Part 6 DIARY OF CARLA PARKER All in all I think Abby did a great job of explaining to her friends everything we knew to date. She was concise and matter of fact, somehow she even managed to make it all sound normal like it all made perfect sense even though none of it did. We were all trying to get over the fact that a naked, magical, hypno-vampire (or mor...
Standard disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any similarities with any persons living or dead are wholly coincidental... A note from the author: I've been spending some time in the spa (hospital) again. I ask you to be kind. I write to entertain myself, hospitals are boring. I share because Oz told me back in the day, I should try. Feedback is good and...
Are you coming? 86th & Park. You're on the list. On my way. Kip replied to the text message. He shut his laptop, made a side glance at the pile of work on his desk then gathered his things. It could wait. He'd promised to make an appearance at Tyler's first party of the year. Neither Kip's nor Tyler's schedule had allowed them to have much quality time tog...
Note: This story is a sequel/spinoff of my other story 'The Lunar Life'. While it is not absolutely necessary to have read that beforehand to understand this, it is highly recommended. If you are not a fan of sci-fi, I would appreciate if you gave it a shot anyway. It's not 'Star wars' sci-fi, more 'dystopian future' sci-fi. Hey guys, I'm back with the requ...
"Johnny this is Jace. If you're free lets meet at the library at 2pm," says the text I received. Luckily, I have no class later this afternoon. I'll just have to cancel the date I'm planning with one of the cheerleaders who has been flirting with me for a month now. Meeting Jace as soon as possible is my priority. My name is Johnny, a 22 year old college j...
Prologue Every tale begins with something special and meaningful. The glories of a youthful love affair, of finding the ONE, eyes snapping to yours and consuming each other in a passionate fire. It would be fate, a meeting made for the twilight fires of middle age, telling mutual friends of their adorable and instantly known love story as everyone reminisce...
No matter what video you are watching or what toy you are playing with, it is your imagination that takes you down into the batehole and to the finale with your sperm shooting out in all its glory. Or your insides ripped to shreds by that new and usually larger instrument of inserted pleasure. The road to the point of satisfaction can be a long one or one th...
Something was pulling on my hair, shaking my head. In my dreamy, sleep-induced stupor, I imagined a super-huge dragon fly had landed on my head, and was clutching at my hair, trying to pick me up and fly away with me. Then I heard his voice shouting in my ear, and I was wide awake; a chill ran down my spine as I abruptly remembered where I was. In the dark...
ON THE PONTE VECCHIO IN FLORENCE, 1968 Sometimes I think Ronnie and I planned our great European adventure while playing together in the playpen. This would be the trip of a lifetime, ten weeks traveling from England to Turkey. We were 18, a bit of dope headed college students, pretty novice sexually. We flew over on one of those chartered jets via Iceland...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** The whole family had gone off camping. I was just tagging along, more of an extended member than part of the immediate circle, but they were kind to invite me. We never did much at the campground, just simple things like cookouts, campfires, and outdoor games. I was the black shee...