Warning: This story contains graphic act of violence, gore and extreme fetish such as ball busting. If you cannot tolerate those acts, please do not proceed and choose another story Prologue Arc: Mend my Riven The night was a mixture of crimson and purple, as if the night was day. Roars and screams of hundreds of men can be heard as the battle continued. L...
"There was a time when you believed in Magic," Lenore said quietly, all the while staring at me with those weird, gold cat's eyes of hers. "Believed in the land of the Summer people." I hated it when she sprang that old soul shit on me. Not only was it creepy as hell, but the last thing I needed was to have to worry about past lives. I was having a bitch o...
Chapter 77: Anguish "Do you even have a permit?" Harold said. "Yeah, I got one." Adam said as he takes out his wallet and pulls it out, "I'll be right back, we're only parked one level." "I don't know, man," Harold said, "Aren't you supposed to have someone with you when you don't have a license?" "I'll be right back," Adam dismissed, "It's literally 5 s...
NOTE -- I've written several stories and have received many generous comments; also many kind letters. I want to thank each of my loyal readers and welcome newcomers. My only reason for writing stories is to bring enjoyment to the reader. It gives me great pleasure to think of you masturbating to them. * My maternal grandfather died at the ripe old age of...
Lulled by the sonorous night sounds wafting through the open bay windows over the big bed, I lazed half in and half out of sleep. What a wonderful spot to exist in, I thought, knowing the dream I had been enjoying was actually a recent memory of the trip into the big city the previous weekend. Memories of which I would hope to carry a long time, what with th...
I had to chuckle when I heard the door open behind me seconds after I had sidled up to the trough-like urinal that ran along the wall of the men's room of the bar I had been killing time in. Maybe it comes with age, but for some reason I knew that I was going to have company, and I really didn't need to look to see who my bathroom companion was. It was the...
At the next day's evening practice, the last one before the state meet, Coach Holmes walked along the pool deck and over to my lane. He had a stopwatch around his neck, which was nicely buoyed by his hard chest. Once again he was clad in another speedo, this time electric blue, with a bit of a sheen on it. It neatly encased his perfectly shaped ass and accen...
February 11, 2010 From: Lawrence Ryan To: Douglas Monroe Subject: Re: Ronald Gordon's plays Dear Mr. Monroe, Thank you so much for sending the recording and your draft of the libretto. I must say, whoever you found to sing those selections has quite a beautiful voice. I have absolutely no complaints about your music, quite the opposite in fact, except t...
Chapter Eleven WORK TO DO & BUTTERFLY KISSES I fixed breakfast the morning for the both of us. I was wearing pink hipster panties with the word SASSY across the seat and a white cami with pink trim which showed my flat belly. The material was lightweight and tight against my lean torso. You could clearly see my nipples which were as pointy as gumdrops. My...
I didn't want to come out right then, and I didn't like the way Amy was forcing my hand. But I also knew that if she hadn't picked up my phone, then someone else could've seen it— most notably my mom— which would've been even worse. Only one thing was clear. Between my family and the Kap Eps, I just couldn't avoid the truth anymore. The real question was h...