Tag: Fantasy

Shiva (OC)

I become aware at a moment where I'm up to my knees in glacial runoff, my rod high behind my shoulder at the line's zenith, and my eyes are instinctively squinting at the dancing reflection of the sun. The fly skips over my head and floats to the water, landing where the sun floats on the river. At that my world and vision became red. Red like a fissure in the earth. Red somewhere between copper and crimson. Red like the sun beaming through the blood in your eyelids.

Ah, that explains it.

It's December. I'm not fishing, I'm in bed. My legs have crawled from cover, there was never a river. My brain renewed the knot with the here and now, and I rolled over. No, I tried to roll over, but my shoulder is pinned. It's that moment that I smell her. Feminine sweat and Tibetan incense, top notes of vodka and oil- all ingredients of the evening prior. I have a strict No Sleepovers rule (more because it distally defends my own self from the knowledge that I do sleep better with an intimate partner than anything else), the liquor had obviously gotten the best of us. She had found my protruding collarbones and made a pillow of them. The sheet had slid off most of her body, but wove through her legs and covered her front and shoulder. I could see the nylon rope from the past evening loosely wound around her exposed ankle. Her ass peeked from the opposite side, it was making me hard. Her knees cocked just right that her back arched slightly and her ass stuck out like an offer. I couldn't help myself. Read more »

In the Empty Lot [mf]

Christmas time was coming closer. Miranda could hardly contain herself the closer it got. While she did adore Christmas, her excitement was about something different.

A few months ago, Paul had become a patient in the office where she worked. He had some back pain from an injury and needed therapy. Miranda, the receptionist, had taken his call and made his appointments. When he came in, one look into his eyes and she was instantly wet. The words she said tumbled out of her mouth, but still she managed to sound professional.

After seeing him for a few weeks, he said that he would be going back to school, so he wouldn’t be in for a couple of months. Miranda’s heart sank. She wanted him so badly; she needed him.
She could tell he felt the same way. The way his eyes would glisten when he’d look at her; the way his fingers twitched when they spoke, and how he seemed to stumble over his words when he talked to her.

As the weeks passed, her anticipation grew. Read more »

Truth & Games [mmf – WIP]

Here’s a preview of a new story I'm working on. It’s… different. I’d love to know what you think!

“Let’s play a game,” Felicity said, as Aaron mixed their third round of Margaritas on her kitchen counter. Though it was late spring, it looked like anything but. The rain was coming down in sheets outside. Sheets.

Ben snorted. “What kind of game? Poker? You hate it. Go Fish?”

Felicity pulled one of her curls out so that she could see it, searching for the grey that would appear one of these years. “I had something different in mind,” she said.

“What?” Aaron said wryly as he splashed tequila liberally into the pitcher,“Spin the Bottle? Truth or Dare?”

“Something a little more like that, I suppose,” said Felicity as demurely as she could manage, reaching down and pulling a tiny clear vial from her purse, which was resting on the floor beneath the table.

“What the hell’s that, Lici?” Ben asked. Aaron placed the lime-green pitcher in the center of table and peered at the little bottle, clearly intrigued.

“Truth serum,” said Felicity and held up the label. “Amobarbital.” Read more »

Fantasy Fulfilled [mmmmf]

Being a big-shot executive was not how Samantha envisioned herself. After college, she'd taken the job at the publishing firm just to pay the bills. 7 years later, here she is, running the place. 16 hour days takes a toll on a woman. She's not had a steady relationship in 5 years, and it's been at least a year since she'd felt the heat of a man's breath in her ear, and the tingle of a man's tongue on the back of her neck.

Samantha was a stunning woman. She wore her dark brown hair short for efficiency's sake. She couldn't stand having to allow time in the day for hair styling. It was easy to see how she could command a room full of middle-aged English professors and bookstore executives. Her bright blue eyes had snatched more than one man's breath from his lungs. Add that to her hourglass figure, flawless skin, and long legs, and you've got the recipe for a woman with amazing powers of seduction. Just to put a cherry on top of it all, she always made sure her cleavage was available, just in case. Read more »

Fantasy night (BDSM MF)

You come in the door after work. I’m kneeling in the living room, in the center of the room, the leather sofa behind me. The one we bought a few years ago, and have had a few, well more then a few, fun nights. Whew! I’m getting a bit flushed just remembering. My hands are on my smooth silky thighs. I’m sitting on my long, tan smooth legs. I’m just out of the shower and shaved just for you. The skin on my knees, lower legs and feet is slowly growing more red and more irritated. But I continue to kneel. I see you walk in through the door. I look up, my long blonde hair cascading down around my face. I shake it out and wait for you to speak.
You simply walk by me and gesture for me to follow. I stand, and slowly start after you. My legs, ankles and knees sore from standing for so long. You lead me to the bedroom. You’ve attached ropes to the four corners of the bed. I smile and lie down on it. You slowly wrap the rope around my right wrist, then the left. I feel you tighten it. I pull, hard. You then work on my legs. You first slip a piece of rope around one ankle. My legs spread wide, almost uncomfortable, you tie down the other one. The bonds are tight, and I quickly realize I’m at your mercy for the foreseeable future. The though sends a pulse of energy through my body. You slowly start stripping. First your white collared dress shirt. Then, your undershirt. I can see your muscles, not bulging, but there, ever present. You’re clearly fit. You slip off your pants and underwear. You smile at me, sadistically.
“You ready?” You lean over me, whispering in my ear. I swallow, nervous and excited. You move down my neck, kissing, sucking on it. I moan softly, yanking on my ropes, wanting to run my hands through your hair, grabbing the back of your neck, but I can’t. You continue your slow sensual tease. Down down down you kiss. You slip my left nipple into your mouth. Sucking, nibbling, sucking, licking. You hear me moan loudly “ohhh master!” I purr You continue kissing, down my tight stomach, down down. You stop just above my pussy. You look up at me with a teasing sadistic smile. You start kissing down my leg, and then up my inner thigh. You get so close. I gasp and arch, moving myself closer to you, but still you tease me. I bite my lip in frustration and arousal. “Please Master!” I say quietly begging. You move down and start kissing up the inside of my other thigh. I moan softly as I watch you get closer and closer. I expect you to keep teasing me. So much to my supprise I feel your tongue on my clit. I let out a slow long moan as I feel you start to lick, slowly, up and down, teasing me, pleasing me. “Oh that feels so good!” I say squirming, trying desperately to orgasm. I yank on the ropes, trying to force you into me, but they hold fast. “uh uhhhh uuhhhhH!” I smile at you. I slowly grind on you, moving my hips up and down. You lean forward and kiss me on my lips. I can feel your erection pushing on my thigh, bulging through your pants. I can tell you’ve had enough. You roughly, desperately, almost animalistically yank your pants down. I gasp as I feel you inside of me. You stretch me, not uncomfortably and slowly and rhymically start to fuck me. Faster, faster. I can see you straining not to cum “Baby, hold out for a few more mintues” I say encouraging you, my own orgasm building. “oh baby! That feels ooohhhhhh” I moan loudly, as I feel an orgasm wash over me. Mere seconds later I feel you cum, deep inside me. You collapse on top of me, exhausted. We lie there for a few minutes. You kiss me, passionately. I return the kiss, our tongues intertwining. You loosen the ropes, starting with my wrists. I wince as I feel the blood returning. I massage them as you undo my ankles I smile “That was pretty hot, I can’t wait for my fantasy night” I say smiling at you

Am I doing this right?

[This is my first attempt at writing in a while, and my first attempt at erotic stuff. Is this how I do it?]

Jill was an amazing girl. I couldn’t help but sneak a peak at her every time she entered the room, it was almost as if I was always waiting for her to turn the corner, to come say hi. Her long blond hair flowing from side to side as she walked, washing her scent everywhere she goes. She was tall but just slightly shorter than I, slender, and had these delicious perky breasts. Her ass was great too, she hit the gym regularly and almost made her walking away from me worthwhile.

I hit on her occasionally, you know, just in case she ever changed her mind and became interested in me. For now though, we were just friends, but definitely not by my choosing. I would take her back to my room on a heartbeat if she wanted to. I liked powerful women. She was the RA in the college dorm I recently moved into and lived one flat below me. She was in charge of organizing all the events for us (she liked to party, so these were great) and had keys to all the rooms in case of emergency or, more likely, we should lock ourselves out in our drunken stupor. Read more »

Could I Get Some Constructive Criticism On My New Project?

I've spent the last two months putting together a Choose Your Own Adventure style erotic ebook. I've had the idea for years, and the ebook format is ideal for something like this.

I call it Your Fantasy. These books put you in charge of your fantasy.

Links at the end of each chapter give you choices on what you'd like the character to do. This first one is pretty rudimentary, but if it works out, I'd like to do more in depth ones.

I'd love for you guys and gals to take a look and let me know what you think. Thanks in advance!!

Here are the kindle, ebook, and docx files.

Substitute handjob

all characters depicted are fictional

"Noemi, since you're done with your assignment can you organize these overhead slides for me?"

"Yes Mr. Stoddle," I smiled. I'd do anything for you, Mr. Stoddle. Not only are you a total babe but you're a substitute teacher, and an easy one too. Nothing brightens up my day like seeing you instead of one of the bespeckled lifers. I plop down in the teacher's chair and start organizing the slides, glancing at him occasionally.

He's a skinny white guy and had a nicely trimmed beard. He can't be older than twenty-seven. Once he had his shirt sleeves rolled up, and as I was checking out his meaty forearms I noticed the hint of a half-sleeve tattoo. Ever since then I've been crushing on him harder than any teacher at the school. His smile made lines in his face stand out and came slow, so I could see his lips expand and jaw tighten. Read more »

[mf] [noncon] A Hunter’s Touch: Chapter 1

Thanks for reading! If there's interest, I'll continue posting the chapters.

.Please note that this story contains noncon elements, including attempted centaur rape…fair warning!

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I've lost count of the days.

I woke up in the dark. All I could feel was the moist, squishy dirt against my face. After a few moments, I became aware of a dancing fire in the distance. I lifted my head, hair plastered to my cheeks and forehead, and scanned the horizon. ¬ Twenty-odd centaurs sat on their fat haunches around a campfire, roasting an unidentified animal on a spit. A rather large unidentified animal. I gulped and lowered my head back into the mud. I realized I was quite naked, gagged, and pitifully hog-tied to a small flowering bush.

I began a quiet struggle against my bonds, vicious ropes that cut into the tender skin of my wrists. I rubbed one wrist so raw that I cried out into my gag, a cloth jammed into my mouth secured by another wrapped round my head. Although my cry was muffled, it was loud enough to alert one of the centaurs that I was conscious. Read more »

Ebook publishing for erotica with noncon and borderline bestiality

Hi, I am about to publish an erotica story as an ebook! I can't wait to share it, but I have some questions for more seasoned publishers.

My story includes some triggers like noncon and possible bestiality (it's a fantasy, and involves a rather violent band of centaurs.) How can I make sure these issues are highlighted so that those with trigger issues will know not to read it? I really enjoy writing these racy scenes, but it's important to me that people who might be disturbed by them are alerted.

I know that Amazon has started cracking down on the more "questionable" content like incest, non-consent, and bestiality, but that their biggest concern is keeping their storefront clean. Apparently, if you keep your titles and descriptions pretty innocuous they don't mind as much. I also heard that B&N is much more open to these themes. However, if I post a clean-ish title and description, other than the tags, how will I protect those with triggers against those scenes in my book?

Any advice would be greatly appreciated!