"Blessed be." Katharine blew out the blood red candle in the middle of the pentagram she was sat in. She cleaned the blood off her hands and put all her candles away, her parents were due home any minute and if they find out what she was doing they would do a lot worse then burn her at the stake. They were strict Catholics who had rammed the religion down...
I step out of my front door, coffee in hand, laptop case over one shoulder, purse over the other, and realize that the sun is actually up over the trees this morning. Last week I could just see the pink glow that comes right before the big ball of fire pops over the horizon. What a difference a week makes. As I get into my Prius, I spill coffee on my den...
It was just me and Mini from now on. My father—or at least his body—remained back home where he could easily be forgotten. That is, after all, the first step to overcoming grief: forgetting. Part of forgetting was moving. After dad died I decided to sell the house and leave Seraphina behind me for good. My father had left me a substantial amount of money—mo...
I turned around and studied my ass in the mirror. Thank God for Yoga Pants. A bra for my butt. A fantastic bra for my butt. I wondered if Greg would like it. My name is Amanda. I'm a stay at home mom in the San Francisco Bay Area. My husband, Rick, is a wonderful guy. I never in a million year imagined being in this situation. We married quite young, but I...
Please note: this is an official copy of the handbook actually used at Dr. Deucel's famous finishing school which was in existence in Wayward on the Tool in Lower Suckexx during the latter part of the Nineteenth Century. Dr. Deucel's school was known for taking ladies in their twenties and older that everyone else had given up on and helping them become happ...
I was hesitant to go at first. A five year reunion? It seems I've already seen everybody around town in the year after college. I still hang out with the same people I did in high school since all of us have moved back home, and those who didn't move back are only living a public transit ride away. I know what everyone is doing. On facebook, I'm friends wit...
Another little story I had in my head... may continue it. Let me know what you think. "What about you, what accomplishments have you had in life?" Mr. Tolard asked Taryn. "In high school I kicked the winning goal for the last soccer game of the season." By 'winning the goal for the last soccer game of the season' She actually meant 'She drunkenly fucked h...
Disclaimer: All characters that appear in this story are of legal age (18+). If you, yourself are not of legal age (18+), stop reading this right now. You can always come back when you are older. "Who rules the school?" "Oh baby, Mud Dogs!" "What bitch? I can't hear you." "I s-said Mud Dogs rule the schoooooool!" "Ow-Ow-AWOooooooO!" Pepper watched...
Let me start by describing my background and myself. I'm Jane, 34 years old and I was brought up in a small village in West Wales and have lived with my parents in their cottage on the hills overlooking Portmadog. We always went to Chapel on Sundays and Holy Days, which gave me a religious and pious view on life. My sexual experience to date is very limited...
Father Michael Madigan is an old friend. We grew up together, went to high school together. I went to work selling used cars. He went to divinity school. We were young studs, and fucked anything that walked or crawled. Father Madigan (we call him Mike) decided to become celibate. It must have tough for him because he was the biggest whoremonger I ever met. H...