My Name Is Jao Van Adaire, My Mother Is The Archangel Gabriel and My Father A Former Exorcist Of The Church Who Was Himself A Quarter-Angel, Thus Making Me Half-Human and Half-Angelic. But Ten Years Ago, My Father Disappeared During The Madrid Church Bombing, No Body Was Ever Recovered and His Soul Was Never Transferred To Heaven Nor Hell. Without His Presen...
This story is the property of the author. It is not to be changed in any way, nor published or shown at other web sites without the permission of the author. Allen entered the house from the side door and climbed the back stairs to his apartment. Quickly removing all of his clothes he entered the small shower room in his bathroom and shaved his entire body...
Part 1 It would be fair to say these past 12 months have been about the most stressful of my life, starting with the end of my 7-year marriage. After I discovered my husband, as my mother far too gleefully pointed out, was a lying, cheating bastard. Not only had he been having an affair with a woman I worked with. But with a woman, I'd thought was my frie...
Although the tower was in the old section of the citadel, it proved to have some modern advances. A gearman approached the curved stone wall and pressed a small digital key to the stone. With a sharp click, the stone retracted into itself, revealing a doorway. Thalia approached and looked into the small bathroom in surprise. The room was obviously newer t...
It did not seem incongruous to me that an event as momentous as this would be taking place in an undistinguished courtroom, in a nondescript county building, in a bland rural county, in the midst of a featureless Midwest State. As a child, I always thought that history's major events occurred on a grand stage. I knew that ordinary events happened in small...
A semi-autobiographical account of my sexual encounters over many years. Chapter Thirty-Nine. 2017 July to December. (Late-July.) Bob and the Rugby Club. The culmination of my time as Bob's 'sex-slave' was an extremely large gang-bang, unbelievably large in fact. Bob told me that he was a member of the local rugby club, a non-playing member nowadays, and...
Saturday morning I awoke with apprehension. For the first time my fantasies and perversions were open to those beyond myself; Jillian and Doug would arrive at about 4:30 for a barbeque and lots of wine. Normally in the past this would have meant a good old fashioned blitz of fun, but things had changed; pissing on tree trunks with Doug in the forest would ne...
Author's disclaimer: I consider myself an amateur. Except for the rare times I'm told to write something for work, I am an unpaid author/poet/scriptwriter. What follow are my suggestions for fellow writers who feel their conversations could use some spice. Author's warning: Vulgar language and explicit lesbian sex within! -*-*- This guide is my attempt to...
I always hated my sister, Mekayla. She always received the most attention from my mother in college. She was always getting the newest fashions and accessories from mom - and I, her twin brother, had to buy off the sale racks. I always ended up doing all of her chores, too. This always happened, and it made me angrier and angrier until I finally cracked. O...
Susanne went off to the yoga room while matt and I went to the wrestling room for a circuit training class. We arrived a few minutes early and I introduced matt to some of the other members and made idle conversation. While everyone waited for the class to begin I grabbed a bottle of water for myself and one for matt. As we drank before we started the class...