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 (56/0)
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 Barkman10 months 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 Barkmanabout a year 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 Barkmanabout a year 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 Barkman2 years ago in Fiction
In the Dark of the Woods
“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 Barkman2 years ago in Horror
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 Barkman2 years ago in Fiction
Shadow of the Sanctuary
I feel myself running endlessly through the streets, a dark shadow sprawling around me in the moonlight. I fall, hitting the ground hard as the shadow descends above me. I roll to my back throwing my arms over me as the creature bares its talons toward my face.
By Kevin Barkman2 years ago in Fiction
Requiem for Lost Souls
A body hangs by the neck from a tree in the distance. I stare through my binoculars across the glassy surface of the lake. The limp body swings in the light breeze, silhouetted in the light of the rising sun. One of my colleagues backs the trailer down the concrete ramp, dropping the flatbed boat into the water. The engine roars to life as we load up our gear. I climb in and we cut our way across to the little island.
By Kevin Barkman2 years ago in Fiction
Teeth of Loch Tay
So, I’ve been backpacking the Scottish countryside for the last few weeks. When I started, I just picked a small village in the highland. The village of Torridon sits at the base of the mountain Liathach in the Torridon Hills. Honestly, it was the perfect place to start my journey. I bounced from village to village seeing all the sights, meeting some of the kindest and most hardworking people.
By Kevin Barkman3 years ago in Fiction