This story inspired by the writings of MonikerSmith and XXXecil. Chapter 10 -- Mary's Flock Mary was proud of the work done over the last week; her church filled her with pride, as it had not done for years. The craftsmanship was exquisite, her workers seemed possessed as they worked with a skill and genius not seen since the renaissance. Her church had...
The trio of adventurers had made great progress on their journey, drawing ever closer to Mary's hometown of Grassdale. "I'm hungry," Enn growled. "We've been walking all morning." "Shall we stop for lunch?" Clara asked. "Sure, I suppose it's time for a rest," Mary replied. "Now, what do we have to eat?" "Oh! Leave the food to me!" Clara offered. "After a...
1) The Tattooist's needle cut through the skin of my cock as it traced the infernal pattern I had sketched. I ignored the pain as I mumbled the incantation that made the specially prepared designs and inks powerful and ready for the tasks they were to do and the changes that were to mold my body into an instrument of damnation and corruption. Every inch of...
Jack finished his hash brown and scooped up the last of his beans. Sitting back in his seat, he stretched causing his jumper to ride up slightly giving Cindy a brief glimpse of the run of downy dark hairs on his stomach that would lead down to his cock. She knew that hangovers always made her horny and today was no exception. The earlier orgasms had now been...
"I'm 18," I replied to the waiter. "Oh, congratulations! No longer a minor, huh? Well, have fun today." "I will." I smiled one of the snottiest smiles I could manage. It worked. The waiter went straight to my parents' orders. One of the problems I always had with empathy was when I knew someone had the hots for me and I didn't return the feeling. I develo...
I called Jen as I drove from the airport to my office downtown, the 105 to the 110 to Fourth and Broadway, jammed as usual. "Darling," she said. "Did you get the goods?" "I did." "Do tell." I reminded her that a condition of my agreeing to take the case was that I would first share my observations and any evidence obtained in the course of my investig...
Chapter 03: Shea "Room 147. It's right up those stairs. Take a left at the end of the corridor. Here's your key. Enjoy your stay." The lines came out of Shea's mouth automatically by now, her delivery monotone as she let the slightly bent key ring fall into the outstretched hand of her customer. The edge of her hand brushed his thumb for a moment, making h...
As I was going over the Cork and Kerry mountains, I saw Captain Farrell. He was smoking his pipe, his purse full of coins hanging off his belt. My eyes glittering, I went up to him, and said, "Good morning, Captain, fancy meeting you here." "Molly," he said, looking me square in the bosom, "I didn't expect to see you here, and so early. What brings you out...
Conspiracy Theories - or - Who is this man, Oscar Meyer, and why does everyone want to be his weiner? Of course, one can argue that obsession with conspiracy theories serves only to demonstrate the lunatic paranoia running rife in the twentieth and twenty-first centuries. Much talk about conspiracies is dismissed as paranoia and much of it IS paranoia, bu...
These are actually my obsession lately. Obsessions... Other people's and, trust me, quite a few of my own, seem to be preoccupying much of my intellectual (read: perverted) mind nowadays. What is it that compels some of us to obsess about certain, uh... things (read: sex, anything sexual, perverted, sleazy, down right nasty and depraved)? My penchant for...