Foreword: Welcome readers! My name is Grant and I enjoy writing, in fact I've written four novels as of now, some fantasy, some science fiction. Lately I've struggled with depression while pursuing a degree at University so I've turned to writing as a splendid pasttime. Exploring sexual topics, notably in writing gets me off like nothing else, and helps ease lots of the stress in my life. Consequently ,after reading many erotic stories on this site, I have decided to try my hand at the genre. There is something innately sexy about the taboo so this story will plunge right into the darkest corners of lust and hopefully leave you quivering with sexual pleasure. I welcome any and all feedback and will upload my story in chapters that will get progressively more and more sexually pleasing.
Disclaimer: * This is sexually explicit material, but it will take time to develop the story before the taboo reaches its peak. Of course it's understood people reading this are over 18, and that all themes explored in this novel are purely imaginative, that is they will stay in the confines of the mind and not be acted on. I believe porn is a very good sexual release and helps alleviate stress, contribute to sexual satisfaction and actually decrease incidences of actual rape or crimes motivated out of a wish to tangibly enjoy sexuality.*
Feel free to post with comments and feedback if you enjoy this story. Thanks. Lean back, relax and enjoy. Cheers!
Plot Outline:
-Main character is 19, finished high school.
-Sister is 21, works at an insurance firm. (Katie)
-Dad perished in a car accident.
-Mom is 39.
I arrived home and retreated downstairs to my basement. Such was the living conditions established at my home, since I was unemployed and had just finished highschool. The basement was mine to do with as I pleased, posters of halo covered the wall, some depicting forerunner structures, others showing the hero masterchief as he stomped in alien's skulls and proudly beat back the covenant. Warm incandescent lights glowed near each poster, and a very large 4-poster bed sat in the middle of the room. It was a nice large bed with comfy sheets and pillows, and I had ambitious plans for it. Around the bed was my desk, with skyrim proudly loaded on my laptop. I sat down and toyed with the mouse. My character had beautiful daedric armour that looked like it was forged in the fires of hell. It glowed with an iridescence that no mortal could comprehend and its skeletal ridged helmet made its wearer look like the lord of the universe. I pivoted around with the skyrim character, surveying the landscape from the throat of the world, a towering mountain that loomed over everything. I felt powerful, omnipotent and I had explored dungeons and completed quests and I was powerful.
I could do as I wished and no laws could hold me back. I was a God. I enabled a shout for the hell of it and energy shot out of my character, striking a nearby frost troll. Just then, as I moved in for the kill, my Mom yelled from upstairs, "Come help me prepare supper!"