Most of the stories you find here, come from my own experiences. The stories may be embellished, as it appears that reality is not as exciting as fantasy.
The facts are that in our culture (USA), sex is not discussed as much as it should be. This causes people to be frightened by anything new and therefore, they are afraid of exploring what sex can be like. These stories were written in an effort to inform the readers that there is a lot more to a sex, other than intercourse.
Men, in particular, have very limited view of their capabilities. For instance, men can have multiple orgasms, once they have been educated on how. The problem is that few men invest the time or effort required to get this education.
Bob's bedroom is a 10x10 metal shed. The walls are insulated. It has a drop ceiling with insulation and acoustic tile. The door has a lock on it for privacy. One night, while sleeping, by random chance, there was a thunderstorm, and the shed was hit by lightning. Everything inside the building was unaffected, but Bob woke up with all the sexual knowledge of his future self some 50 years in the future. Using this knowledge, Bob changes the way he deals with women.
Nawana is a 30-year-old Creole seductress from New Orleans, eternally appearing 23, with smooth deep-bronze skin, full curves, heavy breasts, and a shaved, perpetually slick cunt. She wields absolute temporal dominion—pausing, rewinding, fast-forwarding time at will. Ruthlessly dominant, she turns lovers into frozen instruments of her pleasure, looping orgasms, healing marks only to inflict them again, squirting violently while they remain locked in ecstasy. Nomadic and insatiable, her hunger gr
A story in the Lesbian Romances Universe
In a dim record shop, a dropout clerk and a brilliant pre-med junior orbit each other through jazz and snow for one winter, trading mixtapes and almosts until her hand finally slides into his (cool at the tips, then burning). Their first kiss tastes like cherry balm and tomorrow. But tomorrow ends in May, when her dream pulls her to Baltimore and his stays behind with a pair of green gloves and a mixtape titled “Almost, but not quite.” A tender, aching love letter to the ones that almost were.
A story in the Fantasy Ravishment Universe
In 1897 Velmont, Seraphine, a painter, attends the Midnight Masque, meeting vampire Draven. His hypnotic gaze and teasing touch spark intense desire and vulnerability. Their encounters escalate, blending edging, biting, and emotional confessions. Seraphine’s art reflects her torment, but fearing enslavement, she flees. Draven pursues, offering vampirism in a ritual of blood and sex. Transformed, their bond deepens through hunts and passionate nights, yet her fear persists. A gothic tale of love
A story in the Lesbian Romances Universe
Aurora's rigid routine shatters in a rain-soaked encounter with Avery. One missed train leads to whiskey, whispered permission, and raw, trembling surrender against a loft wall. What begins as deviation becomes awakening—late, alive, irrevocably changed.
In 2153 on Mars, neurocyberneticist Dr. Elara Voss questions her own humanity while entangled in a passionate lesbian relationship with pilot Lena Solari and synthetic companion Mira. Amid New Elysium’s fluid norms of intimacy, synthetic rights, and collective survival, their low-gravity nights of raw desire and tender doubt blur the lines between flesh, code, and love. A sensual tale of connection in the red dust.
In the bruised-purple bedroom, Harold (72) and Elena (54) kneel, rope-burned and paddle-marked. Braids, collar, sippy cup, duck blanket, Goodnight Moon surround them. “I’m only lovable when little,” she sobs. “When Daddy,” he chokes. Pull-ups, journal confessions: I’ll die mid-story. They make love—tears, Daddy, Harold braided. Aftercare: salve, shared sips, blanket-cape. Miso purrs. Tomorrow: burnt toast, crayons, rituals. They stay—leaky, creaky, little, big—choosing each other daily.
Harold, 72, a widowed tech billionaire, watches his three Latina maids—fiery Maria (32), commanding Sofia (45), and graceful Isabella (58)—clean his silent Manor. Maria’s solo play ignites an orgy: oral chains, strap-on anal, scissoring, shower sex. The women dominate every act, yet cradle him in tender aftercare. Power flips; Harold surrenders to their control and love.
I am not good at writing but hang on; it is a wild ride—cue in Minnesota’s dreary, damp, and foggy day. The phone rings, the caller ID shows a local call. I pick it up.