A short story I wrote a long time ago. I ran it through Gemini AI, fixed the spelling, grammar, flow and improved the writing. The idea and most of it is mine, I just used ai to make it sound better. James survived Order 66, barely, but got picked up by the Emperor. Now recovering, he must decide his fate.Jedi, Sith, or just a man with a lightsaber?
After my mom passed away, I had no choice but to move to Japan to live with my father's side of the family. I soon discovered that my new home was in a far remote village. The real shock came later, when I discovered the village's bizarre attitudes toward sex which like something ripped straight out of a kinky hentai. The one nice thing is that the girl next door is really pretty, however…
Jill, a voluptuous 34-year-old woman, walked with an enviable confidence that masked the fluttering nerves bubbling in her stomach. Though she put on a brave front, the anticipation of the day’s events gnawed at her, creating a whirlwind of emotions inside her. She often found herself wondering if the risks they were taking were worth it, if they were prepared for what lay ahead. Her mind raced as she replayed the motivations behind this unusual outing—an adventure that felt both exhilarating.
Elara meets him in secret, where the river sings and the old mill remembers. His mouth claims her thighs; her moans crack the silence. In a village ruled by obedience, their bodies become defiance—slick with sweat, pulsing with hunger, fearless in the dark. She won’t hide. Not her pleasure, not her power. When the torches come, she stands naked in the firelight, daring them to look. What began in lust will burn the old order down.
A Hazard Zones Story In a crowded buffet line, Mia isn’t just hungry for food—she craves sensation, risk, and the thrill of being truly seen. When a dark-eyed stranger turns up the heat between dessert trays and carving stations, their flirtation escalates into a reckless, sensual encounter hidden in plain sight. Amid clattering plates and chocolate fountains, Mia surrenders to indulgence—not just of the body, but of her deepest desires.
A Mel Story When Mel slides into a booth with two strangers and a wicked grin, she’s not just ordering a drink—she’s setting the night on fire. What starts with flirtation over bourbon ends in a tangle of limbs, tongues, and heat that won’t quit. No narration, no apologies—just three voices, one unforgettable night, and enough sin to make a preacher sweat. Trouble at Table 3 is filthy, fast, and hot.
Torn apart from her boyfriend due to fate, Claire attempts to rebuild her life, constantly pulled towards the bad influence lurking next door. This is a story of corruption, dark desires, and cuckolding.