Fiction Stories

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.

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.

How much does a choice weigh? For some, freedom is a new key; for others, it is the girl who felt like home. In a shared silence, between the walls of a shared apartment, the things left unsaid began to outgrow the things they dared to speak. Is desire mechanical, or a spark that burns the bridges of a lifetime? Between a lesson and a loss, they crossed lines that can never be undrawn. A story of skin, ghosts, and the heavy price of finally knowing.

A story in the REGIS Chronicles Universe
Rosa finds some ropes in a storage cabinet and has her way with Juliet, the two enjoy themselves thoroughly. I know this story is terrible, it is by no means representative of the work that it comes from. This story was written at an early stage when Rosa and Juliet's characters hadn't been fleshed out well enough and it is also written with assumption that the reader is familiar with the setting. I would not recommend reading this first unless it's the only thing I've posted.

Athlete meets Liv the photographer and gets a proposal he can't refuse.

A Story from The Town
On her first day at The Library, Isla is swept into Carrie’s world of fashion, dominance, and fetish, where every outfit, every heel, and every rule is a lesson in trust and restraint. But when a modeling gig turns into a weekend bound as sirens, Isla and Carrie uncover a connection that they both desire, but is ultimately, fleeting. A story best experienced following The Practitioner - Chapter 7: A Neat Little Bow.

A woman from Iran, went Exhibitionist wife and mother after a visit to a nude beach. With her Family, the journey continues. Lovely Family' transformation.

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