K.C. Riley
Virgin
- K.C. Riley was last seen:
- Gender:
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- Birthday:
- November 30, 1988
- Location:
- United States of America
- Homepage:
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- When I'm not writing erotica I like to
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program AI, design RPGs, and argue on the Internet.
- When I'm not reading erotica I like to read
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cognitive neuroscience, futurology, and theoretical physics.
- My favorite word for "penis" is
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cock.
- My favorite word for "vagina" is
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pussy.
- I write erotica because
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it's easy, creatively speaking, compared to other types of fiction. Human sexuality is simple to titilate and, of course, fun to explore. The leisurely writing of erotica serves as a good exercise for themes and techniques I might want in other stories.
- In conclusion, I am
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a prurient, narcissistic geek.
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I love this girl. by K.C. Riley
Chapter 9 in IncubÄre
Relishing in her outpouring of lust for you, your cock strains urgently against your normally comfortable jeans, pulsing and twitching against her thin blouse, and you growl hungrily into her kiss. She giggles sinisterly, shifting her weight around against your unyielding ma...
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No, but you can pay me another way… by K.C. Riley
Chapter 8 in IncubÄre
You may have seen too many pornos, or your judgment may be impaired by the still-towering erection, but as you step up to her pointedly, you say it almost before you’ve thought it: “No, but I’m sure we can work something out…” Just as you realize what you’re doing and begi...
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I'm pretty sure this is bad for me. by K.C. Riley
Chapter 9 in IncubÄre
Ow. Fuck. A hot, tender pain is radiating from your cock as you return to consciousness. Your eyes work themselves open as you prop yourself up on one arm, looking down at yourself: naked, with a red, shriveled remnant of your earlier erectile glory. What the fuck just happe...
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No, but don't worry about it. by K.C. Riley
Chapter 8 in IncubÄre
“Actually, no. But don’t worry about—what is it?” The girl has a staggered, dumbfounded expression on her face and isn't making eye contact, but she's definitely looking at something near your—oh, fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck! Without following her gaze, without moving your e...
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[Let her in.] by K.C. Riley
Chapter 7 in IncubÄre
“I get it. Come on in.” You can't help but chuckle as you open the screen door for the adorable, nervous mess. She steps in with relief, and you find yourself distracted by her lips as she happily sighs. They are small lips, but full, with a perfect pout and naturally lush pink....
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[Open the door.] by K.C. Riley
Chapter 6 in IncubÄre
You step lightly from the refrigerator and make your way to the back door, eying windows on the way. How paranoid are you? As you reach out and flip the lock, the hairs on your neck stand up. Damn it, {firstname}, get a grip. You get a grip on the doorknob and open...
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[Get ready for class.] by K.C. Riley
Chapter 5 in IncubÄre
Sighing heavily at the bright red 7:04 on the bedside clock, you slide your legs from under the covers and let your heels hit the floor, sitting up with some dizziness. Why do you have to feel like this every morning? You stand and head toward the dresser beneath the double...
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[Try to wake up.] by K.C. Riley
Chapter 4 in IncubÄre
Hold on. This can't be happening. You know it. You can't be in danger. You knew it from the start. This couldn't be more obviously a dream. Staring straight into the eyes of the furious nightmare, you grin defiantly. The demon's scream rips at your consciousness as it is sudd...
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Bring it. by K.C. Riley
Chapter 4 in IncubÄre
You roll from your side onto one knee and lift yourself to stand face-to-face with your assailant, glaring into those empty eye sockets defiantly. “Bring it on, hell bitch!” It is then that a mouth forms. A gaping maw, splitting the demon's faceless head from side to side, r...
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Fuck you. by K.C. Riley
Chapter 3 in IncubÄre
“Fuh—” you through the vice-grip on your throat, “Fuck you.” /I see./ With the of a hurricane, you are tossed yards away from the demon, her ghostly grey form now erupting with a seething red fire, the embers of her eyes collapsing into coal-black pits. You...
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