Author's Note: The following narrative is pure fiction. There is no connection between the church herein described and any known organized religious order. There is no such church as St. Benecine. The fact that I use certain vocabulary traditionally associated with various religions is purely coincidental and should not be taken as a slur against anyone's cu...
Exile alone would never have driven me mad. My entire life, I had felt distant and out of place. Only Sin, with this teasing green eyes and quick smile had ever made me feel loved. I had loved him since we were children. When he chose prison, rather than to be exiled with me, my heart was broken. It was only by chance that I found the humans and pure coinc...
Part 1 - "Like It Or Not, Bitch!" The August, Friday night was blazing-hot; Kayla wiped sweat off her forehead while thinking she was going to do likewise when she reached under her dress, to realize that the moisture glistening on the fuck-hump between her legs consisted largely of twat-juice. That was in contradiction to her seeming to be sweet, which th...
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The Plough and the Stars © 2018 1r1shman101 Note to Readers: This is one where you're really better off reading Part 1: The Studio first. Much of what happens here doesn't make real sense without it. Plus, you'll be missing a really good hand job. ***** "See, the, thing is," Tess says, "Irish girls are Goddesses of the hand job." We're sitting, me,...
Room 4, Rin's Travel Agency, Macalania The water tasted swampy, Raine realized, smacking on the tap's aftertaste as she peered into the glass. Swallowing with a grimace, she dumped the rest down the drain and set the cup on the aqua tiled counter next to the bathroom's rust-stained stone basin. Zanarkand's water tasted clean and sweet, surely the product o...
Mordred, I know how little chance my words have now of moving you in any way. Yet I pray that you read them through, and not cast aside this last chance for the peace of all our peoples. I beg you, Mordred. Do not make them suffer for the sins of their king. I see you again as I close my eyes. I see the youth you stood before me, making your way in the f...
As a person who grew up in the fifties and in the Baptist church, I feel qualified to speak on abstinence education. The way I was raised second base was a sin even dancing was a sin. The only effect this had on me was to make me a terrible dancer. To deny a teen-aged lad with a body full of raging hormones a release or at the very least, some understanding...
She wouldn't cry again, Ji-Ha told herself, as she walked hurriedly down the dark, deserted, snow-covered street. Huddled in her oversized coat, she was hurrying to keep warm, not because she was going somewhere. She had nowhere to go. Nowhere at all. But she wouldn't cry. She had shed enough tears tonight. Enough for a lifetime. She wasn't going to shed an...
Preacher Man, I know whatcha' do. I KNOW whatcha' do late at night. I SEE whatcha' do, old Preacher Man. You don't see me, neither does she. I am there. I am in church late at night. So very late at night. Too late for good boys and girls to be out. I am there. You take her to play. You take her TO church late at night. You take her IN church late at night....