I hated my father. When I was younger, I had a favorite stuffed animal. However, since I was young, I couldn't pronounce my v's properly. So my favorite stuffed animal was affectionately known as 'My Beaber'. I carried my beaber everywhere with me. I loved the stuffed animal so much that I couldn't part with it, no matter how many people tried to take it aw...
Henry, his new wife Evealen and his daughter all ate the dinner, which Evealen had cooked for them. A new bottle of wine was opened and the three of them became a little inebriated, however it was mostly on the thoughts of Henry and Evealen being together again after such a long time. The wine had little to do with the happiness they had found. Realizing th...
My affair with Father and my marriage to Donny continued to evolve. Father and I became boyfriend and girlfriend. Donny and I were partners in my duplicity. He kept our sins secret, covered for me when he had to, and most importantly, he showered me with unconditional love. Instead of daggers to his heart, each stroke of Father's cock into my vagina made his...
Joan slept the sleep of chastity, although she knew that she was no longer a maiden, and deserved little satisfactory sleep. She could not understand why she had such wonderful feelings throughout her body. Apparently it was God's desire, and he was pleased with her actions. She spent the day, milking the cows, currying the horses, cooking and cleaning. She...
Chapter 1. Meeting Sari “There is someone I would like you to meet, David.” Father had walked into my study looking like the cat that had just found the cream. I followed him into the library and as we entered a young woman rose from an armchair. To say I was overwhelmed would be an understatement. She was tall, perhaps five feet nine or ten. Her figure...
The Truth after Seven Years -- Pt 1 As I sit before my computer, trying to think of how I can tell my story, I know full well that no one will believe one word of it. I know I didn't accept it either when I first learned about what had happened to my father. Yet, the more I have pondered his story, the more I am convinced that it must be true. Still, I have...
Chapter Twenty One: The White Cathedral When I woke up flash was sleeping on my head and nearly suffocating me. I pushed her off and went to the bathroom. I noticed my wings had grown slightly. When I went to the bedroom mother and father were still sleeping but I could hear a whisper. It was so faint I could just barely hear it. The door that went to the r...
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...
Werewolf, to you this is a term used to describe a mythical beast portrayed in books, movies, stories of legend, for me Werewolf is my identity and has been for the six years of my life. My brothers and I were born into a family where the wolf is who we are underneath our human skin. Although we wear our human skin, in our home we are wolves, that is who w...
*** The door quickly swung open, and Lynne's mother stood in the doorway. She looked as though she'd seen a ghost. "My Goodness! Lynne!" cried her mother, and she pushed the door open and stepped outside on the step and squeezed Lynne tight in her arms. Lynne was surprised at the quick burst of affection, but her mother had always been so much more of a...