All characters contained within the following work are fictional. Any resemblance to real persons - either living or deceased - is entirely coincidental and not intentional on the part of the author. Furthermore, all characters are considered to be of the majority age of eighteen years unless otherwise noted. ***** Seven Taken, the Sinner's Hearts Seven T...
Geoff's balls hurt. For hours he had led Shagga through the forest, passing three different meadows and seven trickling streams, cresting hills steep and shallow alike, until his legs began to cramp and the soles of his feet ached. That wasn't what bothered him. For all their marching, the two had barely covered any meaningful distance. Why, the oversized...
Diane walked into the front room of her apartment, blinking the sleep out of her eyes and smoothing her fingers through her blonde locks. After three weeks of a hard push at work, she finally had a long weekend as a reward, and she was determined not to sleep it away. That didn't mean she was awake enough to start breakfast, though. She picked up the remote...
One can feel the energy in the air. The crowd—filled so with anticipation and excitement of what is to come. Every year they all gather; several thousand from our village and beyond. Holding coins in their hands, they await the 108th striking of the gong, the signal that the impurities of the old year have washed away and the New Year has begun. Each p...
This is the last chapter of a story that I first posted in 2015 on this site. It's still relevant, well most of it is. I hope you enjoy it. Oh, as a reminder, you might consider going back to read the opening chapters as much of who these characters are established there, But, as always, it's your choice. Please leave a comment when you've finished, feedba...
The following is a story first published on another web site under a slightly different nom de plume. I decided to post it here as well since there have been several mentions of it in posting for other of my stories. I'm trying to make sure that all of my works are posted here. Please note that aside from this foreword I have made no changes in any way. I ho...
Written and edited with the help of an ex-catholic friend. This story may stir some controversy but then why write if it tastes like vanilla. * Raised in Boston to love, honor and obey his family and one-day to fulfill his spiritual calling, Tom O'Brien was the youngest of six American bred Irish children. Every Irish Catholic family dreams of the day tha...
Sister Maria Clare led the youth into the dank cell beneath the convent where she knew they would not be disturbed or heard through the thick dungeon walls. She bade him lift his robes to the middle of his back and bare his lean buttocks to her. From the nun’s expression, the boy knew he would gain no mercy. He was thankful his fear had caused his cock to...
Invocation: Blessed be Akana, she whose name is Beautiful Cruelty, Terrible Pleasure, Sublime Pain. Edriel was so thoroughly absorbed in the pornographic scroll that he didn't notice the high priestess until she planted her foot squarely in the middle of a particularly delectable picture. "Oh, Mistress Sekba!" He snapped his head up at her, blushing as he...
A Valentine's Day inspired Sex Magick ritual invoking the Greek God of Love, Eros... What the world needs now is love, sweet love... and this witch is very fortunate to have a lot in her life. So, this Valentine's Day, it seemed more necessary to call on the winged son of Aphrodite to spread a little of His special brand of magic on the world at large. So,...