I thank you, sir, for giving me leave to rest my tormented mind. As you can no doubt imagine, it is most trying to recall deeds of such incomprehensible evil and licentiousness. But I believe I am ready, now, to bring my tale to its close, and to tell you how this most unholy witches' sabbath came to its filthy end. As I was saying, the four lovely young wi...
Around two hundred people are sitting in a television studio, very excited to be part of something completely new television concept, in front of them is a very simple stage and a camera crew operating around ten different cameras, some mounted on pedastals, and a few more lightweight cameras carried on the shoulders of their operators. The room buzzed with...
Part 1 "I've caught one-hundred and twenty-six so far, how about you?" Naomi said to Becky as they approached the gates. Beyond them, you could see hundreds of people gathering, anxiously waiting outside the convention doors to be let in for the festivities. "One-hundred and twenty-eight," Becky said with a shit eating grin, "I caught Charizard this morni...
It was the afternoon of a day off and we were binge watching Game of Thrones on the big TV. She was sitting on the right side of the couch with my head in her lap. I was beginning to drowse off. Her right hand was gently rubbing my hair, and her left hand was on my side between ribs and hips. She slid her left hand down my torso until it rested on my ass. "...
Although still in Southampton, I was between assignments. However, my friend Bjorn's Consortium client was looking for someone to attend a meeting on their behalf in Dubrovnik; this time for five days. Hanna or Suzi had arranged my hotel and travel from Gatwick, together with all the contract paperwork and authorisations. An early start but I arrived the...
The last rays of a swift-fading dusk were departing from the small upper windows of the high hall. Servants in livery of muted red and gold shuffled quietly about in the newborn shadows lighting lamps and torches, no more obtrusive than the mice which scuttled at their feet. Rich tapestries depicting scenes of ancient battles and the long dead warriors who...
Chapter Three: The Mountain As promised, my father came to collect me just before dawn. The sun streaked across the sky in reds and oranges, colours so bright I thought they would surely scorch the earth. I closed my eyes against the brightness, and when I finally moved to open them again I was surrounded by the beauty of Mount Olympus. I had always believe...
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"Why did we even come to this stupid ass party!" "...you never share your toys or communicate...mmhmm..." I hum my recent favourite jam. "Bryn.." "...I guess I am just a play date to you..ooh ooh ooh..." I bat my eyelashes while humming the music and look at Max and wiggle my eyebrows. "We should have stayed at home! Why are we even here!" Max says i...
What follows is the first part of an account given by a late sixteenth-century cloth merchant who claimed to have witnessed a witches' sabbath in southern Germany: While passing the night at a boarding house I was forced to take my evening meal in the tavern, where there worked a trio of most comely young serving wenches: one was blonde, one a brunette, and...