic clutches. He stopped at his locker to drop off some books, and, as expected, there was a new yellow sticky note on his door that read, "Eww!" George had meant for this to be quick. However, he suddenly noticed how sloppy his only personal space in the entire school was. Some old, unwashed gym clothes sat in a heap at the bottom, on top of which was a broken binder wit...

Chapter 41: Goodbye, Sarah

"It was a bomb," said Sarah calmly. She pointed to the explosion on one of her holomonitors.
It was the year 2398, just over fifty years ago. By then all nations of the globe had joined the World Government, but the World Government had been negotiating a new treaty with member countries to give it expanded powers, to globally set wages for workers and production quotas for companies, as well as prices. The World Government felt that its global economy experts knew bette...

~~David~~
The demons collapsed on each other, and everything turned into a frenzy. Auras drowned the area, uncontrolled, unbridled, pure heat and rage and bloodlust that poured over the graveyard and its tombstones.
Laoko stayed with David, swords drawn, and she spun and cut down a vrat that jumped for her back. A tiger leapt around, bounced off tombstones, and threw her massive weight at the tetrad, but Laoko stabbed up with her bottom hands into the tiger's exposed belly sides, roared into her face,...

Tygan suddenly jerked up as she looked toward the south. "What is it? Are you feeling them coming this way?" Ella asked.
"Not sure they all passed us a short time ago. It feels as if one of them has broken off and headed this way," Tygan said.
"I think we should prepare for whoever this is," Tygan said as she turned toward me. "I know that you don't want to kill, though in this case you may have no choice."...

Futanari Freighter - Part 6

"All hands, prepare for FTL termination," Captain J'mai's voice echoed throughout the ship's PA system.
Carla gripped the handles in her cryopod hard, the knuckles turning white.
They were about to exit FTL, at the edge of the system Gonzales Station resided. Carla had never experienced an FTL termination before, but apparently it could be just as disorienting as engaging it....

Sherry Demonica Harding had no regrets, and she told Gray so before he left.
"I hope that's always the case," he said.
Sherry nodded. "It will be. It's weird, but I'm collared by a man who changes into a big red demon, and it turns me on. My life is weird, period. Have fun with my mom."
Gray visibly squirmed. He turned and walked to Model's car, which he was using for the day, and she watched him go. Out of respect for the sensibilities of the neighbors, she was wearing clothes, sort of. A bra and ...

Lotus was slammed against a wall, chains forcefully outstretching her arms and forcing her legs to take a V shape. She couldn't even try to free herself, the magic that hit her still locking her limbs in place. Even her head and eyes were locked in place, paralysed by the strike.
She could still see that she was in some stone cell, and even see who did this. She was standing right in front of her, after all. Justine....

Casey's eyes were on her tablet, but they weren't reading her script. They were fixed on the time. Ticking seconds, an inexorable march of numbers, taunted by the much faster staccato patter of her heart. Forty minutes past two on a Saturday. Twenty minutes 'til showtime. Twenty minutes until she got up on stage and tried to sell herself to the convention audience....

Fear was clawing at him, like a hungry wolf clawed at the door. Marinus Brutus was the first to admit he was no hero. He enlisted in the Steelhelms because it was a nice extra pay at the end of the month and an excuse to get out of a shift out of the mines. He never expected to see battle. And yet here he was, on the silver fields miles away from the safe city walls of Deatholme. He shivered as a cold wind ran through him like a dagger, he wore a leather cuirass beneath his silver breastplate and still it d...

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Thank you and I hope you enjoy the story.
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Azahar, the most sensual and beloved of performers in Lady Adelle's court, is requested by her patron to give a "very special service" to five handsome men that she wishes to reward, and the beautiful bunny dancer is more than happy to oblige....

Clause Fifteen
Ya know, this is one of the more unusual situations I've gotten myself into.
I'm in a stone cellar underground. I trail my hands over the thin cotton shift, surprised I'm not cold. I head to the sink, fill the cup with water and drink--again and again. Finally, the hangover lifts. Gotta love a young body. Nineteen years old and I bounce back like a mama!...

If Conall had any sense he wouldn't be refreshing his email inbox every half hour and counting the days since he'd last heard from Eon. If he had any sense, which he apparently didn't, based purely on how often his thoughts wandered in their direction.
Despite the bitter awareness that it made him a liability to everything Orpheus was working for, he still kept checking for Eon's next message. The irresponsible part of him, which kept bringing back up the fantasies created by his overcooked brain, was de...

Chapter 18 - The Monster Arrives, The Giant Comes
"How far?!" I burst out, running up to Maxwell, a fellow mage on my squad who was my direct superior. The archmages made a hierarchy based on seniority, as if that mattered.
"It's just a blip right now!" Max replied. "Oh fuck, it's happening. Might as well tell you, I'm fucking in love with you!"...

Staring at the mess Eon had left on the floor wasn't going to make it any cleaner. Conall unsteadily rose to his feet, biting his lip when he felt his hard-on rub against his underwear with every movement. He looked down. There was a wet spot on the front of his trousers. Just as well he hadn't stood up in front of Eon. He didn't know how he would have reacted if they'd looked at him and commented on it....

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The next day, we woke up feeling a bit lazy. It's something we couldn't afford as slaves. And something I won't be able to do again for a while. In fact, as slaves, we couldn't afford to have sex at night and in the morning. Too little time to force the container. So, we had to find another time in the afternoon....

Better Than Life
by Kris Cherita
The story so far: Dan, a writer, is plugged into an artificially intelligent virtual reality program. All characters are over 18. Comments welcome, as always.
Chapter 5: Come Together!
"Do you want to return to where you left the game, or do you want to skip ahead to the orgy?" the hostess asked....

Author's Notes:
For whatever reason, pretty much every part I write in this 1/2 a Sex Shop story/series ends up right around 8k words. Not sure why, but every time I get to the ending, I want I check and it's always around 8k. Oh well, just an interesting coincidence to me.
Also, apologies for any weird formatting. I changed word processors starting with this submission, and there is always the chance that something doesn't transfer over cleanly....

To my friend Juniper Mitford VI,
I hope this letter finds you in good tidings. Last we wrote, I believe you were expecting your fourth child and, if my calendar is correct, it would be about time to welcome them into the world. I truly have nothing but the best wishes for the health and wellness of both you and your newborn. My correspondence with your eldest has been most enjoyable and I hope that in the coming years I have a new set of letters to delight my writing table....

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Jacob knew he shouldn't be here.
Despite the Glow Charm of his sword casting a blue bubble of light around him, the dark was suffocating. He'd been in dark dungeons before, but none as abysmally dark as this.
This was blacker than black.
This was like anti-light.
Nevertheless, he pressed on, his mission compelling him to venture further into this subterranean maze....

Chapter Four: Trial Two -- The Temptation Gauntlet
The morning sun rose slow and seductive, casting golden beams over the black stone palace. The Trial of Foreplay was over, and though Kekoa failed to make the Queen climax, he left her craving. A rare feat.
But now came the second trial--the one that broke the majority of men....

Annie and the Sorceress
The low mound of earth wasn't a grave, Annie told herself. No matter what it looked like. She sat cross-legged on the leaf litter in amongst the trees, comfortable in her shapeless robe even with the autumn beginning to make its chill felt in the air. Annie busied her hands with pretty fallen leaves and tried not to sound sad....

She cleans up and throws on a pink sports bra and a one-size-too-big shirt that says, No eating goblins. She digs around for matching boy shorts and short gym shorts to show off her long legs. The sandals were a given; they are her favorite. She puts her hair up in a simple bun. She looks in the mirror. 'No need for makeup today; just getting food--so much food and ice cream--screw today.'...

Ashley opened his eyes to a familiar scene. Rushing waves, warm sand between his toes, the scent of salt spray, and cheap booze. The beach was his absolute favorite place in the world.
Too bad he had business to attend to, and anyway, he preferred real sun and surf. Not this simulation bull crap. He only helped Mark out initially because he was lonely in truth, and he needed a friend....

This is part of my "Obsidian's Hoard of Lovers" series, but the shorts are written in such a way that you should be able to enjoy them in any order.
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"You're being kinda weird, dude -- do you always just like, sit in silence for a few minutes after you finish eating lunch?"
The voice from behind me was so unexpected that I leapt to my feet and had my hands up before I realized what I was doing.
But it was just Samantha, still in sweats and a baggy t-shirt, looking a little bleary-eyed....

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Author's Note - This is a reupload of the first three chapters of this story that is (hopefully) less mangled than it was when I first submitted it. Thanks to everyone who pointed out the silly formatting mistakes I made. The content is completely unchanged, I just condensed the first three chapters down into one submission since the spicy stuff doesn't begin until chapter 4 and beyond. The rest of the chapters should flow as intended, and should be up very soon....

Cecil and the Tax Collectors
A few weeks after her start as wench of The Bull and Mare Inn, Cecil realized it would be quite some time before she saw payment beyond free food and room. She needed money to plan her revenge on the Witches of Clendol for casting her out, and yet her desire to do more than what was demanded of her at the inn was... nonexistent. And so she waited biding her time, knowing that with her skills, the inn would be bustling before long and her pockets would be stuffed with coins....

Conall suspended his viewing of the Epsilon-1 security footage immediately after he'd - after his - his lapse in behaviour. It was just inappropriate. Even if nobody knew except him, it was a matter of principle.
He had meant for that to be the end of it, after realising exactly how far in over his head he'd gotten, but... He worried at the thought of leaving things unfinished like it was a hangnail. He'd never discovered how the ventilation system was contaminated, nor had he found out what Eon had done...

It's the year 2098, Earth has successfully made contact with other planets, and civilization has progressed, with shared technology. Alas, in the long search and contact, not all were neutral or ally.
Some inner-city bar, late at night:
"Hey, hottie. Don't see women like you here, much."
A dark skinned woman, crimson hair in two large afro puffs leaned against the wall and waited for the bathroom. Busty, curvy, rather thick, yet strong. In gray knee length sneakers, loose fitting orange pedal pushe...