Now an old man I was sitting in a railway carriage opposite two women dressed as nuns, one mature, the other quite young, My mind went back 60 years. At that time I was a member of what is now referred to as Special Forces but in my time as Special Operations. I was parachuted into France in early April of 1944 to prepare for the forthcoming landing later i...
I never knew my mother. She abandoned me at a convent shortly after I was born. Nor do I know who my father is, though I have my suspicions about his nature given my own tendencies and proclivities. St. Silvia's was an isolated nunnery in the countryside. Being isolated, the nuns were left in a bit of a quandary as to what to do with this small, male infant...
It is 2083, and I am a female Augment. The Church gave me the name of Kyoko, though I am not, so far as I know, of Asian descent. I'm the youngest Augment in this parish, though of legal age. It would lose the purpose of the Church to have Augments, if I was not of legal age. The Church officially states that Augments are not born of humans, and therefore...
My name is Patrick Alexander Perth. A six-foot-one, dark-skinned and ruggedly handsome Black man living in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. I'm a student at the University of Massachusetts. Majoring in law. Folks, I've got something to confess. I'm a racist. I just don't like White people. Seriously. I can't stand them. They think they're all that. They ac...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions...
1. Months Later She sent him a text. Nothing flashy. Just a few simple words. Peter's with the Avengers. He'll be busy for a while. It was an invitation. One that a red-blooded young man like Miles couldn't refuse. So the webslinger came swinging by the Parker apartment. It was routine at this point, a tradition for the two of them that had been going on...
WARNING: This story contains EXTREME examples of fictional racism. If you are not okay with racial slurs or this type of raceplay, then please for the love of god don't leave some half-brained comment expressing your hate...just move on. It is important to remember that all themes and subjects covered in this story are completely FICTIONAL. This story does n...
A blend of what I want in a relationship, my relatively unique brand of cuckolding - and the motivation behind why I want it that way - and how I wish there were more stories in erotica and in porn like that. It seems to me as if the cuckolding genre tends to be so narrow, the elements of it terribly lacking in creativity. Now, some people like the cliched...
Edited by pagan pixie In my last entry I told of how I gave myself over to the Sins of the flesh with Damien. So I think its best to begin where I left off. Damien and I had just finished having sex on the altar of our church, so I was getting dressed. Damien dressed quickly, so with a pat on the ass and a kiss, I sent him off. I was trying my best to get...
* Some notes: - It is a work focused on the philosophy behind the relationship between people of different ages and colors. - The following chapters of this work will contain sex scenes and topics as Incest, Cuckolding and Domination if you have problems with these topics, please be warned. - If someone wants to help me with the editing, please feel free...