Chapter 1 : A Priestess In Shanla (Part 3 : The Male Worshippers Choose) Varna took up the call, "Let the ceremony continue." This was the time when the two hundred male worshippers could choose of the three hundred Priestesses, including the Attendants, a woman to take the part for them of the Goddess and the ceremony would broaden to include most of the...
May 2008. Beulah United Methodist Church. Bowling Green, Ohio. The old Dairy Queen was located half a mile from downtown Bowling Green on Wooster St., next to the old railroad track. Most people in the area lived out on farms, earning a living from modest harvests, or unemployment benefits, though some owned shops downtown, and some manned those storefront...
The young man walked lazily along the country road, enjoying the summer heat. Sex was the last thing on his mind that day, as his old Volkswagen Beatle had run out of fuel a mile back. But he didn't mind. He was on a well-earned break in the South of England. The year was 1985 and for a randy young man, anything was possible. As the road took another tur...
Author's Note: I made these 3D renders ages ago and then decided they would be more enjoyable strung together as a single submission with some context rather than as fourteen separate posts in the Illustrations section. No attempt has been made to dress up this text as literature; it's purely for... well, I'll leave that up to you. Comments & ratings ap...
Ramis woke up staring down the haft of a pitchfork. Behind the pitchfork was a patiently furious farmer. He blinked, then reflexively yawned and started to stretch in the hay. This earned him a jab with the pitchfork across the forearm "Wait! You don't want to do that." Was what came out after an undignified yelp. This elicited no response from the wea...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, utilizing Microsoft spell-check. You have been forewarned. *.*.* Sydnee Thompson and Angela Gernaud left the trailer at Lot C and walked across the narrow strip of clam shells. The steps in front of the...
The day was warm-too warm. A hot northerly was blowing in from the Atlantic Ocean. Arising early I packed the picnic hamper with yesterday's efforts from careful shopping, placing the titbits that I knew Karen loved gently into the basket, the drinks going into a separate Esky. Calling early I found her in her usual lovely tussled state,(which I admitt...
I always celebrate my August birthday with a morning run. I run most days anyway, but when it's my birthday I'm more intentional about thinking of it as a celebratory moment. This is especially true when I reach the milestone of another decade. Today I'm turning 40. Wow! I think back to my 20th birthday -- I was a college student. I think back to my 30th --...
A semi-autobiographical account of my sexual encounters over many years. Chapter Thirty-Four. 2014. (Late-May.) Eric and Gerry, both late-twenties. Phil, mid-fifties. Desperate to do a wee I remembered a small lay-by up ahead, bordered by some woodland which might prove suitable. Good, the lay-by was empty. Pulling in, the car had barely come to a standst...
CHAPTER 1 Rudely belching, Russell Matthews held up a finger signalling for another beer and Rosie with pink cheeks and a wide bottom arrived at the thick oak table and leaned over to deliver the pint of ale. "Nice titties Rosie." She pouted and said then why didn't had attempt to play with them like other regulars and he said she was too young for the li...