oldtoad78
Narrative Architect
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- When I'm not writing erotica I like to
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Do stuff... ;)
- When I'm not reading erotica I like to read
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A little of everything, mostly Scifi literature and history essays
- My favorite word for "penis" is
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Dick
- My favorite word for "vagina" is
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Pussy
- I write erotica because
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I've got quite a few fetishes but I'm not good at drawing
- In conclusion, I am
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just a regular guy with a variety of fetishes, too prudish to write about them in my native language (no one ever said I was normal). I’d love to learn how to write decently in English so I can truly revel in them...
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Selenia, an ASH Changing Hands by oldtoad78
Chapter 2 in The Henderson Chronicles
 The dive bar festered in a grimy corner of the station’s lower docks, a hollow of rusting steel and sour air, thick with the reek of cheap synth-ale and unwashed bodies. The hum of failing air recyclers buzzed through the walls, a restless dr...
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Mic Check – The Bartender’s Turn (Post Goth waitress) by oldtoad78
Chapter 8 in The Freeuse SIM
I slouched into the stool like I owned the fucking place, fries between my fingers, jeans barely zipped, dick half-hard and arrogant. The room smelled like beer, sweat, and the musk of the goth waitress still drying on my skin. I popped another fry in my mouth, slow and greasy, c...
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Mic Check – The Bartender’s Turn (Post Punk Chick) by oldtoad78
Chapter 8 in The Freeuse SIM
I slouched into the stool like I owned the fucking place, fries between my fingers, jeans barely zipped, dick half-hard and arrogant. The room smelled like beer, sweat, and my own mess drying on wood, but I was too far gone to care. I tossed another fry into my mouth, slow-chewin...
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More blowjob, public sex, voyeurism, bartender, punk girl, goth waitress, music bar, band dynamics, dom female, submissive male, filthy talk, messy oral, lipstick smears, cum swallowing, power play, dirty banter, SIM reality, post-sex haze, unapologetic kink, character-driven smut, humor, casual depravity -
Almost the Same Thing by oldtoad78
Chapter 5 in The Henderson Chronicles
Selenia stirred on the cot, the hard surface creaking under her as she sat up, the blanket’s coarse weave brushing her skin. She rubbed her face, the cleaner feel of her cheeks a faint surprise, and a spark of hope flickered—Jace hadn’t beaten her for sleeping here. Gav would’ve,...
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Autonomous Synthetic Humanoid by oldtoad78
Chapter 3 in The Henderson Chronicles
ASH ---   An **[ASH](https://i.imgur.com/qfzF9dw.jpeg) **(Autonomous Synthetic Humanoid) is a bioengineered lifeform designed to look, feel, and behave like a human but built for obedience and utility. C...
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Setting Lore by oldtoad78
Chapter 2 in The Henderson Chronicles
Henderson Station ----------------- **Henderson Station** is a decaying industrial hub carved into an asteroid orbiting Uranus, serving as a vital waypoint for salvage crews, smugglers, and corporate interests. Home to 3,000 permanent residents and up to 9,000 transients, it’s a...
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The First Night by oldtoad78
Chapter 4 in The Henderson Chronicles
The air in _The Drifter_’s hold hung thick—a stale blend of oil and recycled dampness that settled heavy in the lungs. Selenia stood just past the hatch, her small frame dwarfed by the dimness, the tattered JBU sagging off her like a worn shroud. Grime streaked her face while her...
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Through the Corridors by oldtoad78
Chapter 3 in The Henderson Chronicles
The hatch’s hiss bled into a hollow echo as the corridor sprawled ahead, a rusted artery of steel and sour air, thick with the sting of burnt wiring and the stale musk of unwashed metal. The hum of failing air recyclers pulsed through the walls, a restless thrum that shivered thr...
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Lexy’s leave by oldtoad78
Chapter 4 in The Henderson Chronicles
The dock’s cold air seeped through Lexy Belmont’s patched jumpsuit, a faint, persistent sting against her skin as she stepped off the Marlin’s ramp. The station’s sprawl buzzed around her, a tired beast exhaling vapor and steel groans into the haze. Cranes loomed overhead, their...
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After the Haul by oldtoad78
Chapter 3 in The Henderson Chronicles
The dock’s cold air bit through Darius Belmont’s jacket, Henderson Station’s mid-tier sprawl humming around him like a beast too tired to die. The Global Salvage Network official—a pudgy prick with a tablet and a face like curdled milk—shoved the signed manifest into his hands an...
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