I walked through the stiflingly hot, grimy cityscape. The buildings all seemed short, no more than a few hundred meters; and although overhead, I saw plenty of placards and advertisements, there were only people on the ground with me, and no people overhead at all. It had been a long time since I had walked through a place so desolate. As I squeezed throug...
Shasta is my sister. Not biologically or anything, but as loved as anyone I have known in my entire life. She's an earth mother type. Loud, Brash, Beautiful, and as large as life in every way. Spending time in her presence always makes me feel like I'm a foot taller and 10 years younger. This past weekend was one of her annual events and I was in for an awes...
I stood over the pit looking down at the eggs, some of them would hatch soon, and those that had lay empty, the baby succubi buried in the soft Earth, sleeping. This is where I was born, or rather hatched as are all succubi young lings, some are born elsewhere I’m sure, but their survival is unlikely. I remember the soft Earth, sleeping curled up, being pull...
The Ulleann Pipes are real and the music that comes from these simple reeds and covered or uncovered finger-holes is haunting. Some of the pieces still claw at my soul. Here are YouTube titles, for those that want to hear such music for yourselves: Davy Spillane - Caoineadh Cu Chulainn Uilleann Pipes.flv I am asleep (Air) & The Clumsy Lover (Reel) Uilleann...
Kaitlyn was always independent and confident. A hard worker from the time she left high school, she excelled in the corporate world. She found success a young executive administrator for a very large construction company. With her charm, wit, and stunning looks, Kate was also very sought after socially. Popular and with many close friends, the party would al...
It felt like all eyes were on us as we walked the 15 meters or so to the waters' edge, the pebbles loose under my beach shoes meant neither of us were overly dignified in this and Donna would squeeze my hand each time she slipped. As I neared the water I stopped and kicked off my shoes, angry at myself as I hadn't thought to bring a towel with me. I suddenly...
"Dammit, Dalton, you're into some seriously twisted shit," Marjorie Etienne said, and the tall, curvy, dark-skinned young Haitian-Canadian woman looked at the man standing in front of her. Dalton Etienne liked to walk around the City of Ottawa, Ontario, like he owned the damn place. Six feet three inches tall, burly and chocolate-skinned, with a slick goatee...
Chapter1 Arthur’s Story Guinevere, my love, my soul mate... My absolute pain in the arse. They say behind every great man there is an even greater woman... Yup, whoever said that was obviously in his wife’s bad book. I mean, I’m never out of Guinevere’s bad book. She may as well be writing a fucking novel. It must have a contents page that reads like a parts...
Simon led the succubus from the basement up into the house, the musky smell of her filling his nostrils the entire time. It had only been half an hour since he had summoned her from whatever black pit she called home, and the cold floor of the room beneath the house was no place to properly enjoy the demon's special talents. As they passed through the kitch...
This is a real story that happened to me. I know that some of you would have taken different decisions but this is what I decided to do. Excuse the poor writing since I don't have too much experience in this. ***** I was alone once at my dads house, mom and dad were split up and I remember that one of the times that I was staying with my dad, he had a frie...