Aoife and the Wet Dream

Although it is becoming a rarer occurrence. When I do dream, each is incredibly vivid. Powerful in emotion, so too are the physical sensations from them even after I wake. Yes, I've had the usual death and catching him cheating dreams that leave you curled up and crying in the dead of night. I am however lucky enough to say my sex dreams are just as powerful, more so. When I dream about sex, the dream is often lucid or becomes lucid even if at first I don't realise it. I'm in control and if I'm horny I have sex with whoever is in my dream world. I never see their faces I never talk to them. It's usually a man but sometimes a woman. Whatever I want to happen does. I've just had one of those dreams. I'm awake and horny beyond comprehension because in my dreams they never let me cum. It's like a sick torturous game where they keeps me teetering on the edge of oblivion until my eyes open and I'm left frustrated and needy. The worst part? Lying next to ...

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1969: Righteous

февраля 26, 2021

***Author's Note*** This story is a companion piece to my earlier story "1969: Ghost Before the Dawn" and a companion piece to any stories in the "1969" series, and related series. You don't have to read those to understand this story. They are all meant to make sense individually, as well as together. * * * * * It was a cold afternoon in late February of 1969. Twenty-one-year-old Ginger — a black-haired copper-skinned woman with a tall, hourglass frame — was sprawled over the small bed. The mattress had a few broken springs and had been stuffed with newspaper and taped up. When she was a kid, it was a game of sorts, pretending she and her brother were robbers hiding expensive paintings or prisoners with contraband, biding their time before they could escape. It really used to be fun. Used to. Her mother was working. Her brother and his fiancée were searching for houses and walking their dog along the way. Ginger was alone in the little East Harlem apartme...

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Eat, Fuck, and Be Merry

марта 03, 2021

Surprising no one, I wrote another goblin story! This one features a male adventurer transforming into a cute goblin girl (and fucking a lot of other cute goblins girls). If that's not your jam, might not want to read this. Content Warning thought! The transformation is involuntary (but fun!) so heads up if you're not into people turning into cuties against their will, or people developing horny goblin personalities. Enjoy! *** The Cave of No Return looked a lot less terrifying than Zander had pictured in his head. There were no hissing snakemen waiting to strike. No colossal spiderwebs in the corners with the skeletons of dead adventurers still ensnared in their grasp. No bodies at all, in fact. Perhaps whatever gave the cave its name was intelligent, careful to hide its tracks. It was still dark, the only light coming from the burning arcane fire ensnared in his grasp. Zander's steps were cautious, weighing the ground with every footstep looking for pressure plates, swi...

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