Yes, there are elven ears in some of these photos, and human ones. Ignore that. Enjoy the twiddle. The young female watched the ebb and flow of the water, mesmerized by the waves lapping on the shore. She had been found a few days earlier, barely alive, holding onto the rocks as the dawn broke. … Continue reading The Castaway
(Please note: I may or may not be quoting Spitfire verbatum. It's my understanding of what she said to me that is in this post.) Blue arms pull me away from the sissy's lap I'm sitting on. I cry out in frustration and surprise, especially at her strength. She is a gynoid after all - … Continue reading Caged 2
I lie on my back on the floor, my legs between the sissy's legs, as my toes play with her cage. Every tap I do with my toes, she moans. Every movement I do, every stroke. Everything. She moans and whines. "Puh--please, Miss, let me cum." "Who does this little sissy caged clitty belong to?" … Continue reading Caged
"you write good smut, mine," she tells me after reading something I was twiddling over. "I'd like to see more. It's made me wiggly." I groan. Smut sometimes is easy to write, but not always. Is this even any good? "You are filled with vampire venom,” Spitfire told me as I laid naked on the … Continue reading Smut
A couple of months ago, I entered an erotica contest about the We-vibe. I have several of them. The one I love the most is a beyatch to recharge. The one that can connect via Bluetooth to my phone and across the net to a partner's phone has gone missing. I haven't heard word 1 … Continue reading Connected
Originally written well over a year ago. Submitted for your amusement. Contents may cause wigglies. I'm bored. I wrote something. I don't even know if it's any good. Adult erotica after the jump. “Even a slave girl brings the hearth fires,” the old master lifted my eyes to look at his. “We do not mark, … Continue reading That Other World
This was originally published on Fetlife half a decade or more ago. It was the second piece, written for a specific person. The first piece has gone to the ether. Erotica for enjoyment. (points to one person) Yes, you're in this. (points to another) No, you're not. (points to a third) Shush. Let me write. … Continue reading 15 years later… (Erotica)
My life is a work of He.art 