I drive down a deserted two- lane highway outside of Las Vegas, Nevada. It is August and the temperature is well over 100 degrees. In the distance, I see a tall beautiful mature creature that walks alongside the road. As I pull over, I am stunned by her powerful physique. She sports an incredibly ti... read more
Ann was the woman who gave away free samples in the supermarket where I was manager, and as often as we could, the employees could find us sitting in my office, smoking, laughing and talking. Ann had a way of smoking a cigarette that drove me insane with sexual desire. Inhaling, her lips were pucker... read more
By the time that Buffy arrived at Rupert Giles' apartment, the former librarian, her ex-Watcher, had just finished reading a new volume of what Edgar Allan Poe, in The Raven, had referred to as a "curious and quaint volume of forgotten lore." He'd just settled the large, leather-bound volu... read more
Another torrent of semen rushed through the cavernous vagina, sweeping Buffy before its irresistible force. Again, she felt millions of fresh sperm wriggling over her bare flesh, thrashing their whip-like flagella against her erect nipples, puffy areolas, pert breasts, concave tummy, downy pubes, st... read more
Buffy Summers was certainly no virgin. She'd lost her virginity to Angel, a vampire, thereby releasing him from the Gypsy curse that, as punishment for his having brutally killed the favorite daughter of their tribe, had restored his soul, that his conscience might torment him as he recalled the tho... 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
I had pulled off the M6 for a much-needed brew and a pit-stop. It was just gone 3am and I was on my way home to Preston from a meeting in London. I slid into a parking space, grabbed my overnight bag, and went into the Travelodge, booked in for one night, got a key, and went up to my room. I d... read more
My clock radio said it was 6:35 in the morning. That means that my annoying alarm would start going off in fifteen minutes or so. But I didn't need an alarm clock to tell me about how my morning was going to be; I felt the playful movements of my beautiful Hawaiian lover behind me. She is a pet... 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
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
Colleen rushed through the mansion's open gate and headed towards the main door. She opened her mini leather bag and searched frantically for her keys, although she knew she was hopelessly late. Was it her third or fourth unsuccessful attempt in a row to get there on time? Or had there been more? Oh... 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
I. The mansion hadn't changed, not all that much, from how I remembered it. If at all, it had aged gracefully, as only English mansions can ¬ a massive Edwardian building that had served Lords and Ladies, had housed masters and servants for centuries. Around it, at a respectful distance, w... read more
2400 YEARS AGO... He was a humble shepherd. It was night and the flocks were sleeping. As he gazed at the stars, he saw a shooting star. He knew it was a portent of some kind, but was not mystic enough to know what. A little while later he saw another shooting star and guessed that wha... read more
Diane was proud to be a shemale. She loved having a beautiful face; long, silken hair; fabulous breasts; a firm, flat tummy; functioning male genitals; long, shapely legs; and firm, compact buttocks. She loved wearing makeup and dressing in fancy, frilly clothes. She also loved the way men ogled her... read more
This story is based partially on an online chat I had once with a real person, who will remain nameless for the sake of privacy, when I was back in college. The woman in the story showed me a new side to myself and my sexuality that I had never known existed until I met her online. I will be forever... read more
I'm working out at the gym, late in the evening on a Friday, lifting weights and working on my upper body to try in vain to get as big as some of these other massive muscle-bound gym rats. I was already sort of mad because my two coworkers, Jim and Tasha, had cancelled on our night out downtown, Jim... read more
Well, you may remember the satisfaction I felt at the end of my first encounter with Lana. I had not really expected to find a CD with whom I felt so comfortable. Usually, I had left my experiences with some discomfort about the surroundings or the person I had been with. Not in this case, she was... read more
From the beginning, when my breasts first began to bud--that was my true beginning --men accepted my offer of them, pleased to receive such gifts. My admirers, admiring them, circled their soft, tender areolas with the tips of their forefingers, as delicately as though they were outlining the cir... read more
