City of Morals - Chapter 4: A Time to Rest
Alexander pressed through the halls of Hotel d'Arc. The hotel's rotten floor was laden with a faded carpet and creaked under his weight, barely masking the other cracks of the wooden floor that had been termites' abode for years. His eyes sneaked a...
City of Morals - Chapter 7: Forgiven and Damned
Siegfried lay on his bed, his breath coming in ragged pauses, pungent with the smell of semen and cigarettes. His tailhole was stretched and filled with semen, a flared cock, remained on his back, ropes of semen sticking and trailing onto his tailhole....
The Last Carnival - Preview
_Cliff Starling_ settled his back on the tree behind him, the soft fabric of his clothes softly grazed by it's sturdy bark as he let his body slip down atop it's roots. He sat himself down, readjusting his position a number of times to give his rump...
Blinded by the Light
Sure enough, an hour later one of the longshoremen was in to say they'd been loading up a freighter bound for the amal loop. "first one of those i ever fuckin' seen with armor. shit must be bad out there."
The Stuff of Legends and Fables
She wiggled as she felt his cock hit her hole, the first time amale had been there in forever. his head was big, but it slid in easily. shewas marveling at his strength, for she wasn't big, but she was nothing like hergranddaughter.