When I was younger, the difference between an "optimist" and a "pessimist" was explained to me with an analogy: "An optimist will say a glass is half-full, but a pessimist will say that it's half-empty." Afterwards I tried to determine which of my friends were optimists and which were pessimists by asking them which they thought the glass was - most of them...
The book was good. But here you were on Saturday morning at 7:40am without anything to read and Michael was still out of town. If he were home you would have something to do until it was a decent time to get up. Then you remembered. Bob had a copy of that Anne McCaffery book you wanted to read. "It'll be in his room," you think. He went out last night so y...
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My wife June and her sister had grown up in a strict religious family, the Farlingtons. Her father was a Baptist minister in a small town a bit north of Atlanta, where June and I now live. When I first met June she was straight as an arrow. Even a French kiss was off-limits—until I finally got her to try it once. I thought she would never stop. She wouldn't...
The souls of exceptionally wicked men are made to endure a special Rite of Passage in Hell and those who succeed, they get to become Demons. In mortal life, I was Baler, the right-hand man of His Highness the Great Aku, an ancient king who ruled over the Basaa people in what is today called Cameroon. In my time, I was a particularly brutal warlord. I was bor...
This is the story of a woman named Samantha. From a distance, as a by-stander, you would see silky straight shiny hair. Bangs that will never go out of style. High cheek bones, pale skin, and red lipstick that attracts more attention than she may realize. The brilliant smile that frequents her face only slightly counters the intimidation of her sharp attract...
The only light came from the glow of a flat-screen monitor on the laptop computer perched on a TV table in the darkened room. The little, gnome-like person sat on the narrow bed and hunched himself closer so that he could read every word of the "Loving Wives" story scrolling down his screen. His dirty hand fondled his deflated penis in a vain attempt to bri...
Published 11/2/2015@ The relative facts of Human life, I believe in the ethical treatment of all life. Understanding what it means & being human, We arrogantly fail to recognize that, We, being humans, are not higher life forms. Example; 1-humans are destroying their own habitats, other higher life forms do that. 2-humans murder each other for mo...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** Addendum: All characters are 18 or over. *** Cassia lounged in her garden in late morning with servants fearfully tending to her every whim. Audible sighs of relief came from the semi-nude women when their mistress sent them for something as it gave them a short respite from the...
Uzara breathed deeply to still herself, calm her racing heart and take control of her anxiety. She closed her eyes to stop looking at the massive gilded doors of her mother's domain she had passed through three years ago upon maturing into a dedicated servant and worshipper of the demonic Patriarchdom. In her mind's eye she remembered all of the things she...