Jodi and I met for coffee; we small-talked and laughed about work, but my mind was more focused on the evening ahead and I started getting hard. The bulge became obvious, and I noticed her staring. The thickening shaft ran down my leg and you could even make out the head. At one point, she quickly looked away, but she knew I caught her. I knew she was look...
I am a 32-year old guy and this is the story of the night my girlfriend Nova and I tried Molly for the first time. It was by far the best night of my life and definitely a night to remember. I got the Molly from my friend Chris. He tried to find us a very high-quality Molly in crystal form. He put them in six capsules and advised us to take one every two ho...
It had started as a force, a power that fed on the despair from the lost souls wandering the wastelands of transition. But transition was not the final place, and eventually the despairing souls would find the way to pass through and new ones would appear to take their place. The force had learned to reason and to manipulate, it had learned that there were w...
I woke up to the feel of my wife's hand on my ass. I was lying on my side, facing my nightstand, my buckwheat hull-filled pillow under my belly. It was early. A little light was seeping in through the curtains, but it was still mostly dark. The room had a dim, somber feel to it and the house was silent. As I rolled over in her direction her hand slid up,...
I'd like to thank TekNight, my editor and friend, for saving me from stupidity with his keen eye for detail. Any flaws still in here are entirely my responsibility. Note for the reader: this story contains some resistance play. If that ain't your thing, feel free to read something else. ------------------- Somewhere inside my head there's an animal constan...
Love is something that I have a hard time understanding. Love is only an emotion right? So how can an emotion make you stupid? How can love cause you to do things that no man in his right mind would even consider? It was a little late for me to be asking the question. The damage has already been done. ++++++++++++++++++ I met Stella in middle school. I sta...
Chapter One: Iphigeneia at the Church of St Mary Magdalene It might have been all of that poetry about demonic women and sado-masochistic desires, and the burning of incense and the profanation of altars, or maybe it was the atmosphere of fin de siècle ennui, but I decided to go to church that Sunday morning. I had been working all Saturday afternoon in the...
All of my writing is fiction and the stories and characters are all products of my imagination. They were created for my fun and, hopefully, your enjoyment. Some of the events in the stories are not particularly condoned nor encouraged by the author but are there to create and enhance the story of the imaginary characters and their lives. Comments are always...
Prologue: The below narrative is a continuation of Photographing Julie, which I recommend reading first. And while the introduction to the big event for Julie and her husband is longer than I'd like, I felt it was best to document everything which took place prior to. Hopefully I did in such a way as to keep you from getting too bored until the big day arri...
BOOK 2 A DRINK WITH THE DEACON. 1921 We left the church cemetery in the old T model truck. The top had long since turned from simply leaky to almost non existent, the ride was cold and miserable because of it. That ride and my mood were a perfect match for one another. Bobby pulled the T model into the dirt yard of the home place. The family home was no...