Rough Stories

Anora, Queen of Ferelden, is widely know as the Ice Queen, and for a reason. Aedan, her new husband, isn't willing to put up with her reluctance any more. And there are two things working in his favour: one, he knew what Anora was like when he married her - he was friends with her late husband. And two, he is not, as everyone believes, a Nice Guy.

A young girl is molested and then enslaved by her older next-door neighbor. Things get pretty intense. If you've read any of my stories you know the kind of crap I write.

This is the saga of an innocent teenage school leaver who is corrupted and abused by a group of middle-aged men. They turn her into The Slut, online porn star and real-life whore, for the enjoyment and pleasure of many men, mostly strangers. It all starts with her blossoming exhibitionist urges which lead her into their clutches and then into a life of depravity.

Valentine's Day is meant to bring lovers closer together. A strip club bouncer collides with a sexually deviant family, lives are changed, and he finds love in an unexpected way.

This story follows a young man who spent 19 years immersed in fantasy novels, always wondering what would happen if advanced technology were introduced into a magical world. On his nineteenth birthday, he tragically dies in an accident—only to be reincarnated into a realm filled with magic, dungeons, and beasts. Join him on his journey as he carves his own path, overcomes challenges, and shapes his destiny in this extraordinary new world. Stay tuned for his adventures and triumphs!

A North Shore Whore Story
Dan discovers that his best friend's mother, who he always thought to be a cold-hearted bitch, has a sick predilection for young cock.

Catburglar Black Tigress finds herself stuck in a sealed room with the hero Heavensent. Left to their own devices for hours, with Tigress bound so enticingly the whole time, is it any surprise when the evening turns to a little (or a lot) consensual non-con?

In a shop thick with oil and silence, a clockmaker discovers a key that rewinds time in precise increments. His apprentice, Lira, turns it with him. Loops stretch. Desire deepens. But the clocks begin to falter—and so do they. Ticks blur. Scars remain. Moments once shared begin to slip. Each turn takes something: breath, memory, steadiness. What remains when time breaks around you, and you can’t remember who you were before?

How an older family friend fucked me for the first time