Devil worship. I don't know who came up with the notion first, but we had the idea that every Friday night, the county kennel club was hosting satanic mass, and we wanted to spy on the proceedings. At 18, we were still childish enough to believe in such hobgoblins and far too curious for our own good. We planned the night carefully, packing my car with flas...
Note: All characters in the following story are 18 years of age or older. Any resemblance to real persons, places, or events is purely coincidental. * "It's right down there, Daddy." Lisa pointed out the window. Alex Myers shook his head and frowned. "I don't see anything, kiddo. Are you sure they said here?" His Toyota careened down the dirt road, slowly...
The reader is cautioned to read the original story by Nicci. This is only one of many possible sequels. Jonathan tossed and turned the entire night. Sleep kept avoiding him yet the sun finally came up, shining in his face, burning in his memory, the evening before. In terrible turmoil, Jonathan climbed off the couch and staggered to the bathroom to pee and...
I Derwent Dashwood, 23th Baron le Despencer by line, retired Adjutant General, ranking member of Brooks Gentleman's Club and undisputed High Priest of the latest reincarnation of the Hellfire Club raise my arms and am unquestioningly awarded silence. Surveying the half-moon gathering of now naked acolytes it is difficult to remember that but a few minutes ag...
During my initial forays into the swinging arena, the Internet wasn't even a whisper on the lips of the public. Digital cameras? The only things digital in that archaic Stone Age were alarm clocks and microwave oven displays. We're talkin' VCRs and cassette tapes. Ozzy was still perceived as some dove-devouring, Satanic psychopath, as opposed to the pablum-...
Dear readers, This is the last chapter in the Lyssa/Joanna saga. It occurs after Ken has gone to his 'reward' and can no longer abuse his wicked witches, but they can't seem to let his memory fade away. This isn't actually my chapter of the story although I am writing it. As I've previously mentioned, it comes from the imagination of my partner, TT. She c...
I am Joseph. I have been described as tall, handsome, cocksure and obsessive. Whatever I do, I do to the best of my ability. Soon my skills will be put to the test in ways that I cannot reasonably predict. I go to university and major in international studies and sociology. The university itself is a sprawling village of buildings dating back to the 1960s....
She walked down the sidewalk as she looked at the large house at the end of the block. She stood at the old picket fence that was falling down and had peeling paint. Amber looked at the house as it stood empty and in decent shape. The lawn was overgrown, it had paint peeling here and there, a few broken windows and trash piled up on the porch. She took pics...
Note: All characters in the following story are 18 years of age or older. Any resemblance to real persons, places, or events is purely coincidental. * Jessi DeVille jiggled onto the floor of the Kit Kat Klub, her large, unfettered tits swaying proudly with every step of her 6inch white stilettos. The flowing silk skirt she wore was little more than a drama...
Based on factual events. *** ''You're coming with us. The Prophet wants to see you.'' That was the sentence which started it all three years ago. That was the sentence which changed my entire existence, thrusting me into the abyss of girlishness. I remember it all very clearly; it would be virtually impossible not to. At first, I was hopeful. But then,...