When a family and their servant are stranded on a deserted island, their lives and future depend on survival skills and discarding the society rules they grew up with. (This story has a lot more sex than "some sex" so I labeled it "much sex." But it's not a stroke story so it has plenty of plot and character development, which includes non-sex scenes. Also, the "slow" story code doesn't mean it's boring. It means there's story buildup before the sex begins.) / (Reviews)
Aaron's ashamed of his life, and feels depraved. The one person he feels comfortable with is his childhood friend, Molly. As he develops feelings for her, doubts and worries cloud his mind.
Richards Enterprises
Elspeth was born to Boston's elite. She never expected to find a place and a purpose beside a slouching nobody from New Jersey. Ain't life a bitch?
He won a "slave girl" in a card game, but his actual winnings were immeasurable. Most codes happen later in the story. Thanks once again to Pixel the Cat for his time and efforts.
A Tale from the Western Continent
After losing his eyes to a medusa, dark elven assassin Gheeran has a major crisis of faith. No eyesight, no way to ply his trade, no future in his band of cut-throat outcasts - what's a guy like him to do? As it turns out - a lot!
It's a song, no that's not what I mean - it's inspired by a song. It's pretty obvious which song it is. (Well it's obvious to me, but then I wrote it - the story not the song.) Read the story and drop me a line if you think you know what the song is. I'll tell you if you're right - not much of an incentive to read the story I know, but then it just goes to show how desperate I am!
In the ruins of a forgotten amusement park, photographer Avery stumbles into a world of mist, mirrors, and moonlight ruled by the goddess Lunara. Haunted by buried shame and seduced by a guide who may not be human, he’s drawn into a sensual rite where desire is devotion and transformation comes at a price. Lunara’s Veil is a mythic erotic tale of queer longing, ecstatic surrender, and the haunting beauty of being claimed by something greater than yourself.