Consensual Sex Stories

An ex-ranger and black ops leader is involved in an auto accident, but it's a total mystery as to who and why. Follow his adventures as he learns more about his accident and finds love in the strangest manner.

Was he ever on the menu?

A My Eighteenth Story
Part of the Eros's Dominion universe
Angelina wants a unique gift for her eighteenth birthday from her stripper mother

Taken and raised in a cruel and deadly clan of assassins I managed to escape. The new planet I lived on was or seemed normal. I used clan funds I had stolen and helped the constables with hard or unusual cases. When a clan master came for me it was not to kill but with an offer. I knew better but it made me... curious.

An adult daughter joins her father's archelogy dig and discovers that all the dirt you dig isn't at the site.

The Fifty Something Teenager
Fifty Something Teenager, number four. While reading earlier episodes is not required, it is suggested. Thomas Ford is a fifty-something year-old that teleported from the present day to the 1980s and his 18-year old self. In this episode, all of Thomas’s romantic relationships have imploded. He now needs to consider what he does next with his life. He also needs to know whether either spurned woman would take him back.

It was Scott's 30th birthday, but when he came home for his surprise, he was disappointed by the presence of the deeply religious Heeja. Will it work out for him?

Melanie, struggling single mother to Amy, 4, is lonely and financially desperate. Unexpectedly, a prosperous but secretive admirer makes contact, but only in ways that conceal his identity. Because, he says, he has crippling shyness. His missteps almost end the relationship before it can begin. Just when a breakthrough seems possible, he disappears! — Possibly my best story here on SOL. Romantic, not very explicit. Hope you like it! (Revised 2/17/23)

A story in the The Human Nexus Universe
One night between midnight and six AM Eastern, most of the people of the world died. No one knew why; there was no warning; they simply stopped. Some survived to live a few extra hours or days. In the USA, this meant that most folks died in their beds. Streets, roads, and bridges remained mostly open. In other parts of the world, the timing was such that the visible carnage was horrendous. For the dead, neither situation mattered a whit. After a week, humanity was dead - all but a very few.

A Dryad Story
He's old, and alone since his wife dies, but he returns to the places they enjoyed together. There are some strange people there.