An author's rant. Hi folks. I know some of you detest author's comments and perhaps think the folly self-indulgent. But I've had many posts that suggest some actually enjoy delving inside my crazed head as I attempt to shed some light on what my story was supposed to achieve. So, for those of you who would like the insight, read on. The rest of you can s...
My name is Stephen Pratchett, and I am a secret atheist. Why keep that a secret? you may ask. Well, the problem were my parents, and to a certain extent, my two siblings. You see, they were reformed protestants. For those of you who don't know what that means: they were the strictest, fun-hating, sour-faced people on the planet. Fundamentally their beliefs m...
Jeff awakened to soft kissing on his face, and he realized there was a hand stroking his cock, gently. He couldn't have been asleep for more than 20 minutes. His breathing grew deep as his penis grew hard. He realized it was Amy. He smiled. That little nymph! He could hear her heavy breathing, and she kissed him on the lips. Her tongue darted into his mout...
Given the surprises she seemed to come up with each time we got together, I wasn't sure what to expect when Kathleen called me the week after our lunch with Jennifer and asked if I were free to drop by about eight the following Wednesday evening for a drink and to meet her brother, Marc. I remembered she had mentioned him the night of our whipped cream fuck...
The mist was still lapping up against the bows of The Wizard's Despair bringing an evil chill with it. Inside the Captain's cabin Wanda surveyed the carnage. The cross to which she had been strapped had numerous sweat marks from where her back had rested against it. The wall above the hearth was still stained with the mackerel rich semen that had sprayed fro...
Disclaimer: All characters in this work are purely fiction, are all over 18 years old, all situations are consensual and all writing is the sole property of Bella Bellua, author. ***** Chapter 3: Off to the Races Her: The gathering area was crowded when we arrived. Naturally, we were a little late as was the way when you had to chorale seven crazy pups...
"Dear Diary, Today is the fifth day of this new house. I haven't written in a while, because we've been packing. This house is in the middle of a forest. A perfect setting for a horror movie. Its different, my sister and I have to share a bed. At the age of eighteen we are still living with our parents. My dad is too protective, but I love him that way. But...
I looked out over my portion of my father's territory. For the most part, there was nothing but desert as far as the eye could see. In the distance I could see an erupting volcano. Ash drifted down from the sky. I wasn't sure if it was from the volcano or the firestorm raging among the grey clouds. Harsh, but beautiful, I mused. This piece of territory would...
Growing up I had a pretty normal childhood. As normal as you can get growing up in a town full of werewolves. Yep, that's right. Werewolves. It's not as weird as it sounds, I promise you. I grew up with my siblings and my parents who all had their first transformations at fourteen like all the other werewolves. They all hoped I would have mine as well. Alas,...
"I can't help but wonder about you," Michael whispered as he watched Emma sleep. He'd met her a month ago at a nightclub and they'd hit it off immediately. He was disappointed to learn, however, she never went out during the day. She had a night job, she rarely got out of bed before eight p.m. and was in bed by no later than seven a.m. the next morning. H...