Harley Duran, failed sharecropper, lost the farm he "cropped" on. He was blsack listed with the big owners and could find no work anywhere. He, his young wife and their baby wandered the state while he looked for work, any work. There was none to be had. Then, one day a railroad bull tried to kill him and his fortunes changed. Sorry, no twelve inch dicks here.
A great secret and vast power has been passed down through time from woman to woman -unknown to man- since the ancient days of the gods. The last guardian was Sappho of Lesbos. Then it lay dormant for nearly two millenia... where my story begins. A long but hopefully most enjoyable story.
Two high school outcasts discover a magical chair that binds them together, literally. Stripped of clothes and secrets, Maeve and Lila-Beth must navigate a curse demanding total vulnerability. What starts as humiliation becomes an intimate journey toward an unexpected love that will change everything under the blood moon.
A ruthless CEO ensnares her young trainee in a relentless spiral of nylon-clad domination. Foot worship, smothering, rough fucks, and depraved insertions blur pain and ecstasy until vulnerability binds them in eternal, filthy surrender. Dark, visceral female-led erotica.
Kazuma fumbled, in an alternate reality, James didn't. One shot story. James didn't stop. Couldn't stop. Probably wouldn't have even if the ice hadn't been there. Lalatina's body was warm and tight around him, her wet heat gripping his cock with every thrust, and through the clear ice he could see every agonized expression on the king's face, and some terrible, unforgivable part of his brain found the whole situation darkly hilarious. NOT edited by Steven, he's busy working on the New World.
A nameless road unspools forever under Elias Moreau’s tyres. Naked, half-hard, he drives toward Isolde—pale, raven-haired, eternally waiting, sex glistening in headlights. Each encounter is slow, deep, wordless release on warm tar, yet she recedes again. No end, only endless want, her scent on the wind, the next curve calling him forward.
Isabela arrives in Rio for the first time, meeting Thiago in Ipanema. Their taxi ride teases with his hand high on her thigh. Inside his apartment, he pins her to the wall, fingers plunging deep with wet sounds, tasting her arousal. He fucks her hard against the plaster—sharp slaps of skin, slick squelches, her cries echoing—until they both shatter. In bed, slow rolling thrusts build softer, deeper climaxes, bodies slick and trembling in the salt-scented dawn.
Midnight Midnight veils London in shadow. She waits at Embankment, coat parted, lace stockings bare above, slick beneath skirt. He emerges—tall, eyes devouring. Fingers trace blouse, nipples hardening. Mouth devours hers, deep. Kneels, tongue laps slick folds, circles clit slowly. She shudders, comes biting cries. Lifts her, thrusts deep—rolling, filling. They grind against rail until she clenches, he spills hot. Vanishes. She smiles, marked. Midnight
A Story in the Erotic Future Universe
We follow Bethan and Kiki's developing relationship as Bethan is drawn into the erotic vortex of the BWR. Our friends are back at Alm College for their sophomore year and love is, as always, in the air. If you'd enjoy learning more about Kiki, Rose, Lynn and the others then you can read 'Rose Does College' which covers their freshman year but Bethan's story can be enjoyed on it's own.