is fiction It is strange where one’s desires can lead one. Take me as an example. Always entirely enamored of, infatuated with and completely submissive to all things feminine, a true devotee of Female Supremacy, my lifelong fantasy has always, since before I can remember, been to find a ... read more
The demons found exits in the walls or floor, vanishing between chinks of stone or through hidden grates or into holes they'd dug for themselves over the long centuries of their residence-or imprisonment-in Baphomet's palace. Only one remained. "My former consort, Baubo," Baphomet intro... read more
"Let's get this over with," Buffy suggested. "The sooner we start, the sooner I kick your demon ass." Baphomet smiled. "You will fuck the witch," he said, "while I fuck you." Buffy shook her head. "Willow's my best friend. I can't-" "Th... read more
The Slayer looked at the witch's ass. It was beautiful, she thought. Round and smooth and creamy white, each buttock seemed a half moon. Willow's impaled anus showed within the deep cleavage between the silken globes, its rim riding the stiff cylinder of Buffy's cock as she plunged it into the witch... read more
Androgyne, futari, girly man, he-she, intersexed, hermaphrodite, kathoey, ladyboy, newhalf, shemale, tranny, transgender, transsexual-there are lots of names for chicks with dicks-maybe too many. As whenever such a case presents itself, it is helpful-no, mandatory-that one define one's terms. As use... read more
The writer of shemale erotic fiction is doubly blessed-and doubly cursed-because he or she has to describe the best of both worlds: both female faces, breasts, legs, buttocks, and anus and penis, testicles, and scrotum. Although, overall, his or her protagonist must be not only feminine but, usu... read more
Jenna and I have been friends for nearly 15 years. We dated ever so briefly about 12 years ago, but nothing more than kissing and heavy petting occurred before she decided it wasn't going to work out. At the time I was heart-broken, but looking back now, I realize she was correct that we weren't rig... read more
The theme of a story is its moral, its message, its meaning. Today, the story's theme is rarely, if ever, explicitly stated. Instead, the writer leaves it to the reader to figure out the meaning of the story for him- or herself. The theme, in other words, is suggested by the story as a whole, especi... read more
It is an arrogant presumption to think of oneself as the creator of another human being, as readers learn from Mary Shelley's novel Frankenstein, if not from the myth of Pygmalion. If that other person is a woman, her creation by a man is sexist and chauvinistic as well as presumptuous. The students... read more
"Wow! What got into you?" "I don't know, I just decided to finally loosen up and go with my desires," she explained. "Did you enjoy it?" "Are you nuts? I LOVED every second of it!" I exclaimed. Figuring the alcohol played a very large role in her sudd... read more
"How many inches?" she asked. "Twelve," he said. "Really?" "Really." "If you're lying, you're just wasting your time." And mine, she thought. "I'm not." "Okay, then. It's a date." Tiffany hoped the jerk was te... read more
Four years ago as a 14 year old the girl trapped inside my body was screaming to be released from her prison. I had showed up at school on the first day of my freshman year wearing a dress from my sister's closet. I've never worn boys clothing since. Carrie became my new persona replacing Todd. P... read more
That feeling was back again, I could feel it sweeping across me, engulfing and flooding all of my mind body and soul. It wasn't like last time, that was curiosity, this was something more, something deeper, more profound and tantalizing. My heart thundered, body quaked, for a moment I resisted the u... read more
I looked up and saw the low slung scrotum swaying above my eyes, the long, thick, curved shaft pointing upward just in front of it. I heard a quiet tearing sound,"schshhhtt," looked further up and saw Tanya opening another one of her black foil Magnum condom wrappers. She placed the large,... read more
Norman Bancroft wasn't exactly crazy about the job. For one thing, the pay sucked, and there was zero chance for promotions. In addition, fairly long periods of boredom were relieved-if one could call driving several hundred miles per day for several days in a row relief-by trips from one of the rai... read more
Immediately, he retreated, not to spare her any distress, but in preparation for the next assault, and he launched himself down, deep into her depths, plumbing her bowels with his rock-hard cock. His balls slapped the lower curves of her skewered bottom, and he pressed them more firmly still into he... read more
I was taking a walk to stay--all right; I'll admit it--to get in shape, when I saw the "Going Out of Business" sign in the second-hand furniture store a block north of my condo. I wasn't in the market for anything, new or used, but I can't resist a bargain, and what was better for finding ... read more
Two years ago, I was a member of the Ciccio family in Chicago. I wasn't very high up in the organization, because I wasn't Italian. I had made my way up through the ranks, however, and was making a pretty good living. I had everything I wanted, got all the girls I wanted, and did just about ... read more
To Jamie, nothing on earth could compare to the beauty of a thick, hard cock standing upright against a young man's firm, flat belly--well, a circumcised cock, at any rate; she didn't like the look of an uncut penis, especially when it was flaccid. But a cut cock! There was nothing prettier! She lov... read more
It was 2:00pm, exactly five weeks after The Meeting. Jessica stood fidgeting behind the Vaingirls cash register. Things had returned to seeming normalcy after The Meeting, but all the secondary participants in Rose's plan knew it was like the Phony War of 1939/40, and that things were being done beh... read more
