Tag: Fantasy

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!

Master of Castle Oscarshall Part III [mf] [bdsm]

Part 3:

Sabrina awoke in a haze, her eyes out of focus. Her panties were on, her hair didn't feel like the mess she expected. She sat up and looked around the room. No Jean in sight. Sabrina ambled out of bed and into the hallway. She didn't hear anything or see anyone. She began to think maybe last night's events had been a dream.

Sabrina pushed the door to the bathroom open and sat down on the toilet to pee. Ouch! Sabrina stood back up as she felt a sting from the toilet seat. She peered at her ass in the mirror – faintly visible fingerprint marks remained on her cheeks. Jean must have really been there. She shuddered – where was Jean now? Had he left her again? Sabrina was so sick of being alone. She choked back tears as she sat back on the toilet.

A few minutes later, Sabrina stepped out of the bathroom and strolled down the hall to foyer. The kitchen was located on the end of castle away from the sleeping quarters. From across the foyer, Sabrina heard sizzling. Jean? Read more »

[mf] A Gift a Girl Can Give (Fantasy-Themed BJ story)

Arden awoke to the sound of creaking wood. Someone’s at the door. The cobwebs were purged from his thoughts in an instant as hard-learned lessons about what happened to those caught sleeping flashed through his head. He sat up straight upon the divan he’d fallen asleep on and made sure his dagger was still at his side where he’d left it. An agonizing moment passed as the rusty doorknob on the front door grated in the silence.

Lyara stepped smiling into the shop-turned flat they shared with their accomplices, Anya and Lendin. “He’s nearly well and coming home tomorrow,” The dark-haired half-elf said, nearly skipping as she came to plop down next to him on the couch.

“We’ll have to throw him a party,” Arden said, the tense moment evaporated by the good news and the return of his beautiful companion.

“We can even afford to get wine that comes with a label!” Lyara said, her eyes going to the safe hidden behind a false panel in the wall.

“Many a thief has been caught by flashing the rewards of their labor.”

“The job was three weeks ago,” Lyara protested as she leaned against him with her eyes pleading. Read more »

The Pool: Part 1 [mf]

Part 2

My mom brought me home from the hospital on a Friday and just nine days later our next door neighbor, Mrs. Best, brought home her newborn daughter. Candace and I used to play when we were babies. She even invited me to her birthday parties until she turned 12 and started getting tits. After that I was just "zit-face", "nerd", or "dummy" to her and that's if she even deigned to acknowledge my existence. I'm not even sure she remembered my name was really Greg. Now we were both 18 and I was heading to college in the fall. Candace was going to stay home for another year as she'd been too involved with her latest boyfriend and subsequent breakup to get in to a decent school.

Just the week before the events of this story I watched her eighteenth birthday party from my bedroom window. As usual she was surrounded by boys all hoping her bikini top would come off. She dove off the diving board again and again showing off her body and the way those lovely tits bounced. She would laugh and the boys would call out, "Do a back flip Candy!", "Do a swan dive Candy!" and she'd preform for them. My cock was so hard in my underwear I thought it would explode. But I wasn't going to be the pathetic peeping tom, jacking myself to the pretty girl next door. Instead I logged on to World of Warcraft to get my mind of my throbbing dick. Read more »

Vacation – Part 5 of 8 ( mF mFF Inc Mother/Son Aunt/Nephew Coercion)

Kristin left us – Aunt Karen on her knees, me slouched back on the sofa with my legs spread apart and Mom standing off to the side, just as naked as we were – while she hooked her camera up to her computer and started transferring the movie she had just made.

Once that was started, she made an announcement.

"Karen, honey, I'm afraid your good times are over. You'll be spending tonight in your bedroom, alone, like all women should, the night before they lose their virginity. And, to make sure you are suitably eager, we're going to take measures to be sure you don't do anything that might ruin your appetite."

Kristin's measures turned out to be a full set of leather manacles, which she had Mom and I buckle on to Aunt Karen's wrists and ankles and then to the corner posts of the wrought iron bed frame, leaving my aunt naked, spread eagle and helpless.

"We'll order some supper, later on. Until then, we're going to leave you alone to think about tomorrow. Okay?" Read more »

First post, Stranger fantasy

I had seen him several times before but for some reason he really kept my attention. Whether it was the sweat dripping off his silky tan body or maybe the way his gym shorts happened to be just tight enough to see the bulge, I knew I needed him. I had seen him staring at me so I knew he would be interested. After writing my address down on the back of the gym business card, I strutted over to him, leaned in and while gently placing the card in the band of his shorts, I whispered, "I don't care who are, but he is my address. Be there quickly or I might start without you." With that I winked and strutted out the door.

My pace was quick as I walked to my apartment, and once I was there, I stripped and lied down on the bed. I was already wet just thinking about him. The smooth silky skin, those bulging muscle, his brown messy hair damp with sweat, and of course that bulge in his gym shorts. It wasn't long after I began pleasuring myself that my Adonis came in. I continued to pleasure myself as he undressed and revealed his long, thick cock that was ready for action. Read more »

A Fantasy Once Fulfilled

Sometimes your fantasies don’t measure up to what really happens.

She had come to my house wearing a white blouse, the tails of which were tied together to act as a halter top. She was not tall by any means – but then again, neither am I. She had piercing brown eyes and long flowing dark hair. Or so she usually did before tonight. Tonight, her hair was braided in pigtails.

Her name was Emma, and at the time she was 28, though she was tonight attempting a much younger look. She was sucking on a lollipop as she skipped into the room, somehow swaying her hips through the skipping. She was wearing a blue-based plaid miniskirt. I suspected that she wore the matching blue panties only to assure herself that nothing would show inappropriately on her way over to see me. Read more »