JerkGently
CHYOA Veteran
About me
Get to know me better
- When I'm not writing erotica I like to
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Write on other topics
- When I'm not reading erotica I like to read
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Comics by Gillen and McKelvie
- My favorite word for "penis" is
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Shaft
- My favorite word for "vagina" is
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Folds
- I write erotica because
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Life is Love is Lust
- In conclusion, I am
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Here with you, in the now
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The Feminization Almanac
Welcome sluts and sissies, to the Almanac: Your one-stop-shop for feminization inspiration! This isn’t a story, as such, though there may be snippets of fiction and fantasy thrown in. This is a community-built resource to help you become the best brainless little fucktoy you can be! Articles, advice, humiliating admissions and begs for attention. Hypnotic mantras and how best to get semen-stains out of nylon thigh-socks. This is a place for those who exist for only one purpose, to gather together and help each other submit to it.
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Primeval Lusts
In the endless forests of humanity’s dawn scattered tribes and family groups wander endlessly, learning to move through their own new-found supremacy. Life is ever dangerous, yes, but their world is wide and plentiful, leaving countless hours available for exploring their relationships with one another. No priests or politicians have yet emerged to police their hearts or bodies. No shame has yet been invented to demand they hide who they are or what they want. Sa is the finest huntress of her tribe, first daughter to the chief and his once-favoured lover: her mother-sister Ru. She has one other surviving true sister, Ko, a shy, younger girl who is utterly devoted to her ageing father-leader, much to the chagrin of their own mother and her various sons by other men. Sa navigates the subtle complexities of this inner circle of the tribe, anxious to protect her dearest sister but all to aware that their dad is growing weaker and lazier, day by day. The rest of the tribe form a loose circle of cousins, aunts, half-siblings and the occasional stranger collected along the way. Keeping track of who is related to who is difficult at the best of times, what with the sharing of pleasures being nigh continual and babies simply arriving when they do. The forest can be a dark place as well as bright. Predators, sickness and injuries can claim anyone at any time. Thus the tribe must be close. The tribe must be love undiluted. The tribe must remain strong in both heart and numbers. Sa knows all this. Sa wears all this upon her shoulders. She will be chief next. Not because of her father, but because of who she has made herself. That is the only way she can protect Ta, and everyone else she holds closest.
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A Sissy Saves the Neighbourhood
You, (Sam), are a 24 year old femboy who has just moved into a new home in quiet suburbia. After a difficult upbringing and many trials in finding yourself... you have finally found the life of your dreams. Ben, your forever-partner, has found a new career with a successful company and asked you to be his submissive, sissy househusband. It is a prospect that both excites you and terrifies you in equal measure. You know very little about cooking, cleaning or running a home. You have left all your inner-city friends and expectations behind. You have no idea how the local people might react to the two of you and your unusual relationship. There is no going back now though... You have thrown out all your old clothes. All traces of the shy, outwardly masculine life you had before. From now on you are nothing but your master/lover's pretty, little plaything. Skipping to the shops in flowing summer dresses and kneeling at the door to await his return home from work. This is all you've ever wanted... So you will definitely make it work!
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A Sissy in the 22nd Century
In the year 2192, automation and AI have removed humanity's need to work, they instead seek only to fulfill their baser desires. Raising a family is no longer deemed important or fashionable, so instead most children are raised in large group 'Homes'. Their entire lives and even bodies are governed by algorithms and hormonal engineering. When they come of age, they are sorted into roles within society which 'fulfill their heart's deepest desires' and, coincidentally, allow the older generations and richer citizens to explore their own perversions further and further. Jesse is one of these young people, purposefully grown effeminate and submissive over years of subtle manipulation. Now he has graduated into a prestigious school specifically for the training of 'Sissy Slutwives'. An entire lifetime of loyal service awaits...
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JerkGently's Furry Box of Odds and Ends
Just a place for me to daintily exhibit what erotic titbits I couldn't fit into any of my grander tales. Short stories, poems, art in any form. Bits and pieces, people and places that just don't seem to fit anywhere else.
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For all that is Holy
Chastity has been raised alone by her mother almost all her life. She never knew the father that ran away, only the hole that left in their lives and the bitter strength it built up in her remaining parent. They became shut-aways, homeschooled in isolation from a world her mother viewed as 'filled with sin'. The girl grew up without ever really getting to know anyone else her own age. Without ever learning anything except what her Mom taught her. The lessons were harsh, at times... and her parent a stern and standoffish overlord of every aspect of her life. Yet, there was love there too. Chastity understood that everything law laid down was done so in the name of love and protection... and never missed any greater freedoms she had never firstly known. Things began to change as she grew older though... Her mother was looking further and further afield for some avenue worthy to direct their unwavering faith along. Every church they joined, every variant on righteousness... was dived headlong into and then duly discarded. Every one... until 'The church of the Faceless Father', a group whose very name seemed to speak to Chastity's life. Her mother threw herself into their devotion with customary zeal, attending prayer meetings and late-night masses. Yet, it was some surprise to the daughter to hear, a week before her eighteenth birthday, that they would both be moving in to the church's high-walled commune. It would seem that this now, was to be their new home. Embroiled within the teachings of the enigmatic 'Father' of the cult and it's many always-masked 'Brothers'.
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Staves and Dripping Caverns
Welcome to Staves and Dripping Caverns: The world's biggest erotic fantasy and sexual role-playing event. Here, in our 100 acres of forest, cliffs and meadows far from prying eyes, you can experience a world of magic, adventure and exploration unlike any other. SaDC is an adults only L.A.R.P. event held over a 4 day weekend in a location disclosed only to paying entrants. All participants must be of legal age and have provided documentation proving they are free of any sexually transmissible infections. This is a character and community driven erotic experience where constant intimate encounters with strangers are expected and encouraged, do not attend if this does not seem acceptable to you.
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The Passenger
In the not too distant future, cybernetic enhancements are just about beginning to breakthrough into fashionable, mainstream usage. Tight regulations are kept on the likes of muscular upgrades and dangerous hardware installations, of course. However due to the governmental lobbying of telecommunication companies, surgical implants to allow a user to connect to the internet mentally and visually are fast becoming the must-have fashion accessory of the moment. Such surgically-applied accessories come at a high price though… far beyond the allowances of those demographics most for them. Which has, of course, inevitably led to an extensive black market opening up, catering mainly for those young, naive and foolhardy enough to risk allowing the un-registered or unqualified access to their skulls and minds. Besides the obvious medical risks involved… There are also rumours abound of such underground clinics using old, out-of-date software with gaping holes in their security protocols. Or conspiracy theories of such shady businesses actually being paid to install backdoors into their client’s heads, to allow all sorts of untoward access. There are certainly sites on the web where those in the know can piggyback onto the streaming visual data of any number of real individuals going about their daily lives. A voyeur’s dream which is kept semi-legal by half-hearted banner announcements that everyone involved is most definitely a voluntary exhibitionist or paid actor, offering their live POV to several thousand strangers at once. Of course, none of this is enough to discourage those to have access to the latest technological craze… And the mainstream media seems strangely slow and quiet to report on any cases of misuse. So our protagonist, Sam, is only the latest amongst a multitude to have saved up all their meagre, teenage earnings in order to be shown through the hidden back door of the local tattoo parlour. They simply can’t wait to wake up tomorrow and try out their new implants!
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Submitting with Step-sister
Jo and Jenny are two 18 year old step-siblings on the cusp of adulthood, raised in an uncaring household of luxury and expectation. Determined to flee this gilded prison, they formulate a plan to escape, aided by an unsavoury ‘acquaintance’ of Jenny, known only as Skeg. Seen through the eyes of Jo, a shy, polite young man with a possibly unhealthy devotion to his step-sister, you will be swept along as he is to play the part of her ‘twin’. Learning to dress, live and satisfy all manner of wanton lusts as a member of the opposite gender. For the boundaries of Jenny’s ‘deal’ with Skeg seem ever changing, and her own eagerness to explore this grimy new world of slums, sex and submission; unquenchable. Will poor Jo be able to keep up with her insatiable vision for their new life? Will he be able to retain some sense of self and innocence amongst all this debauchery? Read on for a tale of taboo lusts, bisexual prostitution and finding one’s true place in the world.
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Night and Day
The life of a single mother in the city takes its toll... Tracy has raised the only person in the world who matters anymore through hard times and harder. Abandoned by a no-good father, the pair of them have never had anyone else to rely on. Yet now, even that bond between them is becoming strained. John is nearly a man now. He doesn't need or want his mother's protection. She knows this. She get's it... but after dedicating over half her life to him alone... her whole world is unravelling. Turning to drink and loose sex, she has simply been looking for anything else she can find to fill that hole in her centre. That sense of fulfilment and reason for being. Yet nothing seems to come close. Nothing matches that love she built herself to be stronger than any other in the universe. Now she is letting down and pushing away the one young man who means everything to her and doesn't know how to bridge the gap that's forming. It's as if she's splitting into two wholly different people. At night and during the day... One who wants to be the perfect mother... to selflessly provide for him anything he wishes. And one who has her own needs... dark and twisted and suppressed for too long. John watches all this with a keen but unsure eye. He loves his Mom... But she is not who he thought she was. He can see the cracks forming in the mask she wears... Just what does she really want? (This story will switch regularly between the viewpoints of the two main characters, to give insights inside their heads. To prevent confusion this will be indicated in each chapter title.)
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One step away
In a world just one genetic misstep away from our own, humanity has spent our entire history fighting against our own low rate of fertility. The modern world has dawned, much as it has in our own reality, full of many of the same inequalities, challenges and successes. Yet the very idea that any erotic act might be taboo has simply never occurred to these people. Children are so sought after and precious that any time NOT spent trying to create them is widely considered wasted. Whole societies are divided into hierarchies based on how fertile you are, or at least appear to be . Churches and fashion trends all sway toward pushing citizens to be as promiscuous and rampantly erotic as possible. Sexual penetration is constrained by consent, but all other erotic acts are basically considered continuously fair game, in public or at home. Once a person comes of age, their body is an open target for any and all that might desire it. No-one questions this. No-one is shocked by it. It is simply how things have always been.
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Now Mother's Gone
Nothing was quite the same after your wife left. Still, you didn’t blame her, not really. She had always been a free spirit, ever since you’d known her, you could only keep someone like that caged up so long. She’d stayed long enough to watch the daughter you’d made together flower into a beautiful young woman, then left you both in each other's care. Said daughter was a little less forgiving about the situation, declaring often that it was not right for her to have abandoned you. Yet, there was an air of understanding and appreciation of increased freedom in her complaints. During her early teenage years your home had been host to an endless cycle of conflicts between the two women you loved most. Now you and your daughter were closer than ever, joined by a shared absence and slowly working out how to stretch out your limbs and fill that void.
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An Immortal Slut's Journal
Thank you, my Beauties… for lending an ear to an old, old lady in a surprisingly spry body. I was born a long time ago, in an age when there was a lot more mystery and magic crawling and stomping through the world. When gods and heroes chased after their own oh-so mortal desires, and we such smaller beings were just tossed between their whims. Oh, not that I'm complaining. I've found myself quite fond of being tossed upon whims, across the centuries. I have wandered here and there, along trail, road and track. And got to meet so many people… intimately. While the world moved on around me and everything I knew fell away… still I just kept journeying onward. The loves and lusts of all shades and colours: That I have chased and found, and in turn let find and catch me... have sustained me throughout it all. Now the world has changed again. Times are hard. Crops are failing. Towns fall empty. I walk through derelict streets and see people scratching out a living in manners I recognise from ages left behind. Yet, still my journey continues. Now, more than ever… people need a little touch of raw physicality. A place to unleash all their turmoil. I am more than happy to be that place. My unchanging body is a gift I have been given… and one I give back to the world freely. Until such time as no man or woman is left who desires it.
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While she sleeps...
Katarina Ivankov lives in a small, rural town out the ass end of nowhere. Her mother works late every night in a local town bar, but her father and only brother are renowned layabouts... proudly achieving nothing all day, everyday. Leaving Kat to try and keep the household running, ever put upon for chores even as she tries to earn an education. Until she finally collapses into bed each night. Only to wake up one night and find her father playing with her body like it's his favourite toy. Pretending to still be asleep she starts to realise this is no new situation. He has been using her this way for months. Still, she is unsure whether to challenge him... and when the next night brings further surprises. Kat begins to think there might be things about herself she doesn't know either.
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Afterschool Orgy Club
Stacy never really got on with girls, nor most boys either to be honest. Throughout her teenage life she slipped further and further toward the fringes of High School society. That is, until she met Mark and Peter, two guys so far off from the spectrum of popularity that they didn't even seem to notice. As the three of them got closer and closer, everything the world outside seemed to hold important began to just seem pointless and hypocritical. Till finally Stacy realised it really didn't matter what anybody else thought. She was just going to be who she wanted to be. Now the three of them have found an exhilarating freedom without bounds or social limits. Safe in their trust of one another and the secret desires they can all explore. The boy's might think an angel fell into their midst, but Stacy is half-determined to see just how far down her own heart goes.
