The city of Eros Bay was a city of lust, one where kinks ran rampant and there were few sexual taboos. The locals were typically very open sexually and very few could be considered reserved when it came to their sexual preferences. Many were also attracted to people of any gender, and polyamory was also a very common thing. As long as everybody consented and...
This story was written as a memorial to Rachael, a talented young writer who was taken from us way before she had an opportunity to become old and jaded. Many of the characters and quotes in this story came from Rachael stories. An artist never really dies so long as their art is apricated ... All characters are over the age of 18. * The Journey I, Sapho...
This is a story of pretty girls and their newest possessions. Possessions that will come to be revealed as catalysts for their ultimate and humiliating exposure. An enigmatic profiteer roams the world even now, selling his cursed wares to unsuspecting young women. The tales are many but they all end the same. Ultimate embarrassment in its most naked and pure...
Only those who believe in the supernatural will ever have encounters with it. Nonbelievers will continue their days as usual, while those who look for it will peer into unexplainable mysteries. The Curse of the Gifted is one such thing. In the year 1917, an accident in an allied ship around the pacific islands resulted in its entire crew being lost to the se...
I floated in darkness, disembodied, bereft of myself. Demie and I had been forced to kiss by the mind control power of her brother, Eros, who had somehow been trapped in a Playstation 4 as the video game Eroji. Someone was screaming. I couldn't hear it so much as feel it. Anger...no, anguish. If I still had my heart, it would hurt to hear this sound. It w...
Michelle, my former Commander, briefed me further about the situation that we faced on Eros, after awakening from our thousand year sleep. Sitting comfortably in the Common Room, outside of my quarters, I found Michelle's beautiful, younger body to be quite a distraction. Her D-cup breasts, along with the rest of her curvaceous 38-24-36 figure, were being sh...
I had spent a few years with Sappho and her ladies and it was time to move on. I was presented with papers stating I had been schooled in the Arts, Music, and Poetry and excelled in the Worship of Eros and Aphrodite. I was humbled and awed by the women's loving ways. I was truly ready to use my Magick to serve, and heal. I set upon the road with my small sat...
Only those who believe in the supernatural will ever have encounters with it. Nonbelievers will continue their days as usual, while those who look for it will peer into unexplainable mysteries. The Curse of the Gifted is one such thing. In the year 1917, an accident in an allied ship around the pacific islands resulted in its entire crew being lost to the se...
Once upon a time in a land long forgotten there was a Sultan named Brano. He was the richest Sultan who ever lived and could afford many many wives. He had a harem full of the most beautiful women in the world. But his heart belonged only to the Sultana, Nirtasia, who was like no other woman. She had flowing red hair and green eyes, and her body was voluptuo...
"Hail Valentina, Maiden Goddess of War!" What? I'm a goddess now? Me, the daughter of a common street whore in some no name village where the gods never deigned it smile at once? I guess with military victories come fancy titles. "Valentina, Maiden Goddess of War" is certainly far better than my old full name, "Valentina Whoraughter". The biggest shock for...