Nerds, Sex and Lies, Lots of Lies… (Erotic Short Story)

This story is 1629 words and rated: R.

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Nerds, Sex and Lies, Lots of Lies…

“Do you like video games?” Leslie’s date asked offhand, glancing around her recently-scrubbed living room.

“Psh, video games are so stupid.” Leslie moved sideways to block the view of her PS4, as though he hadn’t already seen.

“You have a PS4,” he pointed out, shrugging his leather jacket-clad shoulders. He tweaked his brown hair. It stood up in a wavy careless way that said he’d spent at least an hour in the bathroom this morning.

“It was my ex boyfriend’s.” Leslie grabbed a magazine to fan herself, only too late to realize it was her latest copy of Science Weekly. She dropped it like it was hot, puffing out her breasts, hoping they were distracting. “He was a huge, I mean just a massive nerd.”

“Dude, that’s so lame. I bet he was, like, lame in bed.”

“Yeah, totally. He was all like, joysticks.” She air tweaked her nipples demonstratively.

He laughed, a little uncomfortably she thought. If she didn’t stop using gaming metaphors he’d know she was a nerd.

He came to her rescue, fumbling with her breasts. “These babies are more like footballs, giant footballs.” He gave them a hardy squeeze. “Yeah man, touchdown!”

With a giggle, she moved his hands down to her waist.

His hands rested lightly on her hips, eyes mischievous. “We could, make better use of your ex’s PS4.”

Leslie shuddered involuntarily, a chill of nervousness. If he got anywhere near wrecking her PS4, the charade would be up. “What did you have in mind?” She followed this with an almost whispered, “He might make me pay for it.”

“Shh, just sit, close your eyes.”

Leslie backed into the couch, eyes closed to slits. She could still see the shadow of his movement, just enough to determine that her PS4 was not experiencing any violence. She closed her eyes tightly as he darkened her field of vision.

“Hands up.”

Reaching for the sky she was insanely aware of her own smell, of the way her elbows quivered. Cold air spilled across her stomach as he lifted her shirt up and over her head, peeling it off in one fluid motion. Warm hands held her wrists together, wrapping them around and around with bands. The PS4 cords, he’d pulled them from the back. She took a deep breath, a new feeling tingling across her skin: excitement. This could be fun.

“If you want me to stop, just say… football.”

Well that was definitely a safeword she wouldn’t forget. She gave a small nod, biting her bottom lip suggestively. Well so far sex with a jock was turning out to be worth the lies and deception. He seemed to be taking her body cues in, pulling her bra down decisively so that it propped up her breasts in the most tantalizing fashion.  His fingers brushed over her exposed nipples deliberately, causing a sensation that greatly overshadowed the motion that caused it.

“You like this?”

She gave a small moan, jutting her chest up. “I do.”

“Then let’s take these off too.”

With her underwear and pants stripped, there was nothing shielding her skin from the black leather of her couch. The very thought made her both anxious and overwhelmingly excited. He pried her knees open gently until she was spread wide. She couldn’t bear keeping her eyes closed anymore, getting a good look at the wet shine that lay on the insides of her shaking thighs. Apparently, light bondage was her thing.

The feathery trailing of his fingers up her slit and over her clitoris made her gasp. He repeated the motion four times, each frustratingly slight. Those dark brown eyes caught her gaze, gaging her.

“If you show me you really want it.” His hand slid over his crotch, then back up her leg, massaging the soft, doughy flesh.

She wanted it alright. Four fucking months at least since her last boyfriend, not that he was a good fuck. And no, a dildo stuck to a chair was not enough. She must have fucked that thing at least three times in one go, riding the chair until it squeaked and complained.

“I want it,” she rasped.

“Show me.” He rose, unzipping his pants.

Leslie readied herself for a blow job, mouth opening wide.

He wagged his finger, catching her chin and pushing it up. “Too easy. On your hands and knees, ass up.”

It took a second for her to fully grasp that he possibly meant anal. She squirmed uncomfortably. This was unexplored territory, terrifying really. “Do I have to?”

He shrugged, starting to tuck his cock back into his pants.

“Ok, ok.” She flipped quickly, squeezing her eyes shut. I can say football, I can make him stop, I hope.

She flinched as he parted her cheeks, warm spit dribbling down over her exposed asshole.

“Just relax.”

Easier said than done. Just the touch of his finger made her move away, but she overrode the instinct, making herself sit still. He rubbed the space between firmly, giving her a sudden rush of pleasure even as he slid higher, gently pressuring her asshole. He pushed in just enough to meet resistance, then rubbed more, stroking up and down, then pushing. Leslie gave a moan, imagining what it might feel like to have his cock inside.

A little more spit. “Relax,” he whispered, kissing her shoulders seductively.

More pushing, this time further, deeper, against the resistance. This is so dirty, like a porn clip.

He continued, backing off, then pressuring until she could feel a surprising loosening of her sphincter. Then it happened. He forcefully shoved his wet finger all the way. She gasped, then pushed back against it, relishing the violation. This didn’t last long before he pulled out, positioning two fingers in the same area. More spit, more pushing, less prep. She, in fact, no longer needed as much prep. The area as a whole seemed to have relaxed completely and she was riding a wave of ecstasy. More was better, just not too fast. That’s what he gave her, finding space for three of his rather thick fingers.

The pumping, well that took it over the top. He went nice and deep, because evidently there was a spot there and he knew where it was. Every thrust hit it, every twist of his fingers brought her closer. If she could stroke her clit right now she’d be over the top for sure. In her desperation she scooched as far forward as possible, angling her crotch towards the couch back, hoping to get even the slightest friction. She managed as he thrust particularly hard, and the sensation was heaven. Unfortunately he noticed the excessive grinding, clicking his tongue and pulling back at her hips.

“Easy there, you little slut. It’s my cock, or nothing at all.”

“Then stop teasing me,” she snapped back.

His hands were so strong on her shoulders she could feel his agitation. “Do you want me to punish you, sassy little bitch?”

She nodded speechlessly, head bobbing hard. “Please?”

That was all he needed. She’d never know how he got the condom on so fast, but a little more spit and his cock was pushing against her aggressively. The bulging head felt way bigger than his four fingers. Panic filled her chest for a second, but she reminded herself to relax as he pushed in hard. The relaxing worked and his cock slid in, albeit with some pain. She gave a cry and he slowed, pulling out enough to add more spit, then pushing back in half way.

Once he achieved maximum penetration he began to give it to her good, left hand spreading between her legs and pulling her back as he thrust in. His fingers surprised her, hooking up against her pussy, palm pressing and rubbing her clit. The wetness there yielded to him, opening wide to all of his fingers, a nice tight fit. His right hand grabbed her breast, squeezing cruelly until she yelped. The mix of feelings hit her hard, making her head spin. Just as he managed to push his curled fingers most of the way into her pussy, slamming himself deep into her ass, she went over. That dark, warm stirring that always began in her pubic area blossomed, rocketing into her legs and up through her spine, much quicker than she was used to. This was followed by several dirty exclamations on her part.

“Oh fuck! Oh fuuuuccckkkk!”

It got better as he pushed the deepest yet, cock spasming. That synchronicity was something special, his primal moans echoing in her ears.

Finally, her orgasm released her, letting lucidity settle in her brain. Yeah, so I just let an almost stranger fuck my ass on my couch, that’s loneliness right there.  He was still knuckle and ball deep in her, but slowly withdrawing. First his fingers slipped out with a wet squelch, then his cock backed out uncomfortably, tugged out the last couple of inches making her wince, then relax in relief.

She twisted around, eager to see his face as he fiddled with the cords around her wrists. He looked just as dazed as her, euphoric.

“How was that? Was I good?” she asked, eager for verbal conformation of what she saw in his eyes. He took a deep breath before answering.

“I think I just leveled up.”

His words snuck up on her, and he looked instantly ashamed, face flaming as she twisted around again to stare at him harder.

“I mean, dude, you just blew my mind,” he rephrased quickly.

Leslie raised an eyebrow. “Like a creeper?”

“M-m-more like, a, like a,” he finished in a low embarrassed whisper, “a wither.”

Needless to say, they spent the rest of the evening playing Fortnite and drinking wine.




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Rise of the Machines (1)

My two hundred word story, as promised. : D

Rise of the Machines (1)

The neighborhood men, boyishly excited, gathered around Darnell. He thumbed his drone’s controls. The machine began buzzing loudly, hovering, no steering required.

Tim leaned over Darnell’s shoulder. “Buzz my house, I wanna see Amber’s face when it comes over the fence!”

Darnell flew up and three houses over, eyes on the phone connected to his controller. Uniformed rooves and green backyards flew by. Darnell lowered into the greenest one, finding that spot of pale flesh and auburn hair, Tim’s wife stretched out on a sun chair.

“That’s my sexy wife!” Tim whooped.

Amber raised her sunglasses, pink lips curving into a smile, glossy hair ruffling in the drone rotor’s breeze. That alone made Darnell’s cock twitch. Better, a tiny black bikini barely covered her delicious curves. The men hushed as her shapely hand slid over a flat tummy and under thin bottoms. Darnell leaned away from Tim’s heavy breathing.

“Get closer man,” Tim demanded.

Amber’s soft breasts came into view, bullet nipples perky. Slender fingers worked rhythmically below, a silent porn. Darnell held the controller one handed, shoving down his pants. When her breasts thrust skyward orgasmically, he too came all over his thick dark fingers.

Machines 1, humans 0.


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Zon Delivers (short story)

200 words, rated R. And yes, this is about Amazon…


Tamberlin lazily fumbled for the remote, knuckles bumping into a wall of empty beer bottles. Her phone buzzed. She ignored it, rubbing her bare nipple. No work today, even if boss-man pleaded. She was pissed and in no temper to give charity to idiots. A religious imperative really.

The front door clicked. She dropped the remote, going head first to fish it off the floor. When she looked up, the Zon delivery guy stared back, wide eyed, package balanced in hand.

She reddened, closing her legs. “What? You’ve never seen a naked woman before?”

That startled him, prompting the package to tumble, contents making a definite shattering noise.

Tamberlin shot up, swaying. “Son of a! That was my hundred-dollar Seth statue!”

He hemmed and hawed, clearly horrified. “It’s only my first day.”

“Your last, if you don’t compensate.”

He backed up as she came forward. “How?”

“Make me happy, fucker!”

They locked eyes. He breathed like a cornered beast. “I could-”

“Get on with it!”

The door closed. He stripped. Very satisfactory, ox strong, hung like a horse.

“Back door, front door?” he asked sheepishly.

Tamberlin bent, ass cheeks framing wet pussy. “Haven’t had much luck with the front lately.”

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Raven Heart

Happy Halloween my dear friends, here’s a special little treat for you!

This story is rated R for morbid, and sexually explicit content.


Evelda uncurled herself from a thorn bush, breath pulsing in evening’s thrall. They were coming for her again. Her five mouths gaped, bubbling and foaming with exhaustion. The respite had been so brief, too brief. The man was close now though, close enough that she could smell magnanimity coating his soft warm skin, always with him, even as he trod through vileness.

A hotel light flickered above the tree rim. Evelda’s body shimmered neon along with it. Her claws retracted first, dark leather skin sloughing off, shedding into milky flawlessness. Soon her entire twisted form, right down to the tip of her barbed tail, was concealed by illusion.


But not as painful as what they would do to her. She manufactured clothes as an afterthought. Humans were never without clothes. With barely enough time left Evelda spilled out of the shadows, landing squarely at his feet with a soft thud. Her flat palms slapped loudly on the concrete sidewalk, eyes focusing briefly on a brown shard of glass. The smell of left-behind vomit assaulted her keen senses. A sharp and acidic putridness.

The man halted, teetered, took a sharp breath of alarm, leather shoes scuffing in arrested motion. “Are you alright?” He bent to help her up without even the slightest hesitation.

That was why she needed his sanctuary. The bushes behind rustled, but as soon as his hand laid against her skin, they filled with hissing, rank displeasure. Her seven pussies twitched at his warm touch. When her thighs rubbed together, so did they. It would be no difficult thing for her, seducing this man. She grabbed onto his suit jacket, senses full of his smell, cologne, sweat, pheromones. A hint of salty arousal rose as her body pushed hard against his. With a tilt of the head, she set in motion the wheels of seduction, large brown eyes gazing with a lustful need into his. Her lips parted slightly, brushing under his chin, eliciting a shudder. That desirable member stiffened and she took the chance to caress it, guide it upwards into the comfortable snug home of his pants.

Evelda gave a low throaty hum, tugging him towards the bright hotel light, holding his thick hand tightly. He followed, half stumbling over rocks and concrete borders, through ill-lit parking lots only half filled with cars. At the glass doors she gave him another meaningful gaze, a plaintive one that he couldn’t possibly say no to.

“Are you sure about this?” he asked warily, squeezing her hand anyways, too soft to say no.

She nodded like a wide-eyed bobble head, pushing against him once more. He took a deep breath and allowed himself to be led into the unpleasant-smelling lobby. The night manager sat at the desk, book in hand, lids drooping.

“We’d like a room for two, sir,” he told the night manager, glancing at her.

Evelda smiled widely as he said it, free hand touching his wallet suggestively, salacious hips swaying. The manager apprised her briefly, eyelids fluttering. He would take her to bed if he could, but he was not a good man. The smell of hate, and rapacious violence clung to him like a permanent second skin.

“ID,” the manager said, laying the book down.

He dug it out, allowing her a glance at the name, P-a-u-l. She tried very hard to pronounce this in her head, using her limited knowledge of the alphabet. Pah-ule, no P-awl, damned if she knew. He wouldn’t care if she butchered it as long she took out her breasts.

Paul slid the ID and another blue card across the counter. The manager glanced at them, tapping on the keyboard of his computer. After a little paperwork he handed Paul the keycard. Evelda held tight to the back of Paul’s jacket all the while, resting her chin on his broad shoulder, watching the manager so intensely that he slowly became flustered.

He gave them an awkward wave. “Enjoy your night, folks.”

Evelda smirked, enjoying his discomfort. The longer she smelled him, the more she could distinguish that hint of fear under the anger. It wasn’t his fear, but the clinging fear of his lover. She hoped that the demons who stalked her ended up nesting in his chest, and causing irreparable damage.

It was Paul’s turn to lead her, guiding her into the unfamiliar elevator, pressing a round button, arm sliding around her slender waist. “What’s your name?”

Evelda bit her soft red lips, then pressed her face against his wide chest, muffling the grating sound of her attempted vocalization. “Eee-velllduh.”

“Huh? Eve?”

She perked up, like a flower, giving him a quick happy nod.

“That’s a pretty name, just like you.”

The elevator halted, doors rolling open. If she could keep him from talking too much this would be easier. She tugged hard at him, letting him know how impatient she was.

“Uh, room 56. This way I think.” He led her to the right, past door after door, stopping in front of what she assumed was 56. It smelled like sex, even on this side of the door. The lock beeped, light blinking green as he slid the card in. Inside the smell of sex overwhelmed her, permeating the red satin sheets and crimson blankets of the wide bed. The manager had given them this room with that in mind. That was fine, but the smell of rape lingered here and there. Evelda wrinkled her nose in disgust.

He was watching her like a hawk. “Everything ok?”

She nodded again, more slightly. There was no time for hesitation with this man. He could change his mind any second now, decide she was too vulnerable. She slid a hand down over his thigh, fingers wandering towards his now soft member. Yes, he was already thinking too much. There was only one thing to do.

Evelda shimmied the thin straps of her dark dress down over her milky shoulders, letting the front slide down and reveal the swells of her breasts. His eyes followed the motion, glazing over.

“Why me?” he mumbled, with a shake of his head, hands coming up under her breasts. “You’re so beautiful you could have any man you want.”

She wouldn’t have answered even if she could. It was the last thing on her mind. The atmosphere chilled, darkening, a harbinger of their proximity. They would just have to languish outside, held at bay by his steady virtue.

Her large nipples perked under his touch, standing out on the disc fields of her dusky areolas. His fingers teased and worried them, before he bent over, thick lips encasing and sucking on them, one at a time. Evelda played with his brown hair, loving the solid feeling of his bones and flesh under her hands. The straps of her dress slid down below her elbows and she lowered her hands to her sides, letting gravity take over and rid her slender frame of the excessive covering. He continued his worshipful ministrations, hands grasping her freshly bared hips tightly. She sighed softly, stroking down his shoulders, tugging at the suit jacket. He straightened, exhaling loudly from his nose as he quickly stripped away the jacket and unbuttoned his long-sleeve undershirt.

Evelda took the chance to position herself on top of the red satin blankets, scooting back and opening her long legs for him. He looked like a sleepwalker as he touched her knees, kneeling between her feet.

His hands slid over her thighs, pressing into the doughy exterior of her illusion. For Evelda it was a touch more intimate than he could imagine, his thumb caressing a clit here, fingers smoothing over moist labia there. He didn’t notice of course, eyes fixed on the visible. She hadn’t been sure, and the orifice stood as a half-remembered smut page she’d clawed curiously through once. She’d been much more fixated on the male member hovering below the crimson lips of the nude woman. She itched to know what it might feel like jammed into one of her small holes.

The simulacrum must have been well remembered enough, because his breath was coming in lustful pants. He controlled himself, pressing lips to the inside of Evelda’s thigh. Evelda answered with a low animal grating that she did her best to wind into a moan.

He liked her response, applying his lips studiously to the other side. Thank god he’d closed his eyes. Evelda’s skin flickered, muscles tensing. If only he’d finger her, lick her inside, stretch her. It was a fight to redirect her focus. Each kiss laid higher hit new, sensitive territory, wracking her with desire.

“You’re so passionate.” The admiration shone in his eyes. “So, primal.”

Evelda smiled widely at that, thrusting her visible pussy up, svelte hips lifting off the bed. Yes, pay attention to this one here, take your time there.

His fingers laid on each side, pulling open the smooth mounds, revealing the dark misshapen lips. Evelda slid her hands over the back of his head, pulling him down against it, lest he stare too long. The blackness inside made her nervous. Certainly humans did not have mouths down there to suckle and consume sperm, however they might look like they did. She’d had the sense to smooth over the sharp teeth inside, but the rest remained as ever.

Paul didn’t complain, nuzzling and licking at the swelling nub, tracing the labia with his warm large tongue, which slipped often into the tiny orifice. His tongue was wider, much more filling and titillating than the demon cocks she’d been restricted to. Those were long and narrow, just enough to stimulate, to cause her to consume their seed, no more. Demons copulated en masse, and there was nothing they loved more than the sight of her seven pussies exposed. They’d latch on and let her inner mouths suck and tear at their long slender cocks, screaming low and guttural as the flesh tore, leaving behind blood and semen, much to their excitement. But even after seven orgasms, it bored her to tears.

She would spend her entire lengthy existence spewing nasty little demon spawn from her cunts, if they had their way. Evelda had other ideas. She was sick of being a transient observer of the human world, always unseen and unheard. And now that she was on the other side of the veil, she finally had him, this man she so adored, between her legs, right where she’d always wanted him.

His tongue left her impatient to have his cock, which, with any luck, would be as big as the one in the magazine. She let him enjoy her a little longer, relishing how it wound her up, then pushed him away.

His dark brown hair was messy and tousled. The tip of his nose glistened, much to her amusement. She leaned in and kissed the dampness away, pressing her forehead to his. He looked shy, pulling his massive body up.

“Are you a virgin?” he asked, tongue obviously more intuitive than she’d bargained for.

Her tiny slit could, and would willingly take anything forced into it. She huffed, pushing out her breasts.

“OK, OK.” He gave a gruff laugh. “Don’t bite my head off.

Evelda grabbed at the bulge in his pants demandingly, pressuring the hard contours. That would keep him from talking anymore. He obliged, undoing his suit pants, white underwear contrasting with the dark fabric. A decent sized wet circle lay above his cockhead. He was raring to couple with her, and if she wasn’t careful it might be too short lived. The dawn was soon, but not that soon. His pants fell around his ankles and she helped unsheathe him, working the tight fabric down his thick hairy legs. The result was a breathtaking display of human virility. Evelda trembled with delight, pussies twitching in unison. If only she could stuff that in every single one of them, she’d never be brought to orgasm by demon cock again. But he regretfully only had one, so she’d possibly be short six orgasms, unless she could manage some serious friction between her thighs.

She grasped at the meaty cockhead, pushing the wetness around the tip, thumb sliding over the slit. The smell of semen filled her nostrils. There was enough in the clear liquid alone to impregnate a female of his species. This man was as much of a prime specimen as he looked.

Evelda’s hand slid down over the massive member, barely able to get her fingers entirely around the thick rooted base. A vein running up the back pulsed powerfully, like a wild river of blood coursed through it. She regretted to let go of it, but needed to have it inside, now, more than ever.

He wouldn’t be equal to the task of penetrating her, so she coaxed him onto the bed, straddling his large hips. His biceps rolled under her delicate hands, and she took the time to stroke them, fingering his small nipples, rubbing her pussy against his cock.

The hunger was too much, she couldn’t wait, pushing against it, rutting.

“I have a condom.” He looked slightly panicked. “There in my front pocket.”

Evelda pressed a hand over his handsome mouth, shaking her head. He didn’t persist. The head pushed against her entrance, meeting great resistance. She pushed harder, until it began to squish into the tight confines. She gave a gasp as it stretched her painfully, but under the momentary pain, pleasure surged, reaching every nerve of her body.

If the demons had burst through the door in that moment, she still wouldn’t have been able to stop, not until he was balls deep, cockhead sunk in the throat of her sexual maw. She’d meant to draw him out, take her time, but nature was driving her like an unforgiving bitch, and all she could do was tense her inner mouth, milking him for all he was worth. His cock responded with its own twitching, sending the required contents into her depths.

He sat up halfway as he came, mouth agape with a beastly grunt. She relished the way his shoulders strained, and all the creases on his face came alive, transforming him into another creature altogether.

Evelda was also undergoing an unwilling transformation, skin flaking away in places as the orgasm washed through her. His eyes were wide, staring up into her face, and she knew that what he saw wasn’t what she’d intended him to see. A strangled sound issued from his throat, and he bucked against her, no longer trying to couple with her.

She pulled and tugged until his member popped out, sewing her human form back together, so that she could use those lush red lips to kiss him once more. His face evaded her, but to no avail, and she managed a firm, quick kiss before rising. Her hand smoothed over his thigh and her eyes said sorry the best they could. The door rattled, splintering as Evelda lost contact with him. Daylight was almost here, but not quite. They would hunt her a little longer, and they would, regretfully, ravage his evil tainted body in the process.

She had no time to think about that though, pulling open the antiquated, small-town hotel window. Gravity sloughed the milky skin away into black feathers this time, and as she twisted and fell, she could see his face peering over the wooden sash with alarm. She leveled with the ground, just in time, wings beating furiously, lifting her into the pre-dawn darkness, and out of his sight.

As she flew, her heart beat arhythmically, racing, double-time, and deep down she knew, every extra beat was for him.

Meno Silencio ©

Christmas Surprise (erotic short story)

When Thadeus dropped in to say merry Christmas, Charlene wasn’t expecting him to drop his pants, but he did indeed. His cock was as straight as the coatrack, and all fitted with a big red bow.

“Wow, just, wow. Why?” And how did you keep it standing so long, porn on your phone?

Thadeus, never shy of words looked proud. “It was the only thing you didn’t already have.”

Well, now that she was staring at it, it was hard to stop. The size was much larger than she expected. “I don’t know. I’ve got a few more presents to wrap.”

“Really, that’s your excuse? Just tell me no.” Thadeus stuck his tongue out.

But Charlene couldn’t, grabbing the throbbing present instead, holding it firmly. “Should I take off the bow?”

“Won’t be too comfortable otherwise.”


He pulled her towards the tree, laying her down on the luxurious shag rug. Charlene melted, wiggling her perky breasts out of her tank top. He worked her cute jeans down. It was all meat after that. Solid holiday sausage. He flipped her at one point, all fancy, so that all she could see while she came was shiny red and green blurs.


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Black Friday (short story)

“Packages are half off!” Miranda giggled uncontrollably, dropping her beer bottle. “Let’s go in!”

“It’s a black Friday sale on cocks, that’s hilarious.” Seth was trying very hard to zip his pants up after successfully watering a few bushes. “I’m not gay though.” His voice echoed across the parking lot, eliciting titters from a herd of sluts.

“But you can share me!” Miranda swung in the door like gravity was sucking her into a black hole, pulling Seth along. The men were gorgeous, but their cocks all looked tired and wilted, victim of one too many fondling, sucking whores. “Over there, he looks like he just started his shift!” She pointed at the one man with not only a full erection, but also underwear. Miranda fully intended to talk to him, but she ended up plowing into him instead. He flashed her an annoyed look. “Sorry,” her voice was muffled by his muscled chest. “Money?” she asked, digging a wad of hundreds out of her bra.

He looked more humored. “Both of you?”

“Yep, yep.”

“Right this way.”

His cock simultaneously disgusted Seth and impressed Miranda. “Wow, that feels big! Seth, put one in my ass!” Best. Black. Friday. Ever.




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Stuffing Day (short story)

Miranda had stuffed the turkey, now Lester was stuffing her, right on the frigid marble counter. Miranda arched her back, flawless, Barbie-pink manicured fingers scratching his shoulders. Doll, that’s what I am, a fuck doll. She didn’t like the thought though. No, I’m a doll that’s so perfect, everyone wants to play with it, that’s all.

Why was she thinking about this anyways? Lester’s cock was ramming her sensationally. But she was bored with Lester. Lester, who’d reviewed every play of the game during the party. Boring Lester.

Miranda twisted, Lester’s cock popping out, all slick and hard. This was followed by grunting and an awkward attempt to get it back in, until he finally gathered that she was trying to escape.

“What’d I do?”

What didn’t you do? Miranda buttoned her blouse, padding through the cozy hall, almost knocking into a table littered with semi-filled wine glasses, abandoned and uneven. Once outside she couldn’t get her coat buttoned fast enough, nipples involuntarily peaking.

Seth was at the end of the walk, looking dazed. Here’s one I might enjoy. Miranda plucked his sleeve. “Wanna go drinking?”

He looked like he might hurl, nodding anyways.

Finally, something to be thankful for.




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The Snow God: Part 13 (erotica)

This story is rated R.

The Snow God: Part 1 (erotica)The Snow God: Part 2 (erotica)The Snow God: Part 3 (Erotica),   The Snow God: Part 4 (erotica),   The Snow God: Part 5 (erotica),   The Snow God: Part 6 (erotica),  The Snow God: Part 7 (erotica),  The Snow God: Part 8 (erotica),  The Snow God: Part 9 (erotica),   The Snow God: Part 10 (erotic),   The Snow God: Part 11 (erotic),   The Snow God: Part 12 (erotic)

Dear readers: This was supposed to be the last part of snow god, but I’m afraid it just got too long, so expect another part after this : D I won’t bore you with my excuses for being so late to post this ❤  Enjoy the hot sex!


Kara was dreaming, sitting back in front of her fireplace again, staring at the popping wood, its mesmerizing red glow and dancing flames almost blinding. The air to her back was chill, forever resistant to the heat pouring over her.

The front door shuddered suddenly, creaking open. Kara tried to focus but her body was dream slow. Someone is coming in, a dark figure. Is it Val, or Izgrid? It was neither, a woman instead, all lithe and clad in black, long obsidian black hair around her feet.

“Who are you?” Kara asked, not able to feel her lips moving with the question, simply projecting it.

“Does it matter, I am here.” The woman knelt at her feet, rubbing Kara’s knee, hand snaking up her thigh. “I want to know your heart.” Her voice was like a creeks whisper, eyes green fire under raven brows. Her hand touched Kara’s breast and Kara felt a lurch of excitement traveling all the way down low. It was a dream, so she spread her legs willingly, basking in the suggestable pull. Everything went black and every sensation sung. Fingertips pressed and stroked between her legs, lips danced over her collarbone and up under her throat, translating into the rise of her hips, into a desperate hunger.

“You have a good heart,” the voice whispered. “Izgrid doesn’t blame you. You were only doing what you had to for the one you love. Just the same as him.”

Kara jerked awake, the edge of an orgasm fading quickly. Holy shit. It’s just a dream, just a dream.

Soft feet treaded outside the door and Kara could hear the whispered conversation as she stared up at the ornate gold ceiling.

“Did you hear? Izgrid’s mother will attend. Can you believe it?”

“Never in a thousand years, she’s a nasty witch, I’m surprised they’ll let her attend.”

Kara rolled over, pressing the pillow around her ears. Val was showering, probably in frigid water. When he got out she might pretend to be asleep, just a little longer. There was a certain dread curled up in her stomach that she’d been trying to shake all week, but now that the day was here it had solidified like a stone. They’ll all be staring at me, watching, waiting, whispering. If they say those things about Izgrid’s mother, god knows what they say about me. Probably how ordinary I am, and how stupid Val is to marry me.

Minutes later Val pulled the pillow away from Kara’s head, his bare abs still glistening impressively with moisture. “What’s the matter? You look like you’re in pain.”

“I’m fine, just a little hung over from last night.” There was no way she was going to let Val worry. He looked so damn happy too, leaning over to kiss her passionately.

“Drink some water you’re probably dehydrated. My sister will be in soon to help you get ready.”

Kara smiled up at him, loving the barely controlled desire in his eyes. “We have enough time for a quickie.”

“Nope, gotta save some for tonight. Otherwise I might just stay here all day and fuck you.” Val winked at her, whipping off his towel and pulling pants on over his half erection.

Once Val was gone, and consequently the shuffling footsteps and whispers, Kara collected herself, putting her hair in place, brushing her teeth, applying lotion. Being around Val’s sister had turned out to be one of the most nerve wracking occupations Kara could imagine. She didn’t want to know what it might feel like when she had dry skin and morning breath.

At least Maddy had the courtesy to knock before busting into the room. She was toting the dress in a massive clothes bag and a huge bag full of miscellany. “Good morning beautiful! Are you ready?”

Kara grimaced inwardly, but smiled brightly at Maddy. She meant well. “I am, let’s do this!”

Maddy was quite frankly a tornado of energy. She plucked, pulled, tugged and tweaked, until Kara was a new woman. Kara in turn sat nervously in her slip and bra, legs crossed, sweaty behind the knees despite the always lower temperature.

Maddy shoveled the pile of makeup back into her small black bag, smiling warmly at Kara. “You look perfect, he won’t know what hit him.”

“Do you really think he’ll be happy with me?” The words escaped Kara like a breath, rushing into the open, uncatchable, unrestrainable. “I mean, you said it yourself, there’s nothing special about me, I’m not his type. I’m human for godsake.”

Maddy’s hands slowed, fingers settling on a tube of eyeliner, rolling it back and forth. “Kara, I never said there wasn’t anything special about you. You misunderstood me. Yes, you are human, not like us, but you proved just how extraordinary you are when you saved us all.”

Us all. Kara cringed inwardly, that dark thought swirling back up. And what if we aren’t the good guys. She shook it off, meeting Maddy’s persistent gaze. “I’m sorry, sister, I’m just so nervous, it’s a big day. You know?”

Maddy leaned in closer, brown hair falling softly around her glowing cheeks. “Can I tell you a secret?”


“I didn’t kiss you because I needed to know what you were. I kissed you because I wanted to. Because I could barely resist you.”

Kara’s heart dropped, like a stone. “Really,” she said weakly, already imagining what it might feel like to be kissed again. Maddy was intimidating in so many ways, but in ways that made Kara tremble with desire. This woman was too beautiful, too perfect.

The kiss was slow, tentative, their glossy lips touching and pressing euphorically. There were no complaints to be heard as Maddy kissed her harder, tongue slowly exploring deeper. Kara’s hands groped around finding purchase on her slender waist. Oh god, I can actually feel this between my legs.

Maddy pulled away with a drunk look. “We shouldn’t, we’ll mess up your makeup.”

“We can do it again.”

“No, I have a better idea.” Maddy grabbed Kara’s hand. “Over here on the bed.” The blankets and sheets were still in disarray, but Maddy smoothed them out promptly. Kara didn’t have to be asked twice, laying down, careful to not mess up her hair. Maddy came over her, breath hitching, beautiful candy lips kissing here and there, hands carefully lifting Kara’s breasts from her lacey white bra, caressing them, rubbing fingers over her tan areolas.

Kara moaned in response, back arching slightly, relishing the wet suction of Maddy’s lips suckling her. “Will Val mind?”

There was a wet pop. “Not in the least. If I wasn’t his sister he’d be stroking himself at the thought.” Maddy’s hand slid Kara’s white slip up closer to her hips as she went back to sucking, almost baring Kara’s barely covered pussy, which promptly rose against Maddy’s leg in a slow firm grind.

Kara whimpered quietly, pushing her head back into the bed hard, hair forgotten. “Touch my pussy, please, please.” The burning unsatisfied need surged like a tide as Maddy’s teeth teased around her right nipple, nails digging into Kara’s muscled thigh before relaxing and slipping tortuously slow between Kara’s legs. Her fingers delved under Kara’s white lace underwear until they encountered her nub. It throbbed delightfully as Maddy rubbed it in slow lazy circles, every circuit sending shivers of euphoria across Kara’s skin. “Faster. Rub it faster,” Kara gasped. Maddy’s answer was to push her now bare breast against Kara’s lips.


Kara captured the nipple between her lips, tugging and sucking at it. She was rewarded with moaning, and faster stroking, Maddy’s pussy wet and warm bumping against her thigh rhythmically. She managed to find the other breast, tweaking the nipple so that both Maddy’s pussy and fingers began to climb into a slow but desperate crescendo. They came at the same time, their voices raising in a musical cadence, before collapsing like birds wounded in flight, all crumpled wings and soft heaving bodies.


The Snow God: Part 11 (erotic)

This story is rated R. There is no sex in part 11.

The Snow God: Part 1 (erotica),   The Snow God: Part 2 (erotica)The Snow God: Part 3 (Erotica),   The Snow God: Part 4 (erotica),   The Snow God: Part 5 (erotica),   The Snow God: Part 6 (erotica),  The Snow God: Part 7 (erotica),   The Snow God: Part 8 (erotica),  The Snow God: Part 9 (erotica),  The Snow God: Part 10 (erotic)


“Your sister kissed me,” Kara informed Val flatly, planting herself right in front of him, locking eyes. “Furthermore, I’m starting to think you and I aren’t really suitable. So I think I’ll be heading home.” If she wasn’t mistaken it was panic that flickered in his eyes. Good you bastard, panic.

“Kara, why would you say that, what did I do to you?”

“Nothing,” she hissed. “Yet. But Adam told me all about you, and what you did to his sister.” No better place than here in the open.

Val’s jaw loosened with surprise. “Adam?”

She didn’t wait for it to finish sinking in, turning her back on him.

“Kara wait, whatever he told you, it can’t be true.” Val grabbed at her arm, but she shook him off.

“Anyone would say that.” She shot him one last poisonous glance before walking headlong into the crowd. And thank God I don’t have any luggage. The swell of people was thick as she came down the escalator. Kara dodged into them unflinchingly, heading for the wide lighted doors. As she shouldered her way through, the light dimmed under passing clouds. Kara glanced behind but didn’t see Val. The doors whooshed open, a wash of fine snow blowing in, hitting her in the face as she stepped out. I thought it was summer here.

“Want different weather, just wait an hour,” a passerby remarked with a crooked smile. “Typical.”

But Kara felt a strange chill at the base of her spine, slowly working up to her shoulders. The snow was thick now, sudden, blocking out the sky. Kara turned back towards the building, but even that was gone. A shape distinguished before her, a man, running his fingers through his dark hair, smiling that charming smile.

“Adam?” Kara asked weakly.

He was beckoning her, the snow flying furiously through his fingers. Kara stumbled forward and his arms enclosed her, lips coming close to her ear. “Do you know who I am?”

Then blackness.

You’re Izgrid, oh God, you’re Izgrid.

When Kara woke her head lolled against softness, but as she pulled her hands close she could feel the bond around her left wrist.

“You’re awake finally, I must have overdone it a little.” Adam was standing at the bedside, looking slightly concerned.

No, it’s Izgrid, not Adam. How stupid am I.

“What did you do to me?” Kara asked in a croak. “And why is my throat so dry?”

“Because you’ve been asleep a day and a half, much longer than I intended. Here.” He handed her a bottle of water. The sides were clouded with cold and it was frigid to the touch. “I haven’t done anything to you, I’ve only brought you here, that’s all.”


“My sister is here.”

Kara focused on the room as he strode to the other side. Light poured through crevices, then flooded in as he pulled back the door flap. “I apologize in advance for how shitty it is, but at least it’s summer, and the perpetual sun has come back.”

Kara shivered as she gulped down the cold water. “Is your sister really here, or is that just another lie?”

“I haven’t lied to you.”

“You’re Izgrid.” Kara wiped her mouth, glaring at him. “Don’t dare tell me otherwise.”

“Fine, I’m Izgrid, but I haven’t lied about the situation. I don’t know what sort of bullshit Val told you about me, but it isn’t true.”

“If it isn’t true then why in the hell would you kidnap me?”

Izgrid let the door flap fall, plunging the simple room back into gloom. “Val loves you, really loves you. I have a feeling he won’t be so ready to say no this time.”

Kara squeezed her thighs together under the thick fur blanket, the water was having an unwanted effect. Come on, not now, not here. “I don’t know what to think about Val anymore than I know what to think about you.” Kara bit her lip, then added in a very small voice, “I do need to go to the bathroom though.”

Izgrid blinked, but nodded. “Of course, you were out forever. He motioned to a bucket. “As you may have gathered we don’t exactly have a sewer system out here. I’ll wait outside.”

Well at least he’s not a creep enough to watch. Kara played with the cuff around her left hand, twisting it and trying to pull it off to no avail. She gave up and relieved herself, which was a glorious sensation.

“Are you done?”

“Yes.” Kara crawled back under the fur blanket. “Tell me what’s going to happen next.”

“Next, Val will come.” Izgrid ducked back in. “And when he does I shall be ready.”

A howl rose out in the distance, parting from the wind suddenly.

“Ah there he is now.” Izgrid flashed her an excited smile. “You simply sit tight, your knight in shining armor is on his way, just like the idiot he’s always been.” With that he disappeared into the shadows, pulling a cloak over himself quietly, so that even Kara had a hard time distinguishing him from the floor and walls.

“Kara,” Val’s voice drifted breathless, close. It felt like only seconds before he was tearing the door flap down, stocky body filling the small room.

“Val, don’t!” Kara kicked off the fur blanket, trying to stop him, push him back out the door, anything.

But it was too late.

The Snow God: Part 9 (erotica)

This story is rated R. (Part 9 contains no sex)

The Snow God: Part 1 (erotica),   The Snow God: Part 2 (erotica),   The Snow God: Part 3 (Erotica),   The Snow God: Part 4 (erotica),   The Snow God: Part 5 (erotica),    The Snow God: Part 6 (erotica),   The Snow God: Part 7 (erotica),   The Snow God: Part 8 (erotica)


The airport food area was bustling with harried travelers. Kara had left the bags with Val at the terminal, and was now staring at the various food signs, all for things she’d never had.

“The hamburgers over there are good,” a soft voice suggested close to her ear.

Kara swung around. The voice was too familiar, and indeed, it was Adam! She almost tripped backwards, but he caught her by the elbow, hand solid and strong.

“Careful dear. You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

That’s what I thought you were. “You’re real then?”

“You can touch me if you like.” Adam gave her an impish smile. “I like a woman who knows how to run her fingers through my hair.”

Kara smiled back, shaking her head. “No thank you, I have a more serious boyfriend now.”

“So I’ve noticed. There’s something I need to speak to you about. Allow me to buy you a meal.” He motioned at the hamburger joint.

Wariness filled every inch of her chest. “You can talk to me here.”

“No, no. I insist. It was very rude of me to make such sudden and malicious remarks about your more serious boyfriend, especially seeing the shape you were in. I owe you an explanation.” He gave her a gentle push towards the restaurant. “No better place to talk than in public if you’re worried about me.”

“Should I be worried about you?” Kara asked, all while following his lead.

“That depends. Now I think you would like the number four. Go sit, I’ll order.”

She picked a spot next to the divider, watching as he ordered with a charm she couldn’t put her finger on. The cashier was blushing in fact, presumably having received a compliment, nervously brushing her fingers over a thick crop of acne. He left her to grin stupidly at the next costumer, folding his receipt neatly and sticking it in his wallet before grabbing the fountain cup.

“Here, I hope you don’t already have a preference for a certain soda. I got you what I think goes best.” Adam slid the sweating cup of soda to her. “Your flight leaves in half an hour, he’ll be looking for you, so I’ll be quick.”

“How do you know when our flight leaves?”

“We should start at the beginning.” He ran his fingers through his dark hair, looking suddenly uncomfortable. “With my sister.”

“You have the same sister as Val?” Kara guessed.

That made Adam laugh. “No, like night and day.”

“Ah, but you know Val, and his sister.”

“I’m getting there, relax.”

“Tell me then. We only have half an hour. Remember?” Kara gave him a playfully critical look. Holy shit, am I unconsciously flirting with him? That’s bad.

“We’re not related to Val, by blood, but my sister was supposed to marry him. She didn’t. She married his brother.”

He said I was like fire, he was afraid I’d burn him. That explains that. Kara’s brow furrowed and she bit her lip.

“Don’t look so sad. I haven’t finished the story. He was so angry he falsely accused my sister, so that his family would turn against her. As a consequence they locked her away, unjustly so.”

“Locked her away. What are they, the police?” She craned her neck, checking to make sure Val wasn’t close by. Could he really be the bad guy?

“That’s the complicated part. We’re not exactly human. We have our own laws.”

“Not human?”

“There’s your order.” Adam rose. “I’ll get it. Then I have to go.”

“Wait. Why are you telling me this?”

“Because I’m hoping you’ll do my sister a favor.” He came to her side, hand delving in his pocket. “See this.” A beautiful blue glow emanated from his palm. “I need the red one. Val’s sister has it. They’ll never suspect you, not for a second. You must take it and hide it. That is all.” The blue glow disappeared back into his pocket and he gave her a gentle smile. “But failing that, just don’t let Val hurt you.”