Eat Me
by DevotedSub
Valentina is twenty-one, starving for everything she's only ever imagined — and tonight she stops imagining. Her daddy takes her first, sweet and deep, and then she walks out into the night to collect the rest: a beautiful femboy, a hungry lesbian, her bi best friend, a vampire in an alley, a werewolf under the moon, and something not human at all that glows when it touches her. She swallows, she takes it all, she gets knocked up somewhere in the middle — and just when she thinks she's finally full, she meets Silas. He's a cannibal. And he's been saving room for her. Eat Me is a filthy, feral romp through every tag worth having, ending the only way it could: completely consumed.
Welcome to the Zoo
by KiraLeeScott1_
An unexpected new sexual life path is forced on Emily, but she quickly embraces it to the limit...
Lactation Support Protocol 3: Islands In The Stream
by JessicaSloane
Dr. Rebecca Rivers traps her 22-year-old corporate rival on live TV and milks herself for him while he tries (and fails) to talk markets. Then a machine rips her clothes off for an audience. Then the empty conference room on the 77th floor: crawl, oral, squirt, creampie. Workplace MILF. Lactation. ENF. Voyeurs.
Unwilling Nudists - Part 1 of ...oh, I don't know. Two Hundred maybe?
by Whyseventen
A college girl is blackmailed and the butterfly effect is large and turns erotic at nearly every level and tag. Stay with it as it dives deep into the mental conflicts of almost all the people that get involved. Worth the ride I think. Enjoy.
angels that shouldn't exist
by noiromance
When Hell devours Heaven, you can only survive by posing as a demon. This is a soul-crushing novel. Warning: Not for the faint of heart.
The Saturday Girl
by jmlocke
Every June, once the last of the kids have been counted into minivans and driven off to the sleepover, Maple Glen throws a party for the grown-ups. Charcoal smoke, cold beer, the same argument about brisket, classic rock on the speaker. And out on the bandstand lawn, where it's stood longer than anyone can remember, the Belle wakes up. No one knows who put it there. No one's read the plaque in years. But everyone knows how the afternoon goes: it picks two women from the crowd, strips them, strings them up in the June sun, and puts them to use — itself first, then two men it picks the same way, then itself again — until about an hour past sunset, while the party keeps its chairs turned and its plates full. This year it takes the mom who's babysat half the neighborhood's kids, and a girl who grew up a few streets over. Nobody does anything. It's the block party. Everyone has such a nice time. Come for the brisket, stay for the trussed neighbors.