Chapter 1 Rich "Thats the last box," I told my friend Matt. "It goes in the kitchen" "I know how to read you know," Matt said. "Although your handwriting is so bad that I don't honestly know how I can read it." He got into the truck and pushed the box to me with a sly grin on his face. "What do you expect me to do with this? I can't lift more than ten po...
I am thrown, not kindly, into my new prison. My knees take a harsh impact as they strike the soft floor. As I hear a door lock behind me I take in my surroundings. A small room, padded walls. A heavy metal door with a small latched opening for a viewing window. The sound of footsteps receding. I'm not going anywhere. Just to be sure, I scrutinize every cor...
[This was written for a "bend the story of a song" exercise. It's a flight of fancy on a take on the Act I duet, "Au fond du temple saint," which immortalizes Georges Bizet's opera, Pearl Fishers, from the aspect of the Pearl Fishers being staged as a homoerotic production. (It is best read accompanied by listening to a recording of the duet.)] * I am alre...
*knock knock* "Yeah, yeah, I'm coming, hang on." Allen came to the door and opened for me. "Sup, Pigm?" This was their nickname for me - they had all always poked fun at my weight, but I didn't mind anymore. It was just their way of showing me that I was accepted. I was a bit overweight, but I still think I looked pretty good with shoulder-length, curly...
By the age of 18 my powers had fully formed. I hadn't tested the limits of them all but their guiding principles had been figured out to me. Alteration of the human mind was something that came as natural as blinking to me but only became unlocked as a young teen. I made questionable decisions during that time and agree that they were not 'good guy' moves....
The following is a true story. I'm getting married in 3 months to a beautiful girl, who I love very dearly. To be honest, I have never even considered cheating, because other women simply don't interest me or attract me as much as my fiancé, who has a pretty much perfect, feminine body. Nevertheless, something had been weighing on my mind for awhile, and t...
8. Roger kept his hand on me as we drove in silence back to my house. I was thinking, rolling the pieces around in my hand. I had a suspicion, I had an idea, and I was in lock-down full-bore mage mode, which did not do anything for any kind of sexual attraction. Roger must have sensed it because he didn't try and tease me. "Do you need my help?" Nettie ask...
As always, here are some disclaimers. All characters in this story are fictional (even if I wish they were real), and that to use my story without my permission is a crime. If you do so, and I catch you, I will send ninja monkeys to come and sling poo at you for the rest of your life. Oh, and for the next chapter, I am thinking about moving on to the sex. To...
Writing stories actually takes more time than the already hours long original visits, in part because of how hard writing makes me. Also in part because being in the middle of a story tends to lead me to returning to the baths on a free afternoon, instead of writing. This too is part of a feedback loop which deepens the attraction of spending hours having se...
Shadow knelt to pick up the body of his long ago lover. Only his face could be seen in his characteristic black cloak. He threw it over his body trying to not concentrate on what he had done. Doing that meant not looking at the handsome face he had once loved. When he went in the front door, he had to force his blurry eyes to focus on the house. It was the s...