Father Brown had nothing like the famous Chestertonian character. He was quite young yet, he was not an Englishman, and his face absolutely did not remind the Norfolk dumplings. If it remembered something, it was the wind and the sea of the Aran Islands. A place the priest-detective would have found uncomfortable, but he was nostalgic about it. Especially si...
The mortals prepared their set for the sacrificial acts they would perform for the demons' amusement. They watched from below as the altar of four bars was constructed, everything ready for the sacrifice. The sacrifice was young, thin and beautiful, with shining brown eyes that spoke of the love that she held for those watching her, how ready she was to sa...
I was dreading a long day at my wife Myra's co-worker's wedding. She told me that her friend Denise belonged to an unusual church. I was expecting a long ceremony followed by an uneventful reception. Myra seemed a little excited about going to the wedding but I could not understand why. It was just another wedding for a girl she was not that close to. We pu...
Her hips swayed in perfect unison with her chest as she walked; the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra was painfully obvious to anyone who cared to look. Her pink, flowing top was tight in all the right places, and her black dress pants skin tight, hugging her sizeable booty. Had she been at a club she would have stood out, her clothes edgy and sexy, althoug...
Rumor had it, and if there was anything Eris followed it was rumors, for there was always some truth in them, that the Citadel of the Cult never slept. And there was some truth to the rumor, but the city, like all cities, did sleep. For most people. There were always guards around, yes, always trainees and newly appointed eager studiers of the old laws...
The Leopard Goddess The warm Jamaican sun was streaming down on Veronica's voluptuous nude body. She felt Clive's hands rubbing sunscreen over her back as they lay on the beautiful tropical beach. "Turn over!" he said. She turned, exposing her bare skin on her abdomen, her 36DD's, which didn't sag, and her slick bare mons pubis. Her vaginal area was bleach...
Chapters 1-7 are somewhat self contained and describe Matt being rescued from a Midwest snowstorm by a family that turn out to be his soul mates, girls with lots of past life ties. Lots of spirituality and lots of sex. This was mostly written in 2005 and was posted in 2010. Chapters 8-13 describe Matt going home to the Northeast, discussing things with his...
The sun beat down on the gardens of the D’Amissi Convent’s gardens and baked the soil as Catherine Nerina knelt to the ground with her basket of ripened tomatoes to pick the next handful of small, luscious fruits. The vines were generous this season and she had plenty to gather for sale at the market in the village of Ambra. The Convent was nestled on a hill...
Joan ran down the hallway of her school as fast as she could. "Aaron!" she hollered. "Wait up!" The boy with shaggy brown hair hurried out the front entrance of the building without turning around or uttering a single word. "Aaron!" Joan bounded through the door not far behind her classmate. "Aaron, please talk to me!" Finally Aaron halted, spun around an...
The fact that this story takes place in a Japanese temple is meant as no disrespect to any particular religious persuasion. The idea was sparked by a visit to a Tokyo temple, but just as easily could have taken place in any cathedral, synagogue or mosque. ------------------------------ The Temple was the final stop on our daylong bus tour of Tokyo, and th...