A red moon rose over the crystal forest, the purple branches illuminated from below by the many campfires of Vorris's occupying forces. The smoke from their fires rose into the night sky, creating a thin shroud of smog around the mountain. Fortifications were present around the base of the volcano, where army tents were most populous...and the crystal trees...
"Not for every man is the voyage to Corinth" -- Herodotus As they drove along the winding hillside road that overlooked the turquoise Gulf of Corinth, Professor Jon Mitchell thought about the ancient reputation of the city that lay beneath them, in short, he thought about sex. As a history professor of Classical Studies at the American University in Athens,...
I just wanted to thank everyone for reading the original of this story. I've taken the time to give it a massive overhaul and I hope everyone likes it. Enjoy. * In the dimly lit dining room, John sipped his wine. His eyes went from the front door down the hall to the clock, a thousand thoughts running through his mind. Where was she? Who was she with? What...
The cloak of night fell upon the Camp of Blessing, few rays of moonlight made it through the moving clouds. Tonight was especially quiet out here, the school almost seemed abandoned. No guards on the hallways or around the main courtyard. The dinner hall was empty, unused. Only a light flickered through the windows of a chapel. More precisely, the novice's c...
This is a work of pure fiction. Any relation between the events and characters herein and reality is coincidence and may the gods help anyone who has done anything like this. This first story is “slow-burn” because I am first and foremost a storyteller. Later stories will assume an understanding of the Way, and will be a little more fast-burn. Also be aware,...
I enter the cool darkness of the temple, wearing only my white silk robe and a diadem of tiny stars. Inside all is silent, the darkness only relieved by torches held in sconces on the walls. I am aware that today I am the sacrifice to be made here. Moving to the altar, I spread my arms wide, offering myself to worship. My nipples prickle hard and erect bene...
{This piece was inspired by a round-robin story group online. The premise was set as follows: A female submissive slut-pet is put out for sexual use by her Master. She's been gang-banged, used and abused for days. Deep down, she loves being shared and made to do nasty things as she is an exhibitionist at heart. My contribution to the story picks up toward th...
As a note, the other language is Latin. * The bright light of torches shines through the trees as the sounds of hurried, angry voices follow it. The sound of overexerted panting can be heard closer. Besides, the thick overgrown forest is dead silent. The chilled air has quieted all the night creatures. The crescent moon shines brightly and the stars twinkl...
Later, when she looked back on that day, Anna wouldn't be able to explain what drew her to the church. She wasn't a religious woman. Raised Catholic, yes, but she'd left all that behind so many years past, it didn't bear discussing. And yet, that early afternoon some aching need for peace... for Grace... propelled her up the stairs and through the heavy wood...
Maria closed the door behind her and her stiletto heels began to echo inside the emptiness of the church. She was completely alone, except for the shadow of a man flickering on the wall opposite the confession booth. No one ever came to the church anymore, God had been dead in these parts for a long time and there was just no one who believed in religion any...