Kevin Barkman
Bio
Somehow, my most popular story is smut. I don't usually write smut. I did it once, and look what happened. Ugh.
Anyway, Hope you enjoy my work. I do pour my heart, soul, sweat and tears into it.
PS: Please read more than my smut story.I beg
Stories (72)
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World In Tatters Ch. 3
I move slowly, deliberately, between the thick, overgrown bushes. My head on a swivel. Still, I can hear nothing. Nothing, not even birds. It’s an eerie sort of quiet. My teeth are clenched, my muscles coiled and ready to strike. I pull the hunting rifle close into my shoulder, preparing for worst possible outcomes.
By Kevin Barkman2 years ago in Fiction
World in Tatters Ch1. Content Warning.
“Hey, Rach!” I shout as we unload our gear from the horses into the little grey house. “I’m right here, you don’t have to yell.” I hadn’t even seen her as she circled around behind me. She’d learned to be a lot quieter on her feet. The results of training and a hell of a lot of practice in the woods.
By Kevin Barkman2 years ago in Fiction
The Last Minute, Late Night Ramblings of a Loving Son
Let me preface this by saying: I love my dad. Anything I write here is merely meant as critique. Not criticism. He’s always been there for my sisters and me. He’s been steady and dependable. He’s always had a great job and been able to provide his share for us.
By Kevin Barkman3 years ago in Men
Goddess of Depravity
My eyes gradually drift open, my vision hazy, but slowly clearing. I find myself suspended between two muscular figures clad in shining bronze breastplates and white kilts. Bronze studs embedded in leather bracers dig into my armpits as I’m dragged over the cobblestone floor. I try to raise my head, but a sharp pain shoots through my skull. I realize with growing horror that a gash has opened along the left side of my head, matting my hair with blood.
By Kevin Barkman3 years ago in Filthy
American Isekai
An unnatural whirring outside my window stirs me from a deep slumber. I roll out of bed as silently as I can. Reaching beneath the bed, my hand grasps the shotgun I keep for emergencies. My senses are on high alert now. No one is supposed to know I’m here. At least no one who knows who I really am. I came to get away from the world.
By Kevin Barkman3 years ago in Fiction
Heart of Fire
As I soar high above the trees, the scent of prey accosts me. Despite my nagging hunger, I push myself higher into the clouds. This is the first chance I’ve had to get out on my own away from my brood in months, and I won’t jeopardize my temporary freedom for a bite to eat.
By Kevin Barkman3 years ago in Fiction
In the Dark of the Woods. Content Warning.
“The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. “A young woman clad in a deep blue dress loomed in the second story window. Flecks of maroon liquid shimmered with the flickering light. Her hands trembled as she turned the latch and swung open the panes.
By Kevin Barkman4 years ago in Fiction
Hoard of Shadows
There weren’t always Dragons in the Valley, and frankly few knew what to make of their arrival. Until recently, dragons had been relegated to myth and legend across the world, but as of five years ago, they’ve spread everywhere. Even here in Roarin Valley. In most of the legends, dragons were fearsome beasts with leathery wings that soar, raining hellfire from above. And, maybe that was true once upon a time. But modern dragons share little with their mythological counterparts.
By Kevin Barkman4 years ago in Fiction
