MaleDom Stories

In Gabriel's secret base, he is eager to have some fun with his new ally, the young and lovely and very eager Chloe.

This sprawling epic, titled The Eternal Dungeon Master, immerses readers in a labyrinthine world of intricate character developments, where every individual—be it the enigmatic patriarch Bob or the diverse women who orbit his life—evolves through layers of psychological depth, emotional revelation, and transformative growth.

Alone together and unarmed, Dante and Vergil are forced to cooperate. But when they run into Nevan they have two weapons to even the odds.

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

When a devastating accident leaves a dancer broken, her survival — and every step forward — depends on the precise hands of a watchmaker-like surgeon.

My BFF (best friend forever) Anna flips our World upside down - and we enjoy it.

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.

A story in the Lesbian Romances Universe
Clarita owes the mountain her seventh daughter’s seventh daughter. Michelle breaks every salt line she finds. Hate becomes hunger, hunger becomes rope and brand and fist. To keep the witch in the walls fed, they pay with blood, welts, hot wax, and shattering squirt under the Mothman’s red eyes. Love here is a debt paid in screams and perfect surrender. The ridge claimed them. They claimed each other harder.