Rodry took out Sylmi's letter and set it next to her own blank paper. It had felt weird going into that little shop to buy writing supplies, but no one had spared her a second look. She was used to trying to attract attention and it had never been particularly difficult. Getting to feel unassuming now and then was somehow comforting. She knew it pretty much by heart but started reading to plot out her reply. *** Dear Rodr...

Sylmi was laying naked next to her, on her side, with her head resting on her right hand. That girl could really pose. Rodry had suggested she could find work as a model for painters, but she had laughed her off. Now she was looking at her inquisitively. "I don't think I've ever asked you how you ended up here," she finally said. "It's not much of a story, really," Rodry started but felt compelled to go on. It was nice sh...

"I'm sorry, did you say you need an 'adventuring companion?'" she asked incredulously. "Mistress Globb, does this guy know he's in a whorehouse?" Her halfling boss shrugged. "My team and I are embarking on a short-term quest in the mountains," the fellow explained. "We've got good intel of hidden treasure. But you know, adventuring is stressful business. It can cause friction, tension. So we've decided that hiring a wh......

She wasn't the most popular girl at the brothel, but she brought steady work. Even here at the borderlands, she was seen as exotic - not because her kind was that rarely seen in these parts, but because half-orcs very rarely worked as prostitutes. So there was always demand. Some were turned on by the slightly greenish shade of her skin; some by her strength; some were women who were under the impression that procuring he...

Samuel yawned wide and stretched each of his eight legs. His eyes began to adjust to the dark of the hovel he’d wandered into the night previous before promptly falling into a slumber. Or at least, he believed it a hovel. In the dim light of night, a warm hole is a warm hole. And a warm hole had never lead him wrong before. Besides, his sense of touch was a far greater asset than his eyes. Of which, each was worse than th...

“So, do you want to?” he asked her late one night, as she was mid-shift getting ready for bed. She gave him her serpent eyes and a slow blink. He lowered his gaze out of respect and muttered an apology and let her finish her shift so that she could get into the coiling pose that they liked to sleep in. His hands caressed her sleek cobra scales as she wound herself around him. He had fallen asleep before he remembered to r...

My heels tapped under the desk, fidgeting uncomfortably, my pussy squirming with desire as I waited for the creature to begin our morning routine.  God, I’d even stayed awake thinking about it, needing to touch myself just to settle into sleep.  I could barely look at the girl, pale and jittering, like a lost baby-faced lamb as she filled out the forms with trembling hands. The dark-haired beauty wore this flowery sun-dre...

1.   The news spread across Blaenau that It Lurks in the Cinema was finally being shown at the Holo-Plex Cinema. Parent groups demanded it be banned for its excessive gore and sexuality. People online said it was an extremely good homage to eighties horror. The eighteen-year-old Tyra Bird was dying to watch it. Tyra was five feet tall, had cobalt eyes, shoulder-length caramel hair and rocked a 28H cup. She was a music stu...

The tentacle pushed up inside of me, twirling around, bringing me right unto the cusp of climax before bringing me back down, slowing and easing, all so that the pain could start again. The dull throb of denial ached, my clit sore, my cunt battered and pleading for it to stop and then for release, again and again since I’d awakened.  It had been days… Already I hated how much I wanted her touch, each time tricked by my bo...

Scream. Hate. Cum. We are these entities, slipping, grinding, groveling, each dominated by the other, down and down until the lowest worships at the feet of everything that might be called existence. We drain, suck, and savor, punishing and pushing each other into greatness, into the one. Dagoth the Defiler. Incarnate and eternal.  The strongest perched atop a pyramid extending across our territory.  America.  Let the old...

For the first time in his career, the Governor found himself wholly unable to speak.  The mansion had been like a thousand other fundraising opportunities, only the house remained empty, the sounds of sex cacophonous as soon as he entered through the door. He had been invited by Heather De Goth, the up-and-coming political consultant known more for her fiery red hair and voluptuous curves than any actual accomplishment. B...

“Are you okay Olivia?” Nicole said. “I told you not to do shrooms before we went.” “I’m fine…” But it came out in a haze. The steam was getting to me, the hot water rising up through every pore, as though the mushrooms were cooking inside of my mind. Beneath the water in the whirlpool, I thought I sensed something. It curled around my leg, jolting me up and away from its hard and glassy grip on my thighs. I would touch do...

The sphere slid inside of me, gyrating and whirring, pounding against my pussy as Kent spoke, oblivious to what had happened.  “So first there’s a tasting…” I couldn’t concentrate. That purple imitation, just a little larger than a real grape, had traveled down my thumb, following down my skin as though attached magnetically.  It tickled, ridged, yet glass-like, astonishing me with how easily it traversed my body. It spun...

“Are you going to ever show us those?” Meredith said, looking down at my breasts.  All of my girlfriends, Meredith, Sarah, and Kinsey were waiting expectantly for me to take off my sundress. They were already naked, laying out towels on the large standing rocks before Lake Travis.   Only Kinsey really knew what I’d gone through. I’ve always had large tits, the kind that seemed perfectly sized and proportioned when I was a...