Drummer Boy: Bat Out of Hell II: Back to Hell Howdy boys and girls! We're finally back in Tarterus! And they say you can't go home again. Enjoy! * * * * * "Okay," Leanne said. "That's a new one." "You've never heard of this Thing in the Way?" Jason said. "No, I haven't," Leanne admitted with a thoughtful look on her face. "Does explain a few things...
Drummer Boy: Bat Out of Hell II: Back to Hell Hello again, ladies and gents, Lady D here! I'd hoped to get this a bit earlier, but you know, holidays. Nevertheless, let's cap this year with the next part of the tale. Enjoy! * * * * * Jason found, to his surprise, that he wasn't falling. Or rather, if he was falling, he was doing a rather poor job of it. I...
NOTE: This is one of the ongoing chapters of me growing up in the Midwest in the late spring and early summer of 1971 before moving to AZ to live with my grandmother and attend college. All persons in this and any of my stories are of at least 18 years of age and the names have been changed to protect the innocent. These chapters cover the times that I w...
Jason was on his back, with his arms stretched out above his head. He lay on something hard and cold. Stone, it felt like. He was incredibly groggy, and his thoughts were few and felt sludgey in his head. He tried to open his eyes, but his eyelids wouldn't move. In fact, he slowly became aware that he couldn't move at all. He willed his body to move, but n...
(True story) Jennifer sat up in bed and greeted the morning with a smile. She glanced at the calendar, filled with pink X's, on the wall next to the bed. She felt a special glow inside that made her tingle from head to toe, and today nothing would extinguish it. She then enthusiastically said, "I don't believe it, my wedding day is finally here! " Wiping a...
Finally, my lady comes home. I've been waiting for her. In case you're wondering who this is, my name is Guillaume LeConte. I'm a young Black man of Haitian descent living in the City of Ottawa, province of Ontario. I recently came back to the Capital of Canada from a long trip to the island of Haiti, where I was born. I missed my family terribly and just ha...
Dear readers, This is a continuation of my story 'Miss Johnstone's Lesbian Sissy Slut' and I sincerely recommend reading that story first as it provides background for this one. Enjoy and please take time to give me some feedback! Theo 3. Intermission: Further training Following the loss of my sissy virginity just after I had turned eighteen years old,...
In front of the closed-door, The Empress was not only excited but she was also nervous as well. She felt like she was as a virgin on the verge to lose her flower. As a matter of fact, she considered herself a virgin indeed because she hadn't had sex in centuries, not even self-service. 'Remember, remember, remember..., you're an Empress, an Empress, an Emm...
Johnny loved his grandparents. Anyone and everyone can say they love their grandparents, but Johnny had no problem telling them and showing them how he loves them. During the school year he would hand write them a letter every two weeks. There were many times he wished they knew how to email or text, but when he really thought about it, he enjoyed the way h...
Umm... I don't know as I should lay claim to this, but pop_54's Uni-boob entry. "Yo Mikey." "Al... how goes it." "Cool." "Nice one man... wos on." "Waiting for Bean." "Safe... aint seen Bean for weeks." "Babe trouble man... Delia's got him thumbed down." "Unsafe." "Uncool." "Bean should dump it Al... babe can't rule a guy... unsafe." "Yea, you hit...