Consensual Sex Stories

A Story in the The Ministry of Sexual Gratification Universe
Mr. Cooper is a masseur for a girl's prep school. His job: to give the naked girls regular massages after their PE class, and erotic massages as well in the evenings. After they lose their virginity, they're finally allowed to fuck him. His skills bring attention at the Palace, where the Courtesan Prime, once one of his students and now the King's top mistress, lets him deflower one of the girls, and then treats him to the most astounding sex of his life.

Wife is dying... and in a desperate search for someone to replace her. / (Reviews)

A the College Group Story
A shy music student is brought out of her shell with Beethoven's famous composition as a backdrop

A Ballad of the Samurai Story
Arrian deals with a magical sword, his father's death. Helping his mother and sister accept this tragic event. All the meanwhile attending high school, in a new city. Where things can go wrong in an instant. / (Reviews)

When Gavin and Kya's eyes meet across a crowded cafeteria, it is most definitely not love at first sight. He thinks she's cute, but she's aware of his reputation, and is distinctly unimpressed when he comes over to say hi. But he's not what she expected at all, and he leaves her decidedly flustered.

A Story in the Laresa World Universe
A family in need of healing finds it - in the form of the Djinn Laresa. Stands alone, but would fall in sequence between "Outlaw's Redemption" and "The Blinding White"

They thought it was just a haunted house. But the Harrow House doesn’t feed on fear—it feasts on secret desires. As old wounds surface and forbidden temptations rise, the line between terror and longing dissolves. Fear burns off like fog, replaced by touch, heat, and surrender. The Harrow Testament is a gothic confession of aching bodies, unraveling minds, and pleasures too strong to resist.

Some tunes are indeed classic.

It's magic, but not as we know it. A fantasy in six parts. I've written it all, so you won't be left in the lurch. >Lucilla watched the celebrities for a few more minutes, and then turned to go. It wasn't until then that she noticed the key. The hotel room key, hooked impossibly over the waistband of her white panties. Lasco's key, obviously. This was worse than she thought. Or better, she realised, grinning.