"You've probably heard the Appian Hollow Pumpkin Patch is haunted". Roy Arbengast spoke earnestly to his next door neighbor, Betty Stone. "W-why?" Betty was intensely superstitious and could feel her heart pounding like a jackhammer in her chest. "We-l-l-" Roy had a distinct drawl. "Sometimes people go there and...." He paused tellingly. "They never come b...
In The Gymnasium 1. My husband Clifton is a Baptist minister and since we've been married his career has gone from being an assistant in a small town church to later taking over the growing parish in his own right. His involvement increased when he started coaching the under-age soccer team and taking a 'Religious Instruction' class at the local high schoo...
I apologise for this story briefly being pulled, but someone reported it. Frustrated that their attempt to one-bomb the story was unsuccessful (the score still rose over 4 before it was pulled) they invented a reason to report it. In the first 30 minutes of its first foray into the Lit world, i.e. before anyone even had time to read it, the story had 35 vote...
Aathan was asleep. Floating. Dreaming. He hung motionless in the zero-g inside the padded chamber that was his bedroom on the Moebius. He could have slept in a bed, strapped in by a blanket like cargo, but he preferred to float free. His dreams were a jumble of cell biology experiments and being sexually ravaged by an alien woman with six hands. She looked s...
The young girl trembled slightly as she was led onto the stage. She was Asian, with long black hair to her waist. Only 18 she did not quite know what was going to happen to her except that it would be exciting and scary. She blushed as she caught sight of the audience sitting in front of the stage, waiting for her. Two other women walked alongside her, each...
(This is a genre I am exploring, part biography, part fiction, some imagination, full pleasure. All characters in this story are above the age of consent. Dedicated to S., my wife, the love of my life who has been gone for 7 years now, whose image comes to mind, as I put these words down. I write because it gives me pleasure. My initial writings drew great...
CHAPTER 15- CLYDE'S DECISION "Ragon?" Clyde said into the phone receiver. It hadn't taken him long to carry Bell from the Cemetery and to reach his car, but those few moments had been enough for her to lose a lot of blood. Once inside his car, he had sped away quickly, desperate to get to the hospital as fast as possible. Now as he drove he phoned Ragon....
Katpaddi railway station is in the state of Tamilnadu, India and is the nearest station of Christian Medical College, Vellore. My father in law was admitted at CMC, Vellore. After getting a call from my brother in law, I had boarded Himsagar Express train in Punjab and disembarked the train at Katpaddi in an early morning of November a couple of years back...
{I am still writing this tale as it happens, and life being the way it is, I can't speed things up. Hell, at my age, if I wait until it's all over I will be dead and forgotten. Plus this is REAL fucking life, if I had my way it would be completely different. It's more like a diary than a story, so if that isn't your thing, there are lots of naughty stories...
Virginity The long-awaited dedication of my new pussy to Madame Silver had finally arrived. I didn't know how to feel, I was excited and anxious. More so than I was when I first came to her and was auditioned for the "house." She had let me have a room upstairs to take a nap and a bath and prepare myself for the occasion. For some reason I didn't feel fes...