**Author's Note: I wrote this in an afternoon. This is my first ménage. ******** "C'mon, V." "No way." "Are you scared?" Sylvia goaded pushing her hard lemonade into Violet's hands. "You afraid of ghosts?" Violet and Sylvia stood in the shadow of the old temple of Eros that stood stoic even in ruins in the silver moonlight. "It looks like it's going t...
Chapter Two: The Dressing Room I waited on white leather couches with the rest of the subs, in a softly-lit and well-appointed dressing room. Boughs of jasmine and bowls of fresh fruit were scattered about the pink-and-cream room, and the walls were lined with dressers, vanity tables, and wheeled racks of clothing. In a single armchair directly facing the...
Eros of the Earth - Prologue Hi all! Once here. I decided to restart writing, and this here is the start of my series 'Eros of the Earth,' albeit several decades before we actually see our favourite immortal Guardian. This is my third or fourth time submitting the first two chapters, so hopefully it works this time. If you're here and reading this, I hope...
I felt stupid going to a Halloween party at the last minute. Why did I say yes? Swinging by the costume shop I was disappointed by the picked over selection and ended up with a cheap Dracula costume, for God's sake. I didn't even want to go to the party but the thought of going as something as lame as Dracula made it all the worse. When I got to the party...
Unconscious Camilla's endless memory visions brought her to one six years before the aquarium incident. She was 31 at the time, though Nigrovum was making her look like a 23-year-old. One class she was teaching was Incest In World Literature: as well as English writing, the course included English translations of prose and poetry from various languages. Th...
Chapter Eleven: The Groundskeeper's Cottage I'd been dozing for some time in Aries' arms, enjoying the late morning sun on my bare legs and the regular rise and fall of his chest beneath my head, when he put a hand on my shoulder and gave it a squeeze. "Hey. You still sleepy?" "Not too sleepy," I sighed, with cream-cat contentment. "Feel like going for a...
When I was a kid, about 9, I used to play "doctor" with my 11-year-old female cousin. This was in the very prudish early '50s, so we were quite secretive about it. She came into my office, the walk in closet and laid on a shelf that was waist high to me. She would pull her panties down to her ankles and expose her crotch for my examination. Of course this...
Hades felt a deep blow to the chest, looking down to see the stem of a rose gold arrow protruding from his chest "You love me, and you'll do anything I want you to. And I want you to forget about Kore!" The arrow crumbled into dust, and there was no pain - but a deep burning inside of his chest. He looked at Minthe, who had a satisfied smile on her face,...
The ancient Olympian gods have been reincarnated in the modern age as semi-mortal beings with human lifespans, but powers comparable to what they once held. Having taken human identities, the gods now live new lives in the mortal world, gravitating to occupations appealing to their ancient divine portfolios. For example, Zeus and Hera now have become the own...
Not written by my hand but by voice; I sing of my life and last days as a courtesan to the Roman Empire. Love denies my heart its deepest emotion and sorrow now consumes the essence that gives breath to this body. To deny my heart is to deny the very fabric of life that covers every single living person, animal and heavenly entity. When the last echo of the...