There is a creeping attempt to sanctify the truth in sexual literature in the name of social good. I see it here and in other adult literature boards. It is not the fault of the editors as they try to balance freedom of expression with staying off the censors hate system. Please do not confuse this discussion with the matter of child porn in videos or on line. Here I am talking about the loss of being able to accurately portray stories in words based on real life incidents or fantasies. This is not a promotion of child exploitation. Society would have you think that young people wait until they are of legal age before they pull down their pants and explore the fun parts of their bodies. In truth, the University of Michigan Health System found that children discover their genital parts by age 6 months for boys and 11 months for girls. In fact most children play with their genitals fairly regularly by age 5-6, both boys and girls. (University of Michigan Health Service, web address umich.ed/yourchild/topics/masturbation). Ultra sound evidence indicates boys at least may actually play with themselves in the womb. Playing Doctor and other childhood games are a normal part of development. They do not represent a perversion on the youngster’s part, just human sexual development. By the time society deems it proper for us to discuss consensual sex with minors (age 16 in most areas), 40% of kids have already had sex. I myself was X years old when the neighborhood slut, who was X+ …
Welcome to ….?
*Disclaimer* This is a fantasy sci-fi story with the assistance of shadowrun tabletop game. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living, dead or undead, events, or places, is purely coincidental. This story contains elements of dark humor and adult rated themes, as its not a world of sunshine and rainbows. if your not a adult…. go play video games with the sound turned off. *Notes* This story is a completely for entertainment value, request for more stories, and because. For future requests, story ideas or comments, feel free to leave messages or comments below. ———————————————————————————— —- — — – The Year is 2072. Magic has returned and creatures of myth & legend walk among us as megacorps bleed the world dry. This is a world where everything has a price. Where cybernetics and magic are entwined. and the net is the matrix, virtual world that overlays ours. Step lightly, shoot straight, and never trust a dragon. Seattle – 2072, Downtown Elven District – Red Light 03:00 Several human men in black suits enter the brothel though the back entrance, hairs slick back, shades despite it being night, with a slick demeanor. one by one they go down the a flight of stairs to the basement floors. Nods and stares was there admissions, silence and glares was there reception. As voices tones down or hushed as they watched them walk on by, clients giving nervous looks, and …
Being More Social – Chapter 10
Hey, the Internet! How's it going? …What's that? I haven't even commented in about a month solid and you all hate me now? Yeah, fair enough. So, there was zero way I could continue the series here, which means it has moved to both stories online dot net, and adult fan fiction dot net, under originals. I know originally I said I wasn't going to because Jashley was there and I wanted us both to be more individualized,but then I got over myself. As I am typing this right now, only chapters up to 2 are posted on AFF. All 10 *should* be posted on SOL, but I actually discourage you to read them as they are right now, because all of the italicized stuff, including texts, in those stories are reformatted back to nomral since they only accept .txt files. Whoops. I'm a dummy. I'll be committing the rest of the day to posting the rest to AFF, and fixing the italics problem on SOL. But yay! Chapter 10 is done and will be posted and fixed on both sites by the end of tonight! About flippin' time, am I right? Sorry about that. There were less-than-happy days, there was school, there was family, my social life, my really weird-at-the-moment romantic life, the game project I'm working on, and my other written works, including the smutty ones and believe it or not, even some non-smutty ones that I've been writing. If you wanna stay in contact with me, see where I am with this story, see where/when you can find any other stories of mine or just wanna berate me for not working fast enough, …
InCorrections
From the author of Another Yard and Driven Lust Wayne Stewart INCORRECTIONS Copyright © 2014 Wayne Stewart As with any fictional story, this is for entertainment only. Please direct any complaints regarding character words or actions to the fictional character portraying the offense. WARNING: This book contains adult language and depictions of adult sexual acts, which may not be suitable for teenagers below the age of 16; or for anyone who does not wish to read stories containing written descriptions of explicit, erotic sexual behavior. It does contain serious, humorous, and interesting stories of contemporary literature and fictional tales of both romance and adventure; and is intended for a mature audience. Chapter 1 Ok, I’m no macho man. Call it metabolism or genetics; I’m just not bulky like most guys. Maybe I’m just a late bloomer. That’s the reason I was picked for the heist. The plan was simple enough. All I had to do was climb into the ventilation, drop into the jewelry store, and unlock the damn door. The guys would enter, grab the loot, fence it, and split the cash with me. Now, before you listen to them tell you what an idiot I was, let me explain. The cheap shoes I had was all I could afford. They weren’t gripping the metal the way I needed them to and my ponytail, past my shoulders in length, got caught by the hinge on the screen cover at the end. I know, cut the hair, pull or yank it out; all sounds great on paper. But you can’t do that when you’ve knocked …
The openings , part 2
He thoroughly enjoyed babysitting emma through his time in high school. And it was always very erotic opening her further and further. By the time he graduated, little emma was able to accept his entire fist in her woman's hole. But nothing ever compared for him to that very first opening – being the one to welcome the female secrets to the light and he constantly sought that experience. Emma unwittingly brought him many of those experiences. By the time she was 8 she was having sleep overs with her other bible school friends. Her parents got in the habit of planning their on night out when Emma was inviting a friend over leaving him to be responsible for two or three giggly girls. It was a bit of a shock the first time he babysat for Emma with her friend. Only a few minutes after the door closed on her parents leaving, Emma presented her tearful friend to him as he sat on the couch and then both began begging him to check her for a snake too. He was a little shocked and chided Emma for telling her secrete but Emma begged and pleaded and the little friend through choked back tears explained that the sunday school teacher had read the story of Adam and Eve and made them study it in class and told them all how bad Eve was for listening to the snake and tricking Adam and how all women would forever have to pay for her sins. The way the teacher had talked about the snake had made Emma turn pale with the fear of having a new one placed inside her and when he friend found her …
My Transition
My transition into male sex occurred a number of years ago after my first wife passed away following an extended illness. She had been unable to engage in sex for some time, and so I dealt with my physical needs the best I could, mostly through chronic, habitual masturbation. The months following her passing were very difficult for me emotionally, and I was having a hard time dealing with the grief, and the guilt. I had periodically struggled with bouts of guilt since high school, when I began to use masturbation to help deal with stress and insecurities. Back then, it was referred to as “abusing oneself”. I tried to stay busy and exercise to manage these urges, but when that did not work, masturbation (usually in conjunction with anal stimulation) became my “drug of choice”, as it were. I thought marriage would alleviate the need for this, and it did, for a while. But, compulsive, addictive behaviors are hard to break, and I found myself despairing over my lack of self-control. An even greater threat to my battered conscience was my growing desire for close physical intimacy with another male. Throughout my life, my traditional Southern upbringing and church teaching consistently taught me that such desires and behaviors are, at best, morally disordered, and at worst – well, you get the idea. Right or wrong, this was poured into my foundation from the very beginning. So, it should not have come as a surprise that this would be a source of emotional turmoil, especially …
Blk Gorillaz
This IS NOT a story,…. Its a blog!!! I'm finishing up my first story here, it will be done soon. And, its all about the interracial domination of a white boy by me. Its also a true story. Nearly every story I post will be true stories but, for now I would just like people to get familiar with me,… check out my profile, and especially my photo albulm!!! And, just to clarify, I'm not gay… fucking white sissy boys is just like fucking girls, I fuck bitches plain and simple. The white boys on the other hand,… Well, they may not start off that way but, they turn gay REAL FAST and they never go back!!! I'd love to know what you think!!! The rest of this is the word narrative for my photo albulm read this and, check out the albulm,… tell me what you think!!! This albums is abaout the interracial SEX between young WHITE boys and their rightful BLACK masters! Who are born to dominate,… these White sissy fuck boys who were made to be sucking black dick, and being fucked by dominant black men. White boys are the ideal whore for the black man. There just as beautiful as their female counter parts and, probably JUST as feminine, and are twice as insecure, and 10 times as submissive. And, no matter HOW MUCH you fuck,them they NEVER get pregnant,…"but don't put your clothes back on yet white boy because that's NOT going to stop us from trying!" And, its not going to stop them either. You see white boys are the ideal whore for the black man Jut look at all these Nigger loving …
One Trick Penny – Chapter 4
Torrents on the Machine I should have felt guilty. What I was doing was a complete invasion of Dave’s privacy; going into his laptop and finding his hidden folder of pornography, while he slept, recovering from last night’s adventure. However, it wasn’t as his wife, that I was doing it. I wasn’t trying to police his intake of erotic images and stories. No, this was research for Penny to understand her client’s sexual proclivities and trigger points. Most of his smut was the standard naked babes in various positions of display. Not much I could do off that. Then there was the obligatory chick-on-chick section. For some reason, all men seem to fantisize about this. Perhaps later on, but not something I wanted to get into at that time. Then there was a folder labeled FEMDOM. I’d already started down the path of female domination a few nights ago. We were having a good run at it, but I wanted to add some new kinks. There were a few twists I could add to my domination catalogue. I noted a subfolder dedicated to high-heels and trampling; walking across a bound and prostrate naked male. Then I found a folder relating to Women on Machines. I wasn’t familiar with this particular branch of fetish. It seems that there are devices about the size of logs that push a mounted latex dildo into a woman’s vagina to replace the movements of a male as in the act of intercourse. I gathered there is a manufacturer of such machines called Sybians, although there are a number of other more home made …
The Barbie Lez Fantasies – Week 54: Pounded at the Pound (Part 1)
Author's Note 1: These short fantasies started off as weekly mini-stories for my readers, but the newsletter was shut down because autoresponders do not accept adult content. I thus decided to publish these fantasies for free for my readers to enjoy. It is meant to entertain, so please do not leave hateful comments if everything is not perfect. I am only human after all. Author’s Note 2: Although this fantasy can be read independently, it was written as part of a series. For full enjoyment, please read “The Barbie Lez Fantasies: Week 1-53”. *** Have you ever had one of those fantasies? You know, the ones that feel so real you begin to wonder if you are actually imagining them. Well, I do… because I have them all the time! Sometimes, they turn into a story, but mostly they remain trapped inside my brain. That is, until now… I have always wanted a dog, but I assume that was made obvious by the dozens of canine-themed erotica stories I have written. However, what is unclear to most people is the reason for my love of dogs. It all started many years ago. My father has always disliked animals and categorically refused to let us have pets. But after years of us constantly bugging him, he finally gave in. However, he only agreed to let my siblings and I have a cat on the one condition that he remained outside at all times. Over the years, we owned maybe a dozen different pets, but all of them had two things in common. They were never to enter the house and all of them were cats. For …
The Divorcee
Marcy was deep in thought as she left her lawyer’s office and nearly missed her exit on the freeway. She wasn’t depressed or even slightly saddened about her divorce. She knew it was a mistake for both him and her, and they now both had an opportunity now to live the lives they really wanted. Her former husband was the type of man that many women seem to want, and she realized that her f****y might not understand why she left him. However, in marriage she discovered how quickly life could become mundane. They went to work, they came home, they had dinner and drinks, and were generally in bed early. Their sex life had gone from once a day, to once a week, to once a month. When she had brought up ideas about spicing up their love life she was met with hard resistance from her mate, and so love making had become dull and obligatory for her. She found herself no longer wanting sex from her husband, and whatever connection they had when they were married was long gone. Some women perhaps could exist in a loveless, sexless marriage; but not Marcy. It was time for her to breakout and take control of her dormant sexuality. As she pulled into the parking lot of her new apartment she was excited about the possibilities. While she didn’t want to jump into another relationship, she was thinking about how empowered she felt. She could now have a man any time she wanted, and while she didn’t consider herself to be the promiscuous type, she certainly was going to play the field for a while. …