Category: Erotica
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I went back and reread this series last night and felt a pang of nostalgia. So, time to continue. Not gonna lie, this is a short one. But, it seemed like an important part to tell. <Previous Chapter> Bulkun is asleep within seconds, his chest lightly pressing against you each time he inhales. Your mind…
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Just couldn’t stand it, so I started writing right away… As fair warning, there’s a scene that would involve a bit of blood in this chapter. I don’t go into the blood, but without wanting to give anything away for those who want to read it anyway, just be advised that the thing Bulkun promised…
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One of these days, I’ll sleep instead of staying up all hours writing these… Or I’ll spend hours reading about sailing and lose complete track of time. Sea shanties, anyone? So, this took considerably longer than I expected. What was supposed to be another 3K or so words to round out the first part turned…
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As soon as I started trying to go to bed last night, ideas started popping into my head for this installment. So, rather than doing the responsible thing and going to bed early to make up for having had only 4 hours of sleep last night (the meeting with the architect went well, by the…
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For the record, I never intended for this to go this long; my notes on this are literally only 300 words. But, I’ve been thinking about this story off and on for months now, and I really wanted to add to it. So, here goes. I hope you enjoy! <Previous Chapter> You wake up to…
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So, first story in a long time. A friend of mine is really into pig transformation, so this is for her. It’s tagged as erotica, but there’s not really any sex, just so y’all are forewarned. Enjoy. The fair grounds bustled with activity: animals being put on display, children running and playing on the midway, and…
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“You’ve been summoned.” You gasp, your ears pricking up as your father delivers the news. You swallow. “To the Matriarch’s tent—off you go,” your mother says. Her voice is firm. You bow your head in deference but say nothing of the knot that’s just appeared in your stomach. It happens every time our clan meets a…
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Tyler’s heart pounded as he felt the golden retriever’s knot begin to deflate. If he could just get free of it, maybe he could bolt. He hadn’t thought it through, but he had to do something! He didn’t like the idea of them “taking him with them” when the wolf in his ass pulled out.…
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He cocked back and punched Tyler square in the jaw. The horse’s eyes squeezed closed in pain as his head jerked from the impact. The golden retriever, meanwhile, seemed to squirt even harder in Tyler’s mouth, turned on by the opportunity for violence. “The harder you bite down, the harder it makes me,” he growled.…
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It wasn’t cold, but Tyler shivered anyway as he took a breath and stepped under the bridge and made his way to the figure underneath. Though he wore a hoodie that covered most of his face, the fur’s muzzle and tail gave him away as a golden retriever. “You Tyler?” he growled. Tyler gulped and nodded.…
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Tyler’s stomach growled. He tried to ignore it, but it loudly reminded him that he hadn’t eaten in three days. “Shut up!” he muttered under his breath, glancing furtively around the café. He swallowed as he pecked out the last few letters of a desperate plea. “I’ll do anything!” his ad read. He posted it…
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“Blake, we shouldn’t be here. We’ll be seen!” Arnold protested. “Shh,” Blake said as he peered through the bushes at the festival preparations. “Blake!” Arnold urged. “We’re not doing anything wrong by just looking,” Blake hissed, “Now ssh, or somebody will see us!” “But I thought we were gonna—” Arnold began to protest again. Just…
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WARNING: This page contains explicit material not intended for viewing by minors. If you are not considered a legal adult in both the place you live and the place from which you are accessing this site, please leave immediately! You can come back when you’re an adult. Not meaning to be a jerk about it,…
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Al’s mouth started watering the moment he walked into the restaurant. Working all day and not taking time for breakfast or lunch had left him feeling ravenous, and this was his favorite buffet. He liked literally everything on the line, and with an appetite like today’s, he joked to himself that he could probably eat…
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You know, my site’s been in existence for a few hours now, and there’s still nothing erotic on it. I need to fix that. Admittedly, I’ve already got this posted on my FA site, but here it is again because I happen to be rather proud of this. I don’t often write poetry (other than haikus;…
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“It’s alive!” he cried. He didn’t mean his monster. E-stim is so great. Zombies yelling “brains”: Their metonymy is off: That head has no brain. Gays are in closets; Skeletons are in closets. Gays must want a bone. Midnight sultry snack: Those ghouls just wanna have fun, Tasting hidden lips.
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I’ve noticed in my writing that I have a tendency to drone on a bit. It’s not that I’m repetitive or overly wordy, but I do tend to add a lot of details about things I have to say. So, I’m going to try something different: I’m going to try to write an erotic microfiction.…
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The last one was kinda fun…and instant gratification is great, so… I’ve got a nice buzz going (yay, rum and Dr. Pepper)…let’s see what we get. Lying there, strapped to the gurney and knowing what was happening, he looked at his boyfriend and cried. The laser started. His balls ached with lust. It was too…
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It doesn’t matter what the information was that she had on him. What does matter is that if she were to leak it, it would ruin him. Not the kind of ruin where people gasp in shock, take to social media for an hour, denounce his name, and that’s the end of it. Not even the…
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My name? What difference does that make? You liked your ranch dressing, didn’t you? Well, that’s all that matters. No sense getting all sentimental about how it’s made or the names of the furs that produce it. They pay us well enough. It’s exhausting work, and you wake up sore every day. Thank goodness for…
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