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The Shade of Night

The computer beeped as the darkened figure worked at another console. The room was shrouded in darkness, with only three small candles and the flickering lights from the three computer screens providing any light. The room was fairly large, and the apple scented candles didn’t waver in the stillness.

The man known as Nightshade looked across at the lap top, his expression was one of complete calm. The screen showed an internet chat room, with a private connection established. The top line held a single word. (more…)

A Visit to a Fan Ch. 05

“Gale Force.”

“That’s the one.” She got up and made another drink for herself, filling his a third time. “May I smoke?”

“No, not in the house, at least.”

He nodded, tucking the pack back into his pocket. “What possessed you to write it?”

“Quite simply, you.”

“I possessed you?”

She wouldn’t look up at him and his heart leaped, a bolt of adrenalin tightening his chest. “Ever since I saw the first show. You’ve been my secret obsession.” Velvet laughed, glancing at him quickly. “Hey, I know how many fans you have and we can’t all be wrong.” (more…)

The Power Rangers of Hedonia Ep. 03

“Fuck me daddy fuck me daddy fuckmedaddy!” Orgasma howled over and over again like a holy mantra as her father plundered her pussy from the rear. She was leaned over the railing of the observatory, her knuckles turning white as she tightened her grip on it. “Fuck me daddy, fuck me daddy!” The tassels attached to her breasts swung in wild circles each time her hips collided with King Phallon’s.

“Dear sweet daughter. You’re always being so naughty.” He laughed taking a fistful of her hair and twisting her face around toward him. His free hand came down and slapped her hard on the ass leaving a bright red handprint on her rear. With each thrust he pulled back until only the crown of his cock remained inside her before plunging back into her. The sounds of her union could be heard throughout the entire fortress where most of the minions were already watching. In particular was his wife, Queen Areola with her legs splayed open as she rubbed her clit. (more…)

The Laws of Fiction

Dear reader, I make no apologies for the explicitness, the bizarreness, the disturbing nature of the following story. For all its excesses, it has one overriding virtue – it is all 100% true, in every humiliating detail. You would do well to pay attention, you who are fellow artisans in the subtle art of erotic fiction, for what I have to say is a matter of vital urgency to you. (You who merely read this stuff and don”t write it may count yourselves fortunate not to be one of us.)

I write this from my sickbed. Only last week, I was in excellent shape. I had just returned from my customary annual four weeks in Tuscany, and I was lean as a lath and never fitter, although my skin is pale, so that I can”t sunbathe. I woke up the morning after my return and, following my custom, I put together my frugal breakfast of All-Bran, peaches and semi-skimmed. Refreshed, I went to the shower. (more…)

Helena Dementieva

In this year Roland Garros Tennis Tournament in Paris, I was assigned to be an assistant to the tennis players. I had this chance as I am an 18 year old tennis player in the Youth Tennis Club of Roland Garros.

My name is Karl, I am 5ft 8, 150 Lbs, blond with blue eyes.

One more precision, the assistants are assigned to help only one player, it is decide after all the assistants, pick out in turn all the names in a big bowl. Of course most assistants are delighted to pick the name of a great tennis player as it means that they have good chances to spend more time with them as they go further in the tournament. (more…)

Get Out! Ch. 06

There she was cooking breakfast, humming to herself she had not heard me wake up. Tiptoeing behind her, I wrapped my arms around her waist. It made her jump a little but she leaned her head to the side and kissed my lips.

“Mmmm.. What a good morning it is darling!”

She finished saying, with a grin she continued cooking the pancakes. I smirked and responded

“Yeah, from where I am standing it’s a very good morning.”

Pressing my semi-hard member into her bottom, she shook her ass and grinded herself against me. (more…)

Exotic Flower of Gor

“(based on the Gor fiction by John Norman)”

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From within the confines of the large tent issued forth the slave girl’s husky moan.

The tent’s interior was lit by several brass oil-lamps, their Terran Moorish origins obvious. The mellow light spread evenly within the sail-canvas walls, highlighting the exotic girl of copper and her master, a dark brown skinned Inlander, of the Rainforest. The master, Mwindu, stood in the center of the tent with his large hands cupping the kajira’s slim rounded buttocks. Her dancer legs, equipped with anklet-bells, were wrapped around his waist, her taper-fingered hands over his shoulders for leverage, as his long and fulsome phallus ground completely into her, until her stretched cuntlips hugged down around the root of the cock that impaled her. The slave had her head down so that the inky black silken-stranded mane hid her face, falling down slim shoulders and her back, obscuring Mwindu’s hands on her ass. (more…)

Double Dari

I was in a hurry to leave this hot Friday evening. It had been a long, hard week at the Foxxy News Network and I was glad it was almost finished.

It had been over three months since I last had a two day weekend so, naturally, I was full of ideas of how to spend my mini-vacation, such as it is.

When you are a highly worked and lowly paid intern like I am, weekends off are as good as gold! And I did not plan to waste a second of this one, I can assure you!

Two whole days of relaxing; kicking back watching sports on big screen tv; and spending some long overdue time with my girlfriend Cindy. A perfect weekend, indeed! Of course you know the saying about the best laid plans of mice and men are prone to failure. (more…)

Down Payment Blues

This simple little story is dedicated to Tim Bisley, Voodoo Joe, Carnage, TRL, and the man, the myth, Sir Alan Jones. You all offered encouragement in one way or another. Most of all this is for Kate, who still lets me act and write like an idiot from time to time yet for some bizarre reason continues to love me. Thank you honey.

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“”Everybody seems to wonder,

What it’s like down here,

I gotta get away from this running around,

Everybody knows this is nowhere…”" - Neil Young

The wind crept through the streets, howled like a wolf in pain and penetrated through to my very soul as it hit me. I felt my exposed fingers tremble around the neck and struggled to hold the shape I was making, felt my voice waver and crack as my teeth tried to clench themselves together. My coat was too thin and provided about as much protection against the chill as a light covering of sunscreen at the surface of the sun. I lowered my head and looked at my scuffed boots while I sang the last couple of lines into my chest, and as soon as I’d knocked out the final chord I slid the copper slide from my index finger and dropped it into the case at my feet before clamping my aching hands together and blowing air into them. That made little difference, and if I didn’t get inside soon I’d be facing frostbite. (more…)

An Unexpected Invitation

“First of all, this is not true in any way, shape or form. Second of all, Alexis is 18.”

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The barn was unusually quiet for a Saturday, especially since it was a beautiful day. Ann Romney didn’t mind however, she liked to have the ring to herself when she rode her horses and the quiet made the barn very peaceful. As she walked towards the feed room the only sounds she heard were the click of her boots on the concrete floor and the sound of horses munching contentedly on their hay. She opened the door and flicked on the light, illuminated the interior of the room. Seeing the bins with her horses’ names on it, she placed the new supplements she had gotten for them inside. The sound of the door opening behind her caused her to startle. She spun around and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw who it was. (more…)