pomodoro811
Story Crafter
- pomodoro811 was last seen:
- In another dimension
- Gender:
- -
- Birthday:
- -
- Location:
- -
- Homepage:
- -
- When I'm not writing erotica I like to
- -
- When I'm not reading erotica I like to read
- -
- My favorite word for "penis" is
- -
- My favorite word for "vagina" is
- -
- I write erotica because
- -
- In conclusion, I am
- -
No recent activity
pomodoro811 has not done anything visible yet.
No stories yet
pomodoro811 has not published any stories.
No contributions yet
pomodoro811 has not contributed chapters to other stories.
-
You were so close... by pomodoro811
Chapter 18 in 48 Hours As A Girl
Your brother freezes the moment he realizes he’s fully inside you, buried to the hilt. His eyes widen, a flash of panic cutting through the lust. “Shit… I didn’t mean to—” he starts, voice strained. He begins to pull back, but you both moan at the slow drag of his thick cock sl...
- 21 Likes
- 841 Views
-
Wake him up by pomodoro811
Chapter 17 in 48 Hours As A Girl
As you stare at your brother's bulge you realize that these are your last hours as a girl in this body. Hypnotized by the outline, you think "Every other guy would kick themselves if they had a chance like me and didnt even find out how it feels to have sex as a girl. Once I turn...
- 13 Likes
- 870 Views
-
You hear a noise - go check on your brother by pomodoro811
Chapter 16 in 48 Hours As A Girl
The dreams come fast and vivid—his weight on you, his cock driving deep, the hot rush of his release flooding you until you're overflowing, your belly already rounding with proof of what he's done. You wake gasping, sheets twisted around your legs, pussy clenching on nothing, soa...
- 9 Likes
- 1,415 Views
-
You're oblivious to what happened by pomodoro811
Chapter 11 in 48 Hours As A Girl
You stir awake to pale morning light seeping through the blinds, stretching lazily under the warm cocoon of sheets. Everything feels… different, but in a hazy, pleasant way. Your body is heavy with the kind of deep, satisfied sleep you rarely get, and there’s a lingering warmth l...
- 15 Likes
- 2,098 Views
-
Go to a bar by pomodoro811
Chapter 19 in 48 Hours As A Girl
You sit there in the driveway, engine clicking as it settles, James's fingers still dancing along your inner thigh, sending little shocks through you. The tension's thick, built up from everything that's happened today, and your body's screaming for something, anything, but the i...
- 6 Likes
- 779 Views
-
Thalia can't wait any longer by pomodoro811
Chapter 33 in Cult
The hall still hummed with low conversation and the clink of cups when Thalia’s patience finally snapped. She had spent the entire meal pressed against Nereus’s side, thigh glued to thigh, fingers wandering higher beneath the table with every passing minute. When the last of the...
- 0 Likes
- 23 Views
-
Dinner in the Community Hall by pomodoro811
Chapter 32 in Cult
The hall glowed with torchlight as villagers gathered for dinner, the long table heavy with roasted venison, barley pilaf, fresh greens, warm bread, and pitchers of dark wine. Laughter and conversation filled the air. Nereus had scarcely settled when Thalia slid onto the bench b...
- 0 Likes
- 14 Views
-
The next day: Wood Cutting by pomodoro811
Chapter 31 in Cult
Dawn filtered through the narrow window slits of the shack, soft and gray. Nereus woke slowly, body heavy with the previous day’s labor and the lingering echoes of Ziva’s touch—her mouth, her feet, her sharp reprimand still ringing in his ears. He lay on the pallet a long moment,...
- 0 Likes
- 18 Views
-
Dessert with Ziva by pomodoro811
Chapter 30 in Cult
The meal concluded in a hush of shared silence, the last of the wine lingering sweet on the tongue. Ziva rose with deliberate grace, circling the low table until she stood before Nereus. She extended one hand; he took it and allowed her to draw him upright. “You have worked hone...
- 0 Likes
- 20 Views
-
After your first day of work, meet Ziva by pomodoro811
Chapter 29 in Cult
Dinner in the community hall was already underway when he arrived. The long table groaned under platters of roast kid, barley stew thickened with greens, fresh flatbread, olives, and bowls of honeyed figs still warm from the oven. Torches burned bright along the walls; laughter a...
- 0 Likes
- 24 Views
No chapters yet
pomodoro811 has not published any chapters.
No awards yet
pomodoro811 has not earned any awards.
