The Master and his Pixies [fantasy, mdom, pixies]

The sun is setting…

I groan softly.

As it often does these days my mind wanders. My life has become so different from what it used to be that I still sometimes find it hard to believe. We are taught many things as we are growing up. Humanity has learned so much about the universe we have deluded ourselves into thinking we understand far more than we do.

Humans have progressed steadily from the beginning.

Wrong.

There is no magic.

Wrong.

The truth is that humanity has risen to peaks before. We have learned to master great forces in the past only to see destruction rage and our knowledge being lost. You doubt me. Of course you do. But as I look around at my castle the proof is rather obvious. You are wrong.

I groan again.

A small sweet little voice pulls me back to the present.

”Nooooooo…. Tooo big.”

That would be Pink. The sweetest one. She does not have a hostile or mean bone in her body. So of course she is the target for all the others. Cause while I do love them most of the rest can be nasty little bitches far too often. But being hungry can do that to a pixie.

[MF] I got into an erotica writing battle on twitter. 1000 word sexy story involving a movie. My entry is called “Guardians of the Phalluxy”

Hey, just having battle with @SDavisBooks. We are using Reddit to judge what we did. You can follow me on twitter @kafkarotica and read more at www.kafkarotica.com

Guardians of the Phalluxy

They played an odd game of hopscotch to avoid the numerous soda stains on the floor. Coral had worn a shortish skirt with heels for date night, making her mini-leaps risky. She followed the rope lights on the floor until she arrived halfway up the near-empty amphitheatre. Then, changing her mind, kept walking to the top row, her boyfriend following.

"This floor is a garbage heap," she said.

"There is no garbage on the floor," Mylo responded, confused. English was not his first language, so he often took her too literally.

"So what is this movie about again?" Coral asked as they nuzzled into the bucket seats, lifting the armrest between them for extra intimacy.

"It is a comic book movie," Mylo said. “It is—how do you say?—images are not real."

Coral latched onto Mylo’s rippling bicep and smiled. "Fantasy. It’s a fantasy.”

"Thank you," Mylo said.

Your perfect fantasy.

You walk in looking sexy as hell. I make you strip for me. Slowly savoring the moment. Once your down to just your underwear I pull you to me. Sit you on top of me. Almost instinctively you start moving and grinding. I smirk knowing where this is going to go. I place my hands on your hips. Gently slowly moving up. I get to your bra and begin to unhook it. You slap my hands away. I lower my hands pulling you into me. Kissing your neck. Biting your lips. Kissing my way down to your breasts. Take it off I say. You follow orders. I cup your breasts kissing sucking biting. Your hands move under my shirt feeling my body lifting my shirt over my head. I pull you in again whispering what I'm going to do into your ear. I feel your leg twitch on mine. You stand up and bend over. Pulling your underwear down for me. One had caressing your back my other one makes it's way to you. Already wet. I lightly tease around the edges. Then slip one finger in just barely. You try to push back begging for more. My free hand pushes you away. You look back at me longingly. I slowly move my finger teasing feeling your anticipation. I add another. Again just barely. I slowly push deeper feeling your wet warmth. I pull you closer keeping fingers still but moving you. I start moving and rotating fingers hitting the spot over and over. Your leg shakes. I stop. You look at me almost upset. I pick you up feeling you wet against my body. I carry you to the bed lay you down turn my back. You sit up about to ask what. Without looking just listening I tell you to be quite and lay down. You follow. You look on the bed and see two dress ties. I come back something In hand you can't see what. I lift a tie and cover your eyes. I pick up the other and tie your hands above your head. You feel nothing. I'm not touching you at all. I kiss your lips then your neck then your breasts. You feel me moving down. Anticipation. I hover right over. You feel me breathing begging me to do it. I kiss your leg move to your ankle. You sigh. I start kissing up your leg again my lips gently grazing your pussy. Again nothing. I reach my hand under your back and kiss your neck. My hand gently caressing your body. Then by your surprise lightly touch your beautiful wet lips. You let out a gasp. I slowly circle around your clit. And again push my fingers into you. I move my mouth over my fingers. And gently bit your wet lips. Pulling. And sucking. Hour legs tighten around my head. I know you want to grab my hair. You start to wiggle arms. Stop I demand. You again listen. You feel nothing just my absence. Then cold around your breasts. Then lower. The room smells of chocolate. You feel me suck and lick around getting every drop off. Then a pressure. Me just gently teasing you barely putting it in. You move hips to push me deeper. I push into you. Your back arches. I move slow making every push count and pull out almost completely teasing you of the thought of leaving.

Howls of Lust II [fantasy, werewolf, blood, force, WF]

Midnight…

Juliet waits.

It has been 2 months since her first encounter with the creature she now calls ‘my wolf’. In that time she has changed. Everyone has commented on it. She has become much more forceful. Juliet was never someone you would call a shrinking violet but the differences were stark. In the last month she has dumped her long-term boyfriend. Found a new job. Completely revamped the operation of her parent’s farm and more.

Her emotions were all over the place. Some days she was just giddy and filled with life. Taking joy in every little task and smiling with ease. Other days she worried. Snapped. Isolated herself from everyone and heaven help anybody who attempted to lure her out. She was intense. Everybody said so.

Juliet was aware of all of this. Only she knew why.

Him.

Some days she swore to herself that she would leave. Get on a plane and get as far away from him as possible. But no matter how many times she reached for the phone she could not bring herself to do it.

Working on a collection of scifi/fantasy/horror erotic short stories! Looking for a bit o’ feedback.

So, as the title says, I've started work on a collection! I'm about a third of the way finished, with all eleven stories fleshed out, and only the actual writing to be done. And now I'm basically just looking for as much feedback as possible as I move towards self-publishing.

What follows is the very first part of the very first story: Heretic's Regiment This little preview is decidedly SFW–the steamy stuff doesn't come until a little bit later. Let me know what you gals (and guys) think! Feel free to rip it apart or praise it to high heaven–I'll appreciate it either way XD

Also, if you like what you see and want to be a Beta reader down the road (could be a while!), feel free to message me and we'll get to know each other a little bit better!

Heretic's Regiment

The Beach After Labor Day [m,f]

It never fails. I feel like I'm constantly waiting on my friends. But by now I know the routine well enough not to expect them to follow through with the plans that we made. I check my phone. Sure enough, Amy texted me "sorry Lo. gotta work. lunch later?" I'm only here for the week and so far I've barely seen her. But it could be worse. At least she lives close to the beach. And by now I knew the best route to get to West Palm Beach with limited traffic and ample parking. So I change into my blue and white bikini, threw on some shorts and a tank top, grabbed my beach bag still packed from the day before and headed out the door.

I drive the short drive to the parking lot, park the car, grab my bag, and set off to the same spot I had been going for the past three days. My sandals come off the minute the concrete ends as I walk toward the lone umbrella sticking out of the sand. Seemingly miles away from anyone else. I spread out my blanket, set my bag on top of it, and strip down to my bikini. I lay down and pull my book out of my bag, enjoying the view of the nearly empty beach. I purposefully plan my yearly trip to see Amy the week after Labor Day so that everyone else is back at work and the kids are back in school. Much more peaceful that way. I find my bookmark and resume reading.

The Howls of Lust [fantasy, werewolf, blood, force, WF]

It is 6 pm…

Full moon tonight.

I can feel it already. Tugging at me. Calling to me. All these years and with everything I have learned it still feels the same. I’m edgy. Snapping at people who don’t really deserve it.

It has been nearly 10 years since my life changed. A hunting trip up north into Canada. My buddies were the kinds of guys who really loved to get away from everything so we were really north. Hunting with bows. Makes the odds a little more even. Ok so most of us carried a big pistol in case we ran into something seriously dangerous but we hunted the way man has hunted for thousands of years.

This time something was hunting us. Took its time about it too. For two full days we knew something was out there. It did not strike until the third. All I really remember are the screams, gun shots and a mouth full of teeth clamping down on my ankle. Then a huge crack as a support beam for the porch was broken. Most of the roof came down on me.

A light bondage foreplay fantasy I had

My boyfriend loves lingerie. If I wear a garter belt and stockings, that’s all it takes. We’re going on vacation with his family this weekend and I plan on giving a surprise light bondage fucking in the hotel. We’ve already engaged in some tying up. I love getting spanked and slapped on the face or ass, by his hand or cock. Love having my hair pulled. I come the easiest when he’s pulling my hair like crazy and slapping me in the face with his cock. So, I feel confident about introducing a more structured approach to sex.

Once we’re in our hotel room, I’ll go to the bathroom for a few moments and change into the garter belt and stockings. No underwear, no bra. I’ll come out of the bathroom and just start posing for him while he understands what’s going on and starts to get hard. I’ll give him a few pieces of light, cut-up t-shirt material. Then I’ll have him tie my ankles together, then my wrists, and then place one piece in my mouth as a light gag. Then I’ll kneel on a pillow on the floor and he will start to slap my face with his cock and hand, pulling my hair, and calling me a cock-loving whore, which drives me crazy. Because I’ll be able to use some of my mouth, I’ll lick the pre-cum off the tip and then when there’s more, he will spread it on my cheeks and lips. When he wants, he’ll start slapping my ass and continue pulling my hair.

My Girlfriend Goes for a Walk [exhibitonism][forced][humiliation][teen][mf][oral][cum][facial]

This isn't a particularly nice story. Also it may lead into some cuckold stuff, I'm exploring that lately.

She walked in front of me, about six feet ahead. Her ass swayed in those tiny jean shorts and the white shirt she was wearing. It was really an undershirt when you looked at it. The middle of the shirt curved in slightly, exposing the sides of her swaying breasts with every movement, lacking a bra. They were downright visible from the side view. Her legs looked long and smooth in the shoes she was wearing, and her midriff peaked out from where the shirt ended. So much skin, I thought. I relished the looks she would get. Every guy that walked past her did a double take after they had passed, to get a nice look at her amazing ass swinging in those tight blue jean shorts.

I walked up to her after a bit.

“Flash someone”, I said. She looked over at me, her eyes widening. “Are you crazy? Why do you want people to see…”

“Flash someone or your skirt is coming off”

Neutral Ground [MF][Religious][Fantasy][Some fantasy battle at the beginning][angels][demons]

This is the first thing I've written in a long while. As always, any and all comments and constructive criticism are greatly appreciated. Please let me know what you think!


Limbo. A blasted, war-torn hellscape. Any buildings that might have stood there had long since collapsed, shattered by the ravages of a war as ancient as the universe itself. A layer of ash covered everything, raining from black clouds hanging low in the sky. The few crimson shafts of sunlight that managed to pierce the thick layer of volcanic dust scattered before they could touch the ground, burying the entire plain in perpetual twilight. The ash fell swift and silent, muting any sound that might come from the desolation.

There, Lailah was fighting for her life. She fell from the sky, plummeting toward a distant spot in the remains of planet Earth. Humanity had died eons ago, leaving an empty world behind, a dry husk. But the gods they’d worshipped, their servants, and their enemies, were immortal. Which included Lailah, even if she didn’t particularly feel immortal at that moment.