Boys of the Monsterlands

Tall, dark, fanged, these three stories of hunky, monstrous boys prove that girls really do just wanna have fun. Serving the Incubus introduces us to a stubborn waitress who finds herself flirting with some handsome strangers who suggest a devilishly tempting offer to satiate her hot, lustful heart. In Vampire Week at #theBondageClub we follow college girl Brandy who decides to get over her recent breakup by enrolling at the University of Toronto's bondage club. Even though the group only meets at night its kind and seductive leader asks her to come alone. What terrible (or terribly hot) fate awaits this heartbroken redhead? In Caught In the Woods After Dark! a shy, red-hooded beauty is beset upon by wolves and astonished as they transform into men in front of her eyes and demand tribune. However, she's all out of money but is more than happy to work out alternate arrangements with the gorgeous, muscly men.
 

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This collection is around 20,000 words and features stories of sexy vampires, hunky werewolves, and seductive demons, several MMF threeways, a shy girl's first encounter with scorching bondage, dominance, and submission, and a demure beauty who's old enough to know she can handle two muscly men at the same time.

Bitten by Lust [ff, first-time, milf, vampire]

Young, beautiful, and heavy with treasure, the skilled thief Elira Netherdrake is the last surviving member of an ill-fated adventuring company that met its end exploring the underground ruins of a mysterious temple beneath Wintermarch. Barely making it out alive, all seems lost as she spots a deadly blizzard on the horizon. However, as luck would have it, she stumbles upon a small, cozy Inn nestled in a wooded grove nearby. The tavern is run by a beautiful older woman who only introduces herself as Jaina, who is only too happy to help the bruised and bloodied mercenary girl. Can Elira trust this generous stranger? More importantly, can she trust herself and her increasingly inappropriate thoughts? How will she wait out the storm, she and this beautiful mature woman? Only time will tell...

This story is roughly 7000 words long, and involves erotic romance, vampires, and a first-time encounter between a younger girl and a regal, mature woman who's hiding a very big secret.

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Jaina’s voice became slow and luxuriant as she stole little kisses across the girl’s shoulders. “Might you consider a proposition, my sweet?” she asked, her voice warm and soothing like fine brandy.

“I-I-I might.” Elira couldn’t explain it, but something bade her to remain here in the embrace of the beautiful unliving woman.

“Well, sometimes I get a little hungry. So, if you could help me out just a little, I might be able to help you with a hunger of your own.”

“W-what?” Elira sputtered, “I’ve no desire to become…”

Jaina hushed her by placing a feather soft finger against her lips. “Just a little bite, you’ll be all better by morning.”

“I just…I mean, it’s just that I’ve never been with a…” the girl protested but was cut short by her own pleasured gasps as Jaina raked her nails pleasingly along her exposed, youthful flesh.

“Your words might say one thing, but your thundering pulse says another. I plainly heard how fast your hot blood ran as I helped you wash yourself….” she spoke playfully.

Elira closed her eyes and turned her head to the side. “I’m just… I…”

The vampire gazed lovingly at the young beauty before her. “Do you trust me, kitten?”

The young girl nodded with big doe eyes.

“I promise I’ll only take the best care of you my sweet…” The vampire made good on her words as her hands immediately dipped into the water and began to glide wetly along the girl’s trim waist and flesh.

Against her experienced touch, Elira was immediately silenced and reduced to a simpering mess. The older woman carefully introduced her hands along the girl’s flat belly which caused her to squirm uncontrollably, her hips bucking eagerly in the water.

“Your body is so toned and trim,” the vampire marveled at the girl writhing in the warm waters. “It brings back so many fond memories.” The regal woman dared her hands explore along the quivering girl’s aching hips. Elira could only gasp at the sensations wracking her body. And try as she might and despite at least some insistence to the contrary, she allowed herself to cave into the wild pleasures of the older woman’s skilled, gentle touch...

Stray [cat girl, shifter, transformation]

Med student Eli Walker is at a loss when he discovers that nothing more can be done for his beloved stray Mocha. Coming home from work one afternoon he helps a mysterious old woman, who rewards his kindness with something that she claims will be able to help his ailing cat. Eli gets more than he bargains for, however, when his darling kitten transforms into a sensually seductive woman right in front of his eyes. Eager to repay his kindness in any way she can, the curious shifter girl decides to ask him to guide her through this strange new world as they explore her new body together.

This story is roughly 7000 words long and involves steamy sex scenes between a man and a shifter (were-cat) girl as they explore their new lives together.

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“Mocha…?”

Eli was at a loss for words, for where his beloved cat once lay was a svelte, exotic beauty, with dark, flowing locks. When she crawled toward him, her tantalizingly lean, yoga instructor-like form ably showcased her svelte feminine muscle. Eye to eye with the gorgeous, dark-skinned stranger, he stared deeply into her rich tawny eyes and saw that they were full of wonder and curiosity.

The dumbstruck man was about to say something when the heavenly stranger blinked a few times and then sneezed directly into his face.

“Mocha?” he asked again, somewhat surprised as she leapt forward knocking him over.

“Eee-lie?” she spoke in a curious accent, as if she’d heard people speaking English but had never actually tried it herself. She said his name a few more times as her nude form crawled over the stunned boy until she was finally contented to nuzzle his neck.

“Holy. Fucking. Shit!?!” Eli panted, his heart nearly beating out of his chest as he attempted to deal with the emotions and reality of his darling pet cat somehow turning into a smoking hot petite beauty.

She glanced up unexpectedly and gazed deeply into his eyes, before leaning in and licking his lips with her hot little tongue.

Eli pulled back with a start and she looked somewhat hurt, frowning as she played with her hair. “What is wrong Eee-lie?”

“I just, I mean, you,” he sputtered, “how did you… you’re like me?!”

She thought about it for a short while before nodding and stretching out contentedly beside him.

“I guess I am.”

“Mocha,” he hesitated at the absurdity of what he was about to ask, “…how did you become like me?”

She thought about it with an exaggerated pout. “I don’t know. It just happened.”

Before she could finish, another question erupted from his mouth. “Do you remember what it was like before you were like me? Are you in pain? How are you speaking with me? How…”

“You ask too many questions,” she growled cutely. “I’m hungry.”

Turning her head as if to hear some distant sound Mocha rose to her feet and sped toward the door. Remarkably agile, by the time Eli’s eyes caught up with her he could only watch as her perky little bottom bounced out the door.

“Time to eat! It’s time to eat…” she called back excitedly, not entirely unlike she used to back when she had four legs.

Strangely enough, Eli felt hunger too. He hadn’t been eating much lately but this was different. As he rose, he felt other sensations too, like curiosity and wonder.

When he heard something shatter expensively down the hall, followed by the girl’s panicked yelp, he felt a wash of fear too. Were they her thoughts? How was that even possible, he puzzled.

“What the fuck…is going on here…?” he muttered to himself as he made his way towards the cozy kitchen in his loft.

Moments later when he arrived in the wood-floored dining room connected to the kitchenette, he was practically ambushed by the girl. As hard as he tried to put it out of his mind, he couldn’t help but be drawn to her sleek, feminine form, and the gentle bob of her small chest and delicate coffee-coloured nipples.

Her collision somehow turned into a warm hug as she pressed her body against his and nuzzled against his neck.

“I’m so sorry Eli,” her English, although accented, was curiously better. “I broke the picture. I just wanted to see you!” She was practically sobbing.

He stroked her back reassuringly, causing her tight little buns to rise pleasingly and a torrent of inappropriate thoughts to cascade through his mind. Shaking them off, he focused on the splintered picture frame that lay on the floor. It was a picture of his family, and besides one massive crack, seemed okay.

“Don’t worry Mocha,” he spoke reassuringly, “it was just an accident. I’m more concerned that you weren’t hurt.”

“Eli is sooo good to me,” she grinned at him with her hypnotic eyes as she began to knead and rub at his arms with her hands.

The boy blushed deeply, never having been so close to such a perfect girl. Thankfully, her attentions turned elsewhere and before he could wink she scampered off to the kitchen.

Eli arrived in time to watch her standing on her tip-toes to reach the cans of cat-food in the top shelf. She glanced back and was all smiles now that she could finally manipulate the cupboard door and even grasp the cans herself.

“I can get it, see?” she beamed with pride as she fumbled with the small tin of food.

Eli chuckled warmly. “Oh, I can see that!”

He saw other things too, things that wracked him with guilt. Like the graceful, feminine curve of her arched back. Or the way that when she leaned forward, the angle of her carefully sculpted bottom revealed the slightest peek of her velvety little slit, flushed a delicate purple like some exotic orchid...

Red Number Five [ffm, taboo, romance, vampire]

Jackson Tremblay is your typical down-on-his luck twenty-something. Recently laid off and without a date in months, his friends drag him out to a club to cheer him up. Always a gentleman, he soon finds himself defending a gorgeously sexy school girl named Ally from some unwanted attention. The cute redhead soon introduces him to her friend, a demure dark-haired beauty named Marie and the three of them ditch the club to get a bite to eat - although perhaps not in the way that Jackson would've wanted. Just as his luck with women seems to be turning around he wonders if Ally is too good to be true and he can't help shake the feeling that the quiet Marie is hiding something from him. Has he bitten off more than he can chew with this gorgeous pair? Will he live to see the next sunrise? Only time will tell.

This short story is roughly 9000 words in length, and contains the steamy escapades of Jackson, a downtrodden but cute human boy, and Ally and Marie, the two vampires who take him home for a night he'll never forget. 

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The slender brunette, perhaps anticipating more snarky comments, began to protest but was cut silent by what Ally, her juvenile mistress said next.

“You may do whatever you wish with this cute, bookish fellow Marie.”

The graceful brunette’s eyes went wide as she observed Ally with stunned amazement. “…but you never let me….”

“I know,” Ally replied in an uncharacteristically wise tone, “but I have today. He’s all yours.”

As if some unseen shackle was lifted from her, Marie couldn’t help but smile. She tried to keep her composure as her eyes stabbed into Jackson with a deep, lustful hunger. When she took a step toward him, she couldn’t help but grin when he took a frightened step back.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” she softly spoke as if approaching a wounded animal, her fangs bared. Try as she might, her voice trembled with excitement as her breath guttered in her chest.

“What are you doing?” Jackson asked as he bumped against his kitchen counter.

“It’s just been so long since I’ve…” Marie’s smoky voice wavered between nervous and aroused. “I just need…”

The kind-hearted Jackson was so conflicted. Marie was easily one of the most attractive, graceful, and well-spoken girls he’d ever met. But she was also a supernatural creature of the night cautiously stalking toward him with a slavering gleam in her eyes.

Unsure if these terrifying moments would be his last, Jackson allowed himself to gaze fondly at the trim curves of her svelte body. He might’ve whimpered at the unfairness of it all, but honestly couldn’t remember – things became a blur around the same time she pounced.

“Oh fuck…I…” was all he could yelp as he felt her hands, delicate and full of otherworldly power, effortlessly pin him against the counter. Fitting that he’d be eaten in a kitchen, he thought.

When he felt her breath tickle his shoulder he went numb. Around the same time that he recognized that her hands were trembling, he felt the slipperiness of her tongue as she dragged it along the tender sides of his neck.

“Marie? I…please don’t toy with me. Just get it over with,” he cringed.

“Oh no,” the dark-haired seductress bit her lip as she whispered to him, “tonight I’m taking my time and savouring every last second of this.” She ran her hands along his slender form, appreciating his chest with her fingertips.

Jackson was stunned and glanced up to look at Ally. The perky redhead was sitting on the opposite counter, watching with glee as she casually teased her fingertips along the pale flesh of her generous bust.

He was snapped back to reality, however, when he felt Marie’s soft hand steal past his belt and into his jeans. The confused boy was about to speak, but words failed him as he felt her icy grip squeeze his hard, aroused shaft. For a blood-starved vampire, she was unimaginably tender.

Marie buried her head against his neck and groaned with delight. “Fuck, you’re so hot and hard, and warm…” she smiled as she began to toy with Jackon’s aching cock. She placed kisses along Jackson’s jaw, and softly stroked his ever-hardening cock. When she saw his eyes flutter, she released her grip on him and gazed deeply into his sparkling, fearful eyes.

He relaxed somewhat when he realized that her insatiable hunger wasn’t just for blood, but something else entirely. “So, Marie…”

But she would have none of it, and hushed him with a finger as she quietly began placing soft kisses along his chest.

“I…” he attempted again, but still she shushed him as her mouth left a little kiss upon his belt buckle.

Jackson looked down in time to see Marie fumbling with his belt, before she simply wrenched the worn leather apart. He was speechless but there was something undeniably arousing about being at the mercy of such a powerful, insatiable girl.

Marie practically beamed with glee when she unfurled his cock, hard, and smooth from his boxers. It hung low under its own weight.

The slender vampire teased her fingertips along its sides before looking up at him with a lusty glaze burning in her eyes. Her smile would’ve been alluring had her fangs not been fully bared.

Hot Nights in Wintermarch [fff, first-time, lesbian, magic]

Victorious and loaded with treasure, our heroes race back to their favourite watering hole in the sleepy mountain village of Wintermarch. Unfortunately, Tabralea the curseblade can't get a recent brush with death off of her mind. As luck would have it, her caring companions Aeri the elven warlock and Cordie the dark elven priestess are more than ready to soothe their human friend's aching soul with the aid of some seductively arousing spells.

This story is approximately 10,000 words long and features three beautiful heroes who are used to exploring Dungeons and slaying Dragons, two sexy elves who attempt to show their human friend the meaning of 'elven friendship,' some sexy magic, an ultra hot bath scene, and a nervous human warrior's first (but definitely not last) girl-girl-girl experience.

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Tabbie’s knuckles dug into her thighs as passionate thoughts danced in her head. She closed her eyes tightly, yet all she could think about was seeing Aeri’s slender, naked body stalk carefully across the dark room. Although she’d seen her companion in a similar state dozens of times, this was the first time that the human girl failed to avert her gaze.

Instead, Tabbie drank deeply of the vision before her. She marvelled at the gentle bob of the elf’s small chest and the delicate strawberry kisses of her nipples. She stole a glimpse of the girl's taut belly, slender waist and soft curve of her silky thighs. She couldn’t help but marvel that barring the lengthy coppery waves upon her head, like all elves, Aeri’s body was naturally hairless. She leered like a drunken sailor when the delicate elf exposed the curve of her backside as she entered the tub.

When Aeri gasped as her bare bottom touched the tub, Tabbie bit her lip and realized that she’d been running her hands along her thighs. Unsure of how much more she could take, Tabbie rose on unsteady feet.

“I’m heading downstairs,” she blurted out into the quiet of the room. “...this fire’s too damned hot,” she waved her hand at the cozy embers, “so I’m gone.”

“That’s a shame,” the elf lazily replied from the tub. “Come and say goodbye first?”

Tabbie was speechless as lustful blood thundered in her head. She found herself standing beside the tub, enthralled. Her hands, veteran of dozens of battles trembled like an untested farmhand, her steely tactician’s mind was a blank swirl of panic and desire. When she saw the svelte porcelain body entirely visible through the soapy water, she felt her mouth become dry.

“Leaving so soon?” the elf pouted as she traced her fingers along her arms.

“Maybe.”

The deafening silence was broken only by the soft babbling of the warm water.

“That’s a shame. This water is really nice,” Aeri spoke as she cradled her arms.

“Looks like it,” replied the human as she knelt beside the tub.

The water sloshed unevenly as the elf leaned against the side of the tub, as she pulled her damp hair away from her neck.

“I think I missed a spot.”

“I think you did too,” the girl replied as she fished the wispy cloth from the water. Her eyes stole fleet glimpses of her wet, slippery friend. The soap smelled like a well-tended rose garden, but neither of them took the slightest shred of notice. Tabbie bit her lip slightly and surrendered wholly to the chorus of aroused blood screaming in her veins.

Without a word, she held the soapy cloth in her trembling hand and began to make small foamy circles upon the elf’s shoulder.

“Oooh,” the elf exhaled long and slow, “that feels really good.” Aeri was overjoyed to finally feel Tabbie’s touch; elven friendship and sexuality were complicated things that often overlapped, and largely confused those races that that barely lived a century. The quivering elf also took a secret joy in the fact that there simply was no mistaking Tabbie's powerful human hand as anything even remotely elven.

Tabbie had never touched anything so soft, warm, or inviting. When their skin touched, she felt an electric surge of desire through her fingertips. When she teased her soapy hand along the soft, creamy shoulder and all the way down her friend’s delicate arms, Tabbie realized how jagged her own breathing had become.

“There’s more to me than arms,” the warlock playfully suggested. Aeri leaned back against the rim of the tub and arched her back in a way that showcased her petite body.

Tabbie closed her eyes hard and basked in the forbidden sensations. Letting the cloth fall back into the warm water, her bare hands massaged the elf’s delicate shoulder and neck. They eventually slid wetly across her chest, until she felt the hard buds of Aeri’s nipples against her trembling palms.

A kittenish purr of pleasure escaped the slight elf, followed by a promisingly seductive gasp.

Before she could think, the curseblade found herself teasing at the soft breasts and pinching playfully at the nipples, as she often did when she was alone.

Aeri groaned pleasingly at the raw aggression and power as she gripped the brass edges of the tub. She squeezed her thighs tightly in the water – tonight her lover was passionate, strong and perhaps most tantalizing of all, a human.

The elf whispered something so soft that Tabbie had to lean in to hear. When she did, she was greeted with a soft kiss placed sweetly upon her cheek. And then another feather-soft peck upon her jaw. Tabbie’s eyes fluttered as her hands began to play across the elf's graceful body...

A Little Trouble with the Law [mmmf, breeding, cuckold, hotwife, interracial]

Sweet and perky, Chrissie is the neglected housewife of asshole cop Joel Waters. She desperately wants to start a family, but Joel wants nothing to do with her. One day while delivering lunch to her ungrateful husband, some of Joel's men try to cheer her up and Chrissie quickly realizes that she might not need her husband's help after all. Will Joel be forced to watch his wife take matters (and two of his most hunky constables) into her own hands? How will he stop his insatiable wife? That is, assuming he wants to...

This story is around 7200 words long, and features a baby-crazed young wife, gorgeous Latin and Caribbean police officers who were at the right place at the right time, and a miserable crooked cop who is cuckolded by his darling wife, in addition to oral sex, cheating, bbc, double vaginal penetration, pregnancy risk sex, and enough creampies that make this more than worth its list price.

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“…three times a week, and then spin class twice a week,” Chrissie explained.

She was bent over slightly in front of Rodriguez, and had hiked her yoga pants down just enough to show off a peek of her curvy, sculpted bottom. She pulled them back up and spun around quickly, giggling nervously at the constable’s reaction. She missed being desired.

“Holy fuck Chrissie,” Danny sputtered, “I’m… seriously. I mean, I knew you were into fitness, but damn.”

“Aw, thanks. That means a lot,” she cooed, her cheeks flushing warmly. His reaction only seemed to energize her.

“No kids with that booty? That’s insane. I mean, if you were my wife…” Danny trailed off in a knowing chuckle.

Intrigued by the flirty direction the conversation had moved, Chrissie gulped nervously. “You’d what?”

Danny laughed uncertainly at the question and shifted uneasily in his chair, trying to draw attention away from his stiffening cock.

“Well,” he began, “I wouldn’t ignore you for months. That’s for sure.”

“Is that so?” Chrissie glanced at the handsome young officer. She wanted to hear more.

Danny smirked and began to carefully choose his words. “Let’s just say you’d be tucked in just fine every night.”

“Oh,” Chrissie leaned back and teased her hair, wondering how much rosier her cheeks could get.

“Mhmm,” Danny grinned as his eyes began to trace along the toned contours of Joel’s wife before quickly looking away.

Joel fumed. This little game had gone on long enough. He rose to his feet, carefully preparing what he was going to scream at the ex-third-rank constable and his soon-to-be ex-wife. He reached for the door and collided rudely with it – the old steel door didn’t budge. He leaned on it and rattled the handle. 

Nothing. 

He looked around confused and cursed that he’d picked such an old room, as it wasn’t going to be wired with external intercoms until next summer. He instinctively reached for the radio on his shoulder, but went numb when he realized that he’d left all of his stuff on his desk – he didn’t want a sudden call coming through and ruining his flirting with the pretty cadets.

“Fuck,” Joel shook, and went over to the window. He beat on it for a few moments to no avail. He knew this was an old-style “crow’s nest,” the Plexiglas was reinforced and so thick that nobody would hear him on the other side. Furious, the sergeant began to pace back and forth in a cold sweat, trying to ignore the tinny conversation coming from the one-way intercom.

Marshalling this newfound self-esteem, Chrissie nervously broke the silence. “D-do you think I’m pretty, Danny?”

“You know I do,” his smouldering gaze drank her in. “I mean, I know that if you came to visit me every day,” he stood up.

“Yes?”

He strode confidently over to the table beside her and tapped it twice. “…I’d enjoy every second of your lunch visits.”

Chrissie bit her lip and practically felt the heat radiating off the strong body beside her.

She’d never had such attention lavished upon her before. It made her fluttery and happy. Danny was always kind to her at precinct barbeques. Still, she couldn’t ignore how warm and slippery his carefully checked aggression made her feel. She’d seen him in the change room once when she snuck in to surprise Joel, and although she’d never tell anyone, third constable Rodriguez had a smooth and toned swimmer’s body that Chrissie sometimes thought about when she was alone in the shower.

Excited blood pounded in her temples as she pushed herself past her fears. She stood up and locked the delicate blues of her eyes with his.

“W-what would we do, you and I?”

Danny smiled and placed a hand softly on her hip.

His touch was warm even through her clothes and Chrissie shivered in anticipation.

“Maybe this,” Danny teased as he stood behind her and began placing soft kisses against the woman’s delicate neck while his hands teased the contours of her curvy hips.

As the strong hands appreciated her body a flood of desire welled up hotly inside the demure blonde. Chrissie knew it was wrong, but didn’t care. She was so neglected and underappreciated that Danny’s touch promised to cure everything that was wrong with her life.

He gently placed soft bites along her neck, causing her to press her hips back against his body. When she felt his hard cock digging into her ass, something wild awoke in her.

“Danny, we shouldn’t…” she lied. She carefully ground her ass back against his cock, fully aware of how to stoke his lusty fires.

The handsome officer’s hands began to fiddle with her waistband. “I don’t care,” he whispered hotly into her ear.

She gasped at his unchained lust, never having felt so desired in years.

Chrissie’s mind was a drunken haze as she felt powerful hands slide her snug yoga pants along her toned thighs. When they hit the floor below her, she turned around and began kissing Danny. His lips were soft and his face was stubbly. His hands were squeezing and caressing her pink panties in a way that made mind into a heady whirlwind of lust. 

Chrissie didn’t care about her husband Joel anymore – all she could focus on was the muscular hunk pawing and worshipping her neglected, aching body. 

The blonde pulled away from his warm mouth as she pulled her top over her head. Locking eyes with him, she grinned, and then dropped to her knees in an expert yoga crouch.

“Oh fuck,” Danny muttered under his breath.

Her beautiful blue eyes practically shone at him as her heart thundered in her chest. The massive third constable whimpered as he saw her wetly drag her tongue across her plump lips. With a dull clatter, his belt dropped to the cold floor below as she began her attack.

The room went dead silent as Chrissie pulled the girthy shaft from his pants. Danny groaned as he felt the soft hands of his sergeant’s wife grasp the meat of his thick, hot cock. 

Joel had stopped pounding on the glass and observed what was happening with a sneer of disgust and confusion. 

“That’s my goddamned wife you filthy fucker…” he whimpered. The sergeant was furious, betrayed, and humiliated; and for some reason he couldn’t explain, incredibly aroused too. Seeing another man use what was so clearly “his” property awakened an odd blizzard of jealousy and white-hot arousal in him. Joel couldn’t explain it, but he watched spellbound as his wife Chrissie began to drag her hot little tongue along the side of the Danny’s hard cock.

 

Leanne [mmf, first-time, cuckold, hotwife] (Dangerously Dirty Diaries Vol. 3)

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The Curse [mmf, creampie, transformation, slut] (Fantastically Filthy Fantasies Vol. 3)

Frat boy Nick wakes up after a hard night of drinking and discovers that he's somehow stuck inside the body of a sultry blonde aerobics instructor. Even worse, once his friends arrive, he finds himself increasingly aroused by them, and is unsure how long he can hold out before he does something he might regret.

This story is roughly 6000 words long, and involves an mmf with an exceptionally slutty girl (who went to bed a boy), and oral and vaginal creampies.

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“…Hello? I didn’t know that Nick had a guest over,” he smiled, all of his slimy frat-boy attitudes immediately vanishing. It wasn’t that he wasn’t a handsome guy, but the way that he was looking at Nick made her fairly uncomfortable.

Nick smiled, and fumbled for an answer.

“Oh, hi, um… I’m Nick’s friend. From down the hall,” Nick smiled, extending her hand and shaking Danno’s in a rather masculine way.

“Ah, right. Well, I didn’t know he had a guest over. So, when do you expect him back?” he asked, eyebrow raised.

“Well,” the gorgeous blonde began, “I’m not sure. I think he had a lot of business at the bank, so I’m here now. I’ll tell him to call you when he gets in?”

“Ah, cool, we’ll chill here for a while.” Danno replied, a devilish gleam in his eye.

“We?” Nick asked.

“Yeah, our boy Farrell’s stopping by, we usually grab a pizza pie downtown the night after the bars,” pausing briefly before adding with a wink, “you can come along if you want.”

Gross! Is my best friend hitting on me? Nick thought to herself.

“Ha… well, maybe, but I dunno,” Nick tried to back out of the offer.

“I respect that. So, may I ask…” he began. Nick knew exactly what came next, because he’d been Danno’s wingman more times than he could count. “...are you and he, like, a thing? I only ask because you’re clearly far above anything that fool could sweet-talk on his own.”

Nick didn’t know why, but the comment made her giggle, soft and sweetly. She covered her mouth, as she tried to reply, “Oh no, he’s just a wonderful friend,” before adding that she was single indefinitely, in hopes of giving Danno the hint.

“Ah, my heart weeps for all of man-kind, m’lady,” Danno announced, theatrically sweeping his hands back, “because you are one damn fine woman.”

When her best friend leaned on the “w” in woman, shivers ran along her flesh. She was intrigued, but had no idea why. She blushed.

“Oh… really? You think so?” Nick wanted to hear more of what Danno thought of her. No harm in that, right?

The increasingly attractive man shot her a rakish look. “Of course. Trust me, I see a lot of girls in this big city of ours, and I bet most of ‘em would kill just to look like you, even for one day.”

His words washed over Nick like a warm, soothing embrace on a chilly winter afternoon. She needed more.

Danno leaned against the wall. “Hell, you just hopped out of the shower, and look at you,” he assured her as his eyes danced along her body.

She didn’t know why, or even how, but his words had an almost magical effect on her. Nick wasn’t even aware of it, but her big, deep chocolate eyes were giving Danno a tempting, smouldering glance.

Danno blushed slightly and cleared his throat. His charms were usually not so effective.

“Heh, so… uh, how about this weather eh? Hot out there…” he joked.

Seductive and pleading, Nick’s gaze bore a hole straight through him.

“Very. I’m incredibly hot right now,” she replied, thumbs hooked around the elastic waist of her track pants, exposing a smooth and toned belly.

Danno smirked. “I’ll bet.”

Instead of saying anything, she bit her lip in the most alluring manner possible as she blinked at him.

“You some kinda bad girl or something?” he asked, his heart beating hard.

“The worst.”

Images of Inspiration: The Dinner Guest [ffm, tranny, oral sex, anal creampie]

I'm just going to begin by reminding everyone that this is fairly new territory for me. Exciting, sexy, but still new. A lot of help came in from my tumblr, but also from a few unnamed gentlemen from FetLife - you know who you are and are definitely thanked! So, without further ado:

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The Dinner Guest [ffm, tranny, oral sex, anal creampie] (Fantastically Filthy Fantasies Vol. 2)

Brian and his girlfriend Linda have hit a sexual slump, and they think the solution to their problems might be found in Mia, Linda's hot and exotic co-worker. They invite her over to their loft for drinks before a night of clubbing, but when things heat up, Brian discovers a big surprise about the shy Brazilian girl.

This story is roughly 7000 words long, and involves ffm with a tranny, really hot oral sex, and an anal creampie.

Available from Amazon, B&N, iTunes, Kobo, and Google Play.

Brian allowed himself a gentle laugh. After all, he didn’t want to seem too eager.

Linda gave his thigh a playful squeeze, and then pulled back. She glanced at him with menace in her eye.

“Uh oh,” she said in feigned shock, her hand covering her mouth playfully.

Mia seemed puzzled. “Oh no Linds, everything is okay?”

Brian observed his girlfriend quizzically, unsure.

“I think,” Linda spoke, as she silently crept alongside of him, “that someone has a little problem.”

Mia looked genuinely concerned.

Brian wasn’t sure what his girlfriend was playing at.

“Yep,” Linda continued, “cause I don’t wanna wait for the pizza, but I’m hungry now.” She glanced up at her boyfriend with a devilish grin.

Lowering her gaze, she began to paw at the obviously hard cock barely hidden under the dark denim of his jeans. “You’ve been holdin’ out, mister,” she said as she drunkenly began to work the zipper.

Brian was utterly paralyzed with fear and delight as his blood thundered in his veins. He leaned his head back upon the soft plush of the couch when he felt Linda’s cool hand grasp his throbbing, heated member. The head of his cock was already sheathed in precum, from an entire afternoon of filthy fantasies in his head. Finally, Linda gave it a few hard squeezes, causing him to moan softly.

“My my,” Mia said softly to herself, as her gazed fixed upon the naughty events unfolding in front of her. Linda glanced up at her friend and saw the dark-eyed Brazilian girl was running her tongue wetly along her lips in anticipation.

Eyes closed, Brian said nothing.

“So, what happens if I’m hungry too? Is there enough for me?” Mia asked, her accent thick and lusty in Brian’s ears.

“Of course,” Linda cooed, “I always share my toys with my friends.”

Unsure if he was dreaming, Brian looked down to fully appreciate what he was about to receive. As Mia knelt down in front of him, her miniskirt hiked up giving Brian a peek of her gauzy pink panties. Tanned, exotic features or not, Brian could see that Mia was in fact blushing heavily, as she leaned toward his exposed cock. Linda was splayed on the couch next to him, her legs playfully kicked up behind her.

Sweeping her sandy blonde hair to one side, Linda observed the pained anticipation upon her boyfriend’s face. Then, without a moment’s notice, Linda wetly slurped her boyfriend’s cock into her hot little mouth.

Brian moaned softly.

Linda closed her eyes, as she always did and began to suck deeply on his shaft.

Mia, however, looked up at him with her smouldering dark eyes when her wet little tongue began to tease him. She softly brushed her dark hair from her face and began to tickle his shaft, and suck at his balls.

Brian glanced down in awe: of all the times he’d secretly fantasized about it, he never though that he’d ever see Mia and Linda, cheek to cheek, hungrily devouring his cock.

The girls exchanged knowing glances at one another as they worked Brian’s meat with their eager little mouths. Giggly Linda, unable to contain herself, hummed pleasingly through his cock, causing him to shudder with delight.

Linda popped Brian’s cock wetly out of her mouth, and with a big sticky grin on her face, offered it to Mia.
The sun-kissed girl’s lashes fluttered seductively, as her dark brown eyes locked with Brian’s. Through the faintest of smiles, she made a little o around the head of his slippery shaft, and silently inhaled it without a sound.

Mia was good, damned good. The suction she could maintain was incredible, far more than Linda. A skilled cock-sucker, her tongue flattened out against his shaft and did an erotic little swirl around the base of his head with every pump of her mouth. Brian held his arms behind the couch for leverage, and nearly thrust his hips up to greet her.

Brian moaned, and struggled to keep his composure. He was used to Linda, and Mia was new, refreshing and skilled. She pulled much harder than Linda, causing her cheeks to cave in somewhat, and her fiery gaze burned a hole right through him. Brian was in heaven.

Impressed, and perhaps a little jealous, Linda began to lick at her boyfriend’s shaft, with the occasional kiss being placed upon the corner of Mia’s mouth. Before he knew it, Brian was watching Mia and his girlfriend stealing sticky, cum-soaked kisses from one another as they playfully fought over his cock. Life was good.

Cradling his head back along the cushions of the couch, Brian decided to push his luck. “Little hot in here, isn’t it girls?”

Sliding his glistening shaft from her mouth, Linda pinched his thigh. “You’ve got some nerve, mister.”

He smiled boyishly. “I know.”

Mia respectfully glanced at Linda, who gave her a nod. Before Brian could react, the little black dress that the sultry Brazilian had painted on spilled to a shiny pile at her feet, revealing the delicate pink panties that clung tightly to her beautiful, tanned body...

The Locker Room [mmf, creampie, oral sex] (Fantastically Filthy Fantasies Vol. 1)

Pretty, blonde, and tanned, Ally is a hot cheerleader who's just learned that her boyfriend, the handsome quarterback Dan, cheated on her while he was playing an out of town game. To seek her revenge, she goes to chew him out in the locker room in front of his teammates, but stumbles upon something far more to her liking.

This story is roughly 5000 words long, and involves mmf, creampie, oral sex, and revenge.

Available from Amazon, B&N, iTunes, Kobo, and Google Play.

Blue and a little rusted in the corners, the heavy iron door slammed so hard that it caused echoes to explode across the gym. Ally was pissed.

Fury seemed to well up in burning green eyes and crept across her brow. Her fists balled up at the end of her toned, tanned arms. Casually brushing the blonde locks that had escaped from beneath her cowboy hat, she stalked the halls of the school gracefully, like some stalking huntress.

Even when she was furious, there was no mistaking that she was one of the beautiful, arrogant girls who naturally dominated the cheerleading team.

She was even pretty as she worked up a sweat, just five minutes ago, when she keyed the red pick-up truck that her soon-to-be-ex boyfriend Dan drove.

They were the classic couple, or at least, used to be. He was the handsome quarterback and she, the star cheerleader on his arm. Dan was a temptingly tall, dark, and handsomely sculpted statue. Apparently some girl that Ally had never met before felt so too. When Dan’s team was playing in another city, she stayed the night in his hotel room.

Ally only found out because Dan, not the sharpest tool in the shed, accidentally forwarded the convo he’d been having with said home-wrecking girl. The rest, like the tires on Dan’s pickup, was history.

Ally stormed through the gym. She’d expected to find him here, working out. “Probably bragging about the whore he’d banged while the fucker was away,” she fumed.

Although her cheerleading kept her svelte and trim, it also made her toned, allowing her far more force than one would suspect. Pilates and yoga, she smirked, as another door satisfyingly nearly flew off its hinges.

She had just toppled a large wire basket of footballs when she heard riotous laughter echoing down a far corridor.

“Dan,” she seethed. Her blood began to boil.

Ally marched toward the hallway, and noticed that it came from the boys’ locker room. She grinned. There’d be something so very satisfying about tearing Danny-boy a new one in front of all of his friends. Music to her ears. She grinned devilishly and carefully pushed her way through the door.

She was met with a steamy wave of sweat, soap, and cologne. She paused, however briefly, and allowed herself to enjoy the raw masculinity of the place, before continuing down the short, dark hallway.

She stopped just short of the final door, disappointed because realized that there were far fewer voices than she’d originally thought.

Straining to listen, she immediately recognized both. One was Blake, a lightning fast running back with a swimmer’s body, and the other was Davis, a massive teddy bear of a man who kept Dan’s worthless hide safe on the field. She liked them both. Blake for the eye candy, and David because he’d blush and stammer every time one of the cheerleaders would flirt with him. And they all did. Poor guy.

She stopped to listen further – maybe Dan was in the shower? Ally allowed herself to eavesdrop through the door. Of course Blake was doing the talking.

“So then, seriously guy, he fuckin’ goes,” Blake was lecturing the massive Davis, “you fucker’s gotta pay for that, ‘cause that shit ain’t free!” Ally listened to Davis burst into laughter, as Blake tried to add even more elements to his likely made-up story. The big man was in the middle of congratulating his lightning-fast friend when Ally decided to crash the party.

“Evening gents,” she said, looking at no one in particular, with the slightest tilt of her hat.

Both boys froze completely.

She was somewhat relieved that they were both wearing towels, but they’d clearly just finished hitting the showers. Davis comically tried to cover his barrel chest with his massive arms, and Blake offered her a completely surprised, wide-eyed smirk.

“Allykins,” the slender boy greeted her. He knew she hated that.

“Cut the crap! Where’s that sack of shit man of mine?” she roared.

She knew by the looks on their faces that Dan had already told them. They looked nervously at one another, before Blake began to stammer a reply. “Ally, he uh…”

“You know what,” she cut him off, “I don’t even fucking care. Screw him. We’re finished.” She literally shook with rage.

Both men stood in silence, unsure how to proceed.

“He’s history, so in the past. You know what I need? Someone to celebrate my new freedom from that asshole,” she announced triumphantly.

Davis looked away, while Blake smiled, fumbling for his words, for a change.

“Got any single friends? I need someone to help me get over that limp-dick loser,” she casually announced to the pair, as she examined her nails.

Blake laughed, cleared his throat, and laughed again.

Davis sweetly tried to play mediator. “Ally, you don’t mean that. I know that Dan’s got his problems,” he began, but she ignored the rest of what he said, when she realized how massive his bulge was under his towel. He’d tried to cover it with his hands, but was failing.

She interrupted him.“Really?” she asked, as she stepped menacingly toward him. The massive man actually shrunk back.“You have no idea where I’d find someone like that?” she asked in a soft, kittenish voice, as she playfully tugged at his towel.

Visibly worried, Davis backed off. “Hey, cut it out,” he demanded, trying to hide the massive bulge in his pants. Blake watched in awed silence.

Before anyone could react, Ally had managed to yank the towel off causing Davis’ cock to bob out from its hiding place.

Ally gasped loudly, eyes wide, as she covered her mouth gently.

“Fuck son…” Blake shook his head in a compliment to his large friend.

Davis began to turn a deep shade of red, and watched Ally in stunned silence.

“Good god, if only Danny had toys like this,” she cooed, unable to hide the beaming smile that crept across her face.“So,” she began, as she leaned in closely.

Davis stumbled over his words. “Y-yes?”

Her eyes were wide with excitement and her breath was heaving in her chest. She felt a little bad that she was seducing the sweet boy so effortlessly, but it was well worth it.

“Can I touch it?” Ally asked in a seductive, throaty purr.

Dani [teen, bi-curious, masturbation] (Dangerously Dirty Diaries Vol. 1)

Young, attractive, and barely past her eighteenth birthday, Dani has her whole life ahead of her. Although she can't wait to leave high school and begin university, her strict Catholic upbringing has left her admittedly sheltered, and wondering about many things. Spurred onward by a close friend, Dani one day decides to begin a private journal documenting the sexual journey that she has chosen to undertake, as a means of better understanding the urges, feelings, and desires that she has, and helping her understand her own sexuality better.

This is that journal.

This short story is roughly 9000 words in length, and contains the steamy scenes of sexy solo fun that a sexually frustrated young schoolgirl can get up to. She masturbates, she makes out with her crush, and wonders why she can't stop watching girl-on-girl porn.

Available from Amazon, B&N, iTunes, Kobo, and Google Play.

March 7,

Had that dream again. The super-duper extra weird one, with the trees inside the castle, and the walls are water? Yeah, I don't know either. Hmm, I wonder... So yeah, don't worry, this isn't becoming a dream journal. The reason that something like that made it here is 'cause when I woke up from said weird and craziness dream, I was um, glad that everyone was off at aunt Delia's?

Yeah, I'm gonna get hell for sleeping in on a Saturday, but honestly, I was twisting and turning half of the morning sleeping off the hangover before I'd realized that I was naked. It felt sooo damned good! Just the fabric against my bare body, gently teasing my skin.

I called out a few times, and then realized that everyone was away at aunt D's, so I figured that I had the place to myself. So of course, I was hot too. I mean like, really hot. I was sleeping on my belly, as usual, and kept shifting my legs back and forth. Sooo good.

It feels kinda silly to be writing this, but I teased myself a little. I let my fingertips drag along my hips and thighs. Just back and forth, so soft. I tried pretending it was someone else, but I couldn't – all me.

After a while, I broke down, and, you know. I think I knew it was going to happen all along. I let my hand slide along my tummy, and parted my legs just a little at first. I was prickly because I haven't trimmed in a while (so much for that blind date with Todd. Blah!), but it felt good, and warm, and wet. I was surprised how slippery my fingers felt.

It's hard writing this kinda stuff, but I came pretty fast. Karen says she tastes her fingers when she's done and it drives Dean up the wall, but I'm sorry, that's just gross. Right? But yeah, I was really quiet too, because mid-orgasm I'd realized what I was doing, and that someone might walk in. Well, not really, but you know, could happen. Coulda been Todd. Asshole.

March 20,

What's this two entries in one month! Oh dirty journal, there's hope for you yet! So yeah, super-duper sleep deprived this week. First period with Mrs. Jacobson and she's all going on like a giant cunt 'bout my attention. It sucks. She's like “the school may rescind your university application if your grades slip,” which I think is total bullshit. Needa ask someone who isn't my parents. Blah.

But I mean it's not my fault. Well, kinda. Not really though. I was up super, super late, doing totally legitimate homework. About my body. And sexuality. Wouldn't want me to grow up and be a weirdo, right? Fuck. Can't tell them that though!

You try being 18, living in a body that's a trim and toned (ha!) sack of raging hormones, with a mind that wants to see how everything that's cock, tongue, or finger-shaped would fit inside of your body. GOD! Just freaking writing that made me twinge with desire. Yep, that's what I call it – a twinge. You'll know it when it happens.

So yeah, up super late. Big props to aunt Dee, because my new laptop is a) super fast, and b) all mine, so I can lock my door at night, turn down the lights, and twinge away! Haha, god, I hope nobody ever finds this. SO ANYHOW I'm up late and looking around. Finally went to 4chan, or whatever that Cory was talking about. That site, just like Cory, is fuckin' weird and creepy. No thanks!

Went to my usual spots, but also discovered this site where they just film the faces of girls as they're masturbating. Oh. Em. Gee. So so so damned hot. There was this really pretty girl, freckles and rosy cheeks, and thick, cute glasses, and I watched the whole video. And yes, you pervy journal, it made me really slippery. I dunno, I was about 70% through it when I'd realized how hot I was. Like, when I reached down, I was surprised how sticky my panties were. I yanked 'em hard to the side and you know, began to tease myself, imagining that I was her, listening to her moans and soft gasps.

Yeah, and then it hit me – does that make me a lesbian? I mean, I find girls attractive, like, physically, you know, like their form. But, I like them like I like art – I don't wanna fuck a painting, you know? I mean, I'm chasing Todd for fuck sakes, right?

March 23,

…and the week was going so, so well! Stupid Todd, stupid heart, stupid hormones. He’s all like “Dani, there’s this thing at Blair’s place this weekend, it’d be cool if you were there, you know?” Like he’s all too cool and awesome. Fuck he is though. Damnit. He keeps going on and on about how he’s got an acceptance letter from his “first choice,” and his “backup.” Dick. What a fucking dick move. He knows that they haven’t even sent them out yet. Fuck him. Yeah, I wish.

Might go, might not. What’s the goddamned point of being 18 when all you can do is buy lottery tickets and fireworks, but you needa wait another damned year to get the good stuff! Suppose I’ll be calling that wonderfully talented and handsome cousin of mine up, to place “an order.” Heh.

Oh! I’m still in love with the face-only jillin’ videos, but I watched one where there’s this beautiful music and it’s just two girls and one is giving the other a hot oil massage. Yep, that’s for me. It looked amazing.
I mean, of course, the girls were way hotter than me, but I think I’d totally be able to hold my own getting a nude massage. Jeez, hope nobody I know ever finds this thing.

But yeah, it was just so sensuous and beautiful. I realized that it’s probably not that I’m a lesbian or anything, but I’m just really into the aesthetics and the beauty of it all. That’s probably it. Yep. Mostly.

In an entirely unrelated topic, I want a hot oil massage. But, um, by a chick. I’ve had one before, and while it was nice, my ex was far too rough with me. Plus, he was a guy, so obviously, he only paid attention to my butt, nipples, and pussy, sloshed a ton of oil onto them, and we almost immediately began to have oily sex. NOT that I’m against that, but sigh.

I’d also want hands that knew how to touch, and when. I mean, it’s not like I don’t want any attention. Cause let’s face it, “massage a chick, she’ll sit on your dick.” Hahaha, shit can’t believe I wrote that.

Back to the massage video. I know it was staged, but the girls looked so content. I want to be wanted like that. I want to have hands upon my body. Soft, feminine hands that aren’t concerned with sticking fingers inside of my body, or using me for sex, but hands that will appreciate my flesh, and worship me. Yes, I said it.

I want that so badly. Strong and smooth hands that can trace the contours of my naked body, appreciating my body, and feeling my curves. I’d have to be vulnerable to a degree I’m unsure I’m okay with, but I know it would feel so damned good.

Not that you’d know it, but I wrote, deleted, and re-wrote this next sentence about seven times before I was okay with it, but, I’m kinda wondering how a different a girl might feel. Um, you know, in that way. It’s just that in the video, she was so gentle and caring, uh, all the way through.

I liked that part. Probably more than I care to admit.

I’ve bookmarked the video, and have gone back to it for the past five days. Like, five in a row. I don’t watch the first part anymore, and just skip ahead to when the girl is laying on the table. Just her and her beautifully toned body. As a former gym-rat, hopeful cheerleader, and yoga-addict, I can definitely appreciate how long it took, and how hard she’s worked to get a body like that.

But even more than that, I’ve started to see these little signals that she gives off.

Maybe it’s just in my head, but she almost pushes her buns up when the masseuse is caressing oily hands over her skin. I know that feeling – you want something so badly, but you can’t ask for it. As she lies on the table, her gasps barely float out past her lips. It’s, um… interesting? Yeah, let’s just go with that.

They focus on her face for a bit, and you can see her eyes are closed, not tight, but closed. She’s clearly enjoying it. Her breathing gets deeper, and it’s almost like she’s focusing carefully on what’s happening to her. I know exactly what she’s focusing on.

I’ve memorized what happens next. The masseuse drags her nails down the back of the girl’s thighs. She shivers. Well, I assume she does, because it makes ME shiver each and every time I see it.

And then, without any warning, or break with the flow of the massage, the masseuse casually spreads the girl’s thighs ever so slightly, and begins running her slippery fingers alongside her pouty little slit.

I’m not going to lie, the second time I watched it, I immediately came at that part. Not the first, cause I didn’t know what was coming up. The first time I crossed my legs as tightly as they would go and savoured the warmth it brought me. But yeah, the second, I stopped edging myself and let my fingers sink into my pussy. I came so fast and hard it was like a floodgate breaking. It’s that damned good.

The masseuse teases her perfectly, as her skilled hands tease and frame the girl’s pussy perfectly. Her lips are curled out and slippery, part from the oil, and part from how turned on she is. That’s big for me – girls in porn that are completely 100% aroused and into what they’re doing. You can’t fake that. Trust me.

Something else too. Hard to explain, but I’ll try: I mean, at that point, a guy would’ve just drilled his fingers in. And it’s not that I don’t want that at times, I just don’t want that ALL the time.

With girls, I mean, you know, from what I’ve seen, there’s no forcing of anything, there’s just two bodies working together, helping one another to achieve a toe-curling orgasm. Damn. And they just go and go and go and don’t need to wait for their boner to come back. Double damn.

Anyways, the masseuse clearly knows what she’s doing. She knows and understands the soft, sculpted body in front of her, how it works, and where the girl needs to be. I dunno, it’s like there’s a deeper connection between them, so that by the time she does slide her fingers in, it’s wordless, it’s natural… god that must be so nice.

And fucking hell does that girl cum hard! Her fingers dig into the fabric of the massage table and she just silently moans, as she kicks her legs out. Her hips thrust hard against the table, causing her bum to jiggle softly.

It’s not fake like most porn… well, I know it is, but it’s a lot less “fake” that most porn. The orgasm that the masseuse gives her is natural, and beautiful. It’s like her body is rewarding her. I like that.

I sort of I want… something like that.

To be encouraged like that, and rewarded for sharing my body with soft hands that know what they’re doing, that know what a girl wants. What a girl needs.

Not that you need to know this, but the previous few sentences of this entry was actually written three days after the entry, because I had a lot to think about. You know, I know who I am, and what I like, but sometimes, like these last three days, I wonder.

I guess it’s just that the more I’ve been thinking about that video, the more I wonder, as hard as it might be to admit, or what it means, what it would be like to feel soft feminine hands… upon my flesh, and um, inside my body. You know, that weren’t my own.

Fuck.