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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...
2 months ago 1,038 Words 3 Likes 283 Views -
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...
1 year ago 1,119 Words 2 Likes 312 Views -
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...
1 year ago 1,528 Words 5 Likes 244 Views -
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,...
1 year ago 1,669 Words 2 Likes 101 Views -
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...
1 year ago 1,251 Words 2 Likes 164 Views -
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...
1 year ago 440 Words 3 Likes 276 Views -
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...
1 year ago 1,507 Words 2 Likes 169 Views -
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...
1 year ago 1,019 Words 2 Likes 180 Views -
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...
1 year ago 2,814 Words 2 Likes 113 Views -
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...
1 year ago 2,230 Words 2 Likes 199 Views -
Crew of the GSN Marlin: Two Generations, One Shot Left
by oldtoad78
Chapter 2 in The Henderson Chronicles
The GSN Marlin limped through the void, its single engine thrumming a low, uneven pulse that shivered through the deck plates under Darius Belmont’s boots. The air inside the salvage ship hung heavy with the bite of oil and recycled damp, a smell so woven into the steel it might...
1 year ago 1,825 Words 2 Likes 290 Views -
Introduction
by oldtoad78
Chapter 1 in The Henderson Chronicles
Welcome to Henderson Station. Out past the dead chill of Uranus, buried in a hollowed-out asteroid and stitched together with rust, flickering lights, and desperation, Henderson floats like a bad memory that never fades. It’s not a place people _go_—it’s where they end up. Salva...
1 year ago 194 Words 4 Likes 1,043 Views -
Mall Madness
by oldtoad78
Chapter 5 in Freeze Frame Fucker: When the World Stops, I Don’t
The mall thrummed that Saturday—bodies weaving through the wide, tiled sprawl, their chatter a dull roar bouncing off glass storefronts. Escalators clanked, hauling shoppers up and down in jerky streams, while the air hung thick with the greasy tang of food court fries and the sh...
1 year ago 2,048 Words 4 Likes 365 Views -
Wipe That Sneer - The Punk Chick
by oldtoad78
Chapter 7 in The Freeuse SIM
I leaned more onto the bar, my pulse hammering like a jackrabbit on speed. My eyes flicked out first, catching the punk chick slouched on her stool beside me. Her leg swung slow, lazy, that black bra winking at me through the shredded mess of her Slayer shirt, straps stark agains...
1 year ago 2,642 Words 5 Likes 454 Views -
Can’t say no to an Invitation - The Goth waitress.
by oldtoad78
Chapter 7 in The Freeuse SIM
I leaned more onto the bar, my pulse hammering like a jackrabbit on speed. My eyes flicked out first, catching the punk chick slouched on her stool beside me. Her leg swung slow, lazy, that black bra winking at me through the shredded mess of her Slayer shirt, straps stark agains...
1 year ago 2,341 Words 8 Likes 548 Views -
Off the leash, I owe you one
by oldtoad78
Chapter 6 in The Freeuse SIM
I gripped the wheel, the car’s engine purring under my palms as I pulled out of the grocery store lot, Stacey slouched beside me, her bare feet kicked up on the dash. The bags clattered in the back—milk, bread, some random crap—jingling like a tether to the normal we’d just blown...
1 year ago 2,077 Words 8 Likes 680 Views -
The Morning After
by oldtoad78
Chapter 11 in Sexual Privilege
Your eyes peel open to a dim room where the gray light of dawn barely makes it through the blinds. The pounding in your head is relentless, like a drum solo in your skull, each beat reverberating through your ears as you attempt to move. Every muscle aches in an unfamiliar, yet o...
1 year ago 917 Words 11 Likes 772 Views -
Roadside Reckoning
by oldtoad78
Chapter 4 in Freeze Frame Fucker: When the World Stops, I Don’t
The morning sun roasted the highway, a flat glare scorching the cracked asphalt as I eased my sedan back toward town. Dust hazed the shoulders, scrub brush clawing up from the parched dirt, tires humming a low growl against the road’s scars. Two days back, Willow Creek’s picnic b...
1 year ago 1,024 Words 4 Likes 456 Views -
The game of pool at The Dive
by oldtoad78
Chapter 3 in Freeze Frame Fucker: When the World Stops, I Don’t
The evening had oozed in, sticky and heavy, the city’s pulse still thudding through the humid dusk as I rolled up to The Dive—a low-slung bar on the outskirts where neon buzzed against cracked asphalt. Yesterday’s picnic couple at Willow Creek clung to me—that blonde’s flustered...
1 year ago 1,695 Words 6 Likes 788 Views -
Embers of Us
by oldtoad78
Chapter 3 in Snowed in
The night had unfurled its quiet cloak over the cabin, hours slipping away until the fire dwindled to a mere whisper of embers, casting a faint, golden glimmer across the bedrolls arranged in their haphazard circle on the rug. Tessa slept soundly, her snores a low, uneven rumble...
1 year ago 3,272 Words 2 Likes 414 Views
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