Dear reader,
Dusk.
A candle flickers, is it winking at me? As I sit here in the study/TV room, wrapped in an ornate silk showpiece from my extensive foreign wardrobe, legs & lips waxed and oiled, toes freshly polished cherry red, my sweet lapdog Lisa curled beside me (also primped, for those wondering! A woman is only as good as her bitch! ;) ) I must confess, I am ab-so-lutely titillated by the thought of you reading my work. The mere inkling that my “dirty little secrets” could inspire your orgasms moistens me to the point of needing to fetch a Shout wipe for this kimono! :-P
I have always loved five things: Literature. Romance. Horses. Freedom of Speech. God.
I am working on my first “Novelita”, which attempts to merge all of those throbbing passions and penetrate them into a single gaping orifice: HORSETHROB.
This collection of three romps includes: -One stunningly sexy “free write” -A breathtaking romantic “period piece” set in ITALY! (What’s this?! An Italian pleasure that isn’t made of carbs! Hee-hee!) -A “contemporary feminist porn fiction” that will leave you empowered AND sopping up your delicious juices.
What makes the collection COHESIVE is that you can always count on a main character transforming into a horse.
My inspirations include: my extensive travels, my many lovers, Pinterest, and horses (also other large animals.)
I await feedback from my readers… my hope is that OUR relationship can be one of my most INTIMATE yet. Imagine your reactions as the steel bit in my mouth, trust that I will be forcefully and gracefully led by your firm but GENTLE opinions. Like a horse, I communicate best when in sync with my partner. No need to write hateful comments, PLEASE not in the form of reviews. PM or PING me! Xox
Yours in Love & Naughty Thoughts ~”Vivica”
TODAY I WILL SHARE THE “FREE WRITE”
The Chestnut mare whinnied and buck, shaking her forelimbs up and jouncing the slightness of her newly shod upper hooves. I had been watching this she-horse from my window for the last six weeks. My bosoms perked and pointed beneath my fresh starched cotton gown, my tight nipples grazing the cold pane. My vision clouded by my heat. Tonight I let the equestrian awe take hold. I felt the long horsen muscles in me snag and flare. I slipped my hand into my bloomers and pressed past my thick lips, slicked my pinkie finger inside my heat, and let my thumb work the nub of my firm small clitoris, heart-shaped from birth) I rubbed and penetrated myself with my thin fingers and wished I could be larger. Wished to have the hoof of a she-horse to pound me.) Just then, I drank potion. It moved through me. I pulsed and writhed, transforming into a horse. Turned out, I drank horse potion. Three years ago, when I wore my hair in two braids and my biggest concerns were the chalk-board politics of Mr. Unger’s one room schoolhouse, I would have considered this a BAD potion. Back when I was young and simple and only expected to find love and sexual fulfillment through a same-species relationship. How dumb WAS I!? I know. After I turned into a horse I threw myself at the door, opening it with my broad chest, ropey with muscle. I ran across the field with my four huge legs, my tail swishing over my huge buttocks, whipping my pussy just a little, making me come. I came, for the first time as a female horse for 6 minutes straight. My glistening amber fur was all wet with my juice by the time I arrived at the Mare I’d been lusting for. But the puffs of air through her velvet nostrils showed me she didn’t mind. And that night, when I cuddled with the Mare after sharing hay and six more orgasms, I looked up at the barn roof. I realized, I didn’t know how long this potion will last… It could be over soon. Or it could be a potion that lasts forever. Those are the two types of potion… and now, in the weirdest twist ever, I want the potion that lasts forever (typically the kind that people look down on.) Anyway you see it, It is fair to me. I mount my she-horse before sleeping, needing to grind off one more cum onto her huge, rough, pube-stubbled horse cunt before falling asleep
Category: sexystories
[Les] The New Girl [trap]
“Come on, bitch, live a little!” Sarah said, nudging me in the ribs as she waved at the two girls. “Forget about your dick ex-husband, forget about his stupid fucking cunt girlfriend, and let your fucking hair down for a change.”
Sarah had a mouth on her like nobody else I knew. Tall and quick, but slender as a broomstick and an unrepentant and completely open lesbian, when bullies tried cowing her in high school her fists were of little use, so she learned to use her mouth instead, and she did it well.
“She’s actually pretty nice, …” I protested weakly as I sipped from my cranberry vodka.
“Apart from the homewrecking?” Sarah suggested as she gestured to the bartender for some jelly shooters.
“Obviously.” I said with a shrug.
Somehow Sarah had talked me into going out with her tonight, to The Pink Cavern, the town’s foremost lesbian bar. It was more of a club, really, and the bright lights and hopping music had a tendency to ensnare cruisers from Sorority Row who were either oblivious to what the place was, or looking for a thrill. Tonight was no different, and on the dance floor a small clump of coeds in short skirts were dancing along, strong drinks and handsy moves lavished on them by the regular clientele.
Against the tree [str8][Mf][exh]
I met her at her place and she was ready to leave right away. She was looking cute, wearing a long coat and her hair up in pigtails. We left and she led me to a park five minutes from her place. It was dark and the park was mostly deserted, someone was practicing not far from us but out of sight, a clarinet or saxophone maybe. She looked at me and backed against a tree, pulling me to her so I pinned her, and started kissing me.
I reached inside her coat, not breaking the kiss, hands on her sides and up to cup her breasts while we made out. No bra, she knows what I love. She finally broke off and pushed me back slightly, and shrugged out of her coat, letting it drop to the ground at her feet at the base of the tree. She had on a tight little blouse, that I had felt before. Her nipples hard and just visible, poking through. A cute little necktie, not like a man’s, like a tied silk. And a little schoolgirl skirt. Now I saw that her socks only reached up to just below the knee, hidden before by the coat. If possible, I got even harder than I already was.
Brother and Sister Roleplay
I created this the other day thinking about if I had a sister. Sadly I only have brothers, I think the taboo is beyond hot! If you like it I have the other half of the story that I would love to pass on to you. Anyways, take a read:
Being home blew. So. Fucking. Hard.
Okay, I couldn’t blame my parents, honestly, they helped put me through college and in the process lost their gorgeous, three bedroom, three story country house and now live in a slummy two bedroom house in town. Since my sister is just now in her senior year of high school she still lives at home, so she’s afforded the second bedroom as my parents have the other.
Which means I’m relegated to the living room couch. Which, again, isn’t terrible, and most of this is the thesis of a first world problem, but sometimes I hate the loss of privacy.
In the old home during my late, sleepless nights I’d splay out on my king sized bed, basking in the light of my laptop screen with my basement bedroom door closed, away from everyone, fervently jacking off to whatever erotic videos I could find on the internet. Sometimes I’d even get daring and hope on cam and let some lucky lady see my youthful stomach clench up as I softly moan and spray cum all over my happy trail, and chest.
[Str8] Our First Time [XP; short]
As he drops his pants, I can see through his boxers that he’s already erect. I clutch to his jacket as I scramble backwards along my bed. It smells of books and patience and knowledge, all captured in the quiet tweed.
“What’s wrong?” he asks.
“You know what’s wrong.” I say. I want to scream it. He knows. He _should_ know. He _KNOWS_.
Sheepishly he sits down at the edge of the bed, turning his manhood away from me. A sweet gesture, but now? Too little, I fear.
“I know.” he says with a gentle smile. “I thought you wanted this, though?”
“I do.” I say, gripping his jacket tight to cover my naked body, “But I don’t.”
“I’ll go gently?” he promises. “You can tell me to stop at any time?”
Slowly, warily, I lower the jacket.
“And you’ll stop?” I ask, and he nods.
“I’ll stop.”
I nod as well, and let the jacket fall away.
He gives me a smile as he kisses my knee.
“Is this okay?”
I nod.
He kisses my knee again, on the inside this time.
“And this?”
[ff] Sisterhood [twinc]
Lily looked sleepily up into Ella’s wide open sky blue eyes.
“What now?” she asked, stifling a yawn.
“He’s _such_ a fucking jerk.”
Lily yawned openly. Ella waking her up in the middle of the night to complain about her latest boyfriend was hardly news to her, and interesting it was not.
“What did this one do?” she said with disinterest as she rolled over to her side, away from her sister.
Ella huffily snuggled up with her. “He wanted to know if I’d have a threesome with you and him.”
Lily yawned again. “The baseball captain? Of course he’s a freak.”
“You don’t know the half of it”, Ella sallied, “I haven’t even gone to second base with this guy.” She kissed Lily familially on the shoulder. “I mean, if we had been going out for a while, and actually doing it and stuff, I guess I might have asked you, but just like that?”
Lily shrugged. “It’s too much.”
“_Way_ too much.” Ella agreed, wrapping herself and her sister up in the covers.
Under the covers, Lily turned around to face her sister.
All the power: A bit of background [Str8] [fantasy] [no sex]
*Author’s note: There are some elements to the background of this story which would be incredibly difficult, if not impossible, to shoehorn into the story itself. To solve that problem, I have written this. It a short piece which is intended as an overview for some of the background. It does not go into great detail; it’s a brief overview. Links to the actual stories will be included in a comment.*
*The piece contains no sex, and it is set outside of the realm of our story. The setting is a college lecture hall, thousands of years after the events depicted in the story….*
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The professor clicked a button on his laptop, advancing a slide. The new slide read: “History of the Trasian Empire: The Rise of Emperor Athello IV, aka His Supremacy.”
“OK, so.” The professor paused and pushed his glasses up from the bridge of his nose. “Even though Tras had a history going back over a millennium, when most people hear “Tras” they think of Athello IV. His Supremacy. His reign was a brief, strange period in the history of the world – and in the history of Tras itself.”
[MF] MOM: A Sudsy Dilemma [Taboo][Illustrated][Vignette]
“Mom, I know you said it was okay to stay and talk because you’re taking a bubble bath, but…” Steve hesitated a bit, clearly distracted by the lovely vision before him. “I can kinda see everything….”
Candace emitted a knowing, self-satisfied grin. She was well aware of what parts of her body were and were not visible and she was quite enjoying teasing her stepson. She was also well aware of the growing bulge in his pants. Her sudsy frolicking was having the desired effect on him.
Candace lifted her legs straight into the air, soapy foam streaming down them. She ran her hands slowly down the backs of her thighs.
“Yet you’re still here watching me…”
As her hands rounded her supple buttocks, Candace gripped her hips and dug her elbows in, lifting her freshly shorn sex just above the water line.
“Why is that?” she asked, wiggling her tush before letting it settle back down into the water. She knew the answer of course, but she loved seeing Steven squirm…
[XP] Hate fuck [ff] [bdsm] [fdom] [fantasy]
“Bed so soon, sweet one? Or did you want – something else?”
The pillow soared through the air with a swish, and hit the tall woman true, right in her dark pink-skinned face. As the pink, frilly throw fell to the ground, it revealed a wicked grin playing over her ruby red lips, her glittering emerald eyes framed by jet black eyebrows falling hungrily on Alice. With a throw of her long, lazily curling hair, she stepped up to the bed, narrow hooves on the end of long, slender legs clicking against the hardwood floor.
“You would like it rough, is that what you are trying to tell me?”
When she grinned, her white teeth shon like pearls between her pillowy lips, and the way she crinkled her button nose made Alice want to hit her with a brick.
“What I’m trying to tell you”, Alice said with all the patience she could muster, “is that I would _like_ for you to _fuck off!_”
Adventures in Aquamarine [Mdom] [ fsub] [bdsm]
The whisk scraped harshly against the side of the bowl, echoing throughout the still house. Rain pattered on the windows, in the typical northwest fashion, with a steamy haze on the windows betraying the chill in the air outside. Within these four walls however, all was toasty and warm. Emma hummed to herself as she poured the last of the filling into the pie shell and began to weave together the strips of crust on top.
She wore teal panties which clung to and revealed glimpses of her pert ass within the twisting straps and a simple white apron that did little to keep her bosom from bursting forth, confident that her actions in the kitchen would rouse him from slumber soon enough. Aside from those two items, she only wore her collar, a simple leather affair, designed for play more so than fashion. The house was filled with the scent of cinnamon, with just the slightest hint of brown sugar making itself known. Flour coated her hands, with little puffs of powder along her abdomen and thighs where she’d been careless in wiping away excess. Her long hair was bound up in a simple ponytail to keep it out of the way.