Some may remember sitting in a dark room, watching Rod Serling's "Night Gallery." Each episode began with an unusual painting, about which Mr. Serling would deliver a brief monolog, perhaps something like this: "Consider, if you will, one of the most well-known and oft-copied works of a man named Henry, scholar, man of the cloth, and self-taught painter of...
It was 5.40 pm on Friday and, as agreed, Peter Redman arrived at church to meet Father Ambrose. Peter believed it was to receive marriage guidance from Father Ambrose, but the evil Father had other ideas. Degenerate ideas which involved Peter helplessly watching his wife get fucked by the Holy man's giant cock. When Peter arrived, the church was empty. He...
Dollie's Introduction and her stories begin. Keep in mind many of these stories will also be written by me, her husband, so will be similar. Dollie... I had secret reasons not to let another man have intercourse with me. My mother and older sister were nymphos way before I even knew what that meant. I feared once I started I'd be like them and want more a...
Inside a tall tree, a little old man, whose beard, white as snow, touching his round belly, sat in a small wooden rocking chair. At either side of him on the floor sat two little children. A boy and a girl, with cheery smiles upon their faces. "Tell us a story Grandfather!" the little girl pleaded. "Yeah tell us a story!" The boy chimed up. The old man chuck...
The sound of the bell's chime rang through the store. For just a moment Kali simply froze in her tracks, her dripping pussy clenched tightly, a rush of heat welling through her and rushing to all corners of her body, the sound of the bell still ringing in her ears. The sudden realization that somebody or even somebodies were about to see her just walking ca...
As I sit here watching her sleep, I am in awe of this creature. Is it possible that I have brought her to her knees? Layla is an arresting woman. I've known her for some years, at the beginning just a wave across the road in the summers when she came up for a vacation. The last several years she has spent longer periods of time here and at the end of thi...
Cien couldn't bring himself to go back to the keep. Memories were at the keep. Memories of Regan. Of her smiles, and her laughter and her happiness. Of his happiness with her. Their time together was short, but to Cien, it had been life changing. Instead he begged a few provisions from Maggie, and after a long lecture, she had given in. He collected them a...
The vampire smiled to himself as he watched the young woman take on the thugs in the dark alley. The City of Ottawa could be a dangerous place sometimes, and clearly this gal hadn't paid attention to her surroundings. And now she was in trouble, surrounded by thugs in a blind alley. Her assailants could turn around and leave at any time but she couldn't, bec...
Janet comes to a better understanding of herself. She is an intelligent woman and a capable professional but unfortunately a certain type of man just sees a tasty piece of meat. As a result she will also come to learn that a hot woman in this modern age can always use a wingman. Thanks for reading this and your comments are always welcome ~ The summer wore...
Sooo, its me again. Bartholomew has been itching for me to write something in him for awhile; he's tired of just playing music all the time and reading recipes. I'm learning how to cook and I think I'm actually pretty good at it. I got a job as a florist a few weeks ago so I've been working at that, and Trask is settling in to his new job as well. I guess I...