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The Brothel At The End Of The Universe, pt.16

Val, Bane, Rune, and Kay search for a future. Together.

Things never turn out the way you expect, or so the saying goes. The saying should be expanded. Sometimes, things turn out in ways you couldn’t possibly expect, and then become things that, prior to them turning out, you didn’t even know were the things y...

The Brothel At The End Of The Universe, pt.12

Val and Kay become acquainted quite thoroughly, not to Rune and Bane's delight...

So. Drahta eat and drink basically the same things as Dryth. They also have zero table manners, but when they’re not starving, it’s possible to be in the same room with them while they’re eating... so long as you don’t make eye contact. That was a learnin...

The Brothel At The End Of The Universe, pt.11

The new passenger puts Val, Bane and Rune to an acid test.

Deviously using food as a distraction for my boys – works every single time – I provide myself with some time and space for my visit to the storage room, aka the female’s lair. The estrogen hideout. The lady cave. You get the drift. On the off chance that...

The Brothel At The End Of The Universe, pt.10

Val, Bane and Rune have different ideas about how to deal with the stowaway...

Shit oh shit oh shit oh shit oh I don’t know how much time has passed in which I barely dared to breathe. My mind is spinning in panic, like a top. A top on amphetamines. A haunted top on amphetamines that also screams with the voice of a frightened littl...

The Brothel At The End Of The Universe, pt. 9

Val, Bane and Rune get more than they asked for out of that Tulun D'tel shopping spree

My brain takes exactly one second to go through all the idiotic scenarios – Bane, naked female, hanky-panky, caught in the act, tears, screeching, it’s not what it looks like, denial, anger, bargaining, depression, acceptance, let’s stay friends, blah, bl...

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The Brothel At The End Of The Universe, pt. 8

Even interstellar journeys can hit roadblocks, apparently.

“That’s a human.” I actually smush my fingertip against the screen where he had just been like I could pin him down. The static electricity of it tingles coldly against my skin and the picture warps slightly. “That was… a human guy… walking right there.”...

The Brothel At The End Of The Universe, pt. 7

Val, Bane and Rune's journey (finally!) continues! ...but it looks like it might be a rough ride...

“God. Fucking. Dammit!” I screech. And then I cough because screeching requires a lot of breath, and breathing in a lot while your face is very close to the ground is not a terribly bright idea. You know how they say that teachers make the worst students,...

Hayden and the Moon Maiden

Opposite attract: it says it all that Leigh is really fucking smart.

“Oh my god! Look at that freak!” Gavin had spotted our neighbor, Leigh, who was out in her backyard with her telescope thingy. Leigh’s sister, Millie, had been in our year at school before the car crash. Drunk driver. She wasn’t in any year after that. “G...

Ebony And Agony

An interracial love affair in the 60's south as told by 70-year-old woman in flashback

I sat in the comfort of my home, reflecting on the turbulent aftermath of George Floyd's murder as well as the unending quarantine. The looting bothered me, but I understood the rage. I understood as well as any seventy-year-old white woman can. I've live...

118 in the Shade of Gray

Candy seeks the aid of an old friend to explore her growing BDSM fetish

I'm Carlotta "Carly" Tibbs, proprietor of the Yosemite Sam Shooting Range and Sex Toy Emporium. It's one-stop shopping in balmy Bullhead City, Arizona for all gun-toting preverts in the great southwest. I was behind the counter marking down our selection...