I. Thunderstorm. Tuesday, December 9th 1986. Elodie de Monteclair gazed pensively out of the window. The huge panes of old, hand-made glass were streaked with rain, but the distant view was still clear enough for her to observe banks of ominous black cloud - a storm, being propelled inexorably towards her by a gradually freshening breeze. She watched, trying to ignore the chatter behind her. But, before long, the storm wa...

Warning: There are unconfirmed reports of nekomusume ( feral cat-girls) in District 21. Residents and visitors are advised to avoid all contact with these creatures. Please be aware that Thirlmir City Ordinance 22114 - B strictly prohibits the feeding, housing or aiding of feral cat-girls. - By Order of the Planetary Government of Ereshkigal. ~~~~~~ Thirlmir... never in my thirty years of existence had I seen a bleaker an...

December 20th, Day of Saint Dominic of Silos. Months ago, quite by accident, I discovered in my study a hidden spyhole in the oak panelling by the alcove in which my desk is situated. This cleverly constructed contrivance has allowed me, at all hours, to keep watch upon my studio, which is situated on the floor directly below. The studio is a well-appointed, warm and spacious room, brightly lit by several large windows. I...

Log of the USS Devil Ray. Saturday. August 12th, 1943. 21:00 hours. Commander Benjamin F. Prentiss reporting. After an uneventful week with no sign of the enemy, we have been ordered to return to Fremantle, Western Australia, for two weeks re-fit and R&R. As a result, morale aboard ship is exceptionally good. Our new recruits are doing well, according to C.P.O. Bennett, and I can think of no better or more capable Chief P...

Dawn, rose-tinted and most welcome, came to him at last, bringing with her a cooling breeze. He imagined her guiding his tiny boat towards landfall, towards sanctuary, rest and solitude. Indeed, he could almost hear her whispering these honeyed promises into his ear, and he fondly hoped that the coastline before him would offer a chance to escape the vicissitudes of fate. The good southerly breeze filled the sails and fre...

The moon reflected in your eye Through candle smoke when candles die, Your footsteps on the silver sand, The silky skin of your supple hand, The mystery in your tender sighs, That delicious cleft between your thighs, The quiet music that you make, The passion that you never fake, Your warm caress, your long, cool kiss, The way you bring orgasmic bliss, Your dark cascades and swaying breasts, Your artful mind that never re...

The Mercury Gallery, New York, is proud to announce a forthcoming solo exhibition and sale of recent paintings by Leo Kauffmann. November 1st-30th. - The New York Herald Tribune, Thursday, October 28th, 1965. ~~~~~~ When Leo’s studio loft apartment doorbell rang at 7:30 pm on December 24th, he was carrying two bottles of vodka. Deftly slipping one under his arm, he slid back the door’s security catch. “Just a minute!” “It...

Dear lamp, ‘t is you I envy For by his bed, you lie. You watch and keep my lover; The light within my eye. And though this dread night divides us. And though the road is long, I pray the sweet breeze will aid me And bring to him my song. Ah, how my sad dreams torment me As dark clouds veil the moon, Cold, grim and forlorn I waken, Longing to greet dawn soon. Dear lamp, now guard and guide him Through all the hours of nigh...

Alone, in silence, You embraced the distant stars, Wiped away your tears And listened to their stories With a brave and grateful heart. - Haruna Murakami. ~~~~~ "Chief Engineer's personal log, this 25th day of Gamelion. 1600 hours. Lieutenant Commander Selene Kheperkare of the ISS Bellerophon reporting. We are now cruising at sub-light, two weeks away from planet-fall at Ereshkigal in the system of Zeta Ophiuchi, where I...

On a night, by soft moonlight forsaken, Long after the candles have died, We both flee down the highway oft’ taken By young lovers longing to ride. Behind us, the sea’s turbulent madness, Above us, a thunderstorm looms But we speed to the city with gladness; Desirous of pleasure-filled rooms; Those shrines where sight, sound, and sensation Bring to us the gods of desire And you, my pagan priestess of passion, Burn with th...

Forbidden by their feuding families to wed, meet or even to speak, Pyramus and Thisbe are forced to converse secretly in the dead of night through a crack in the cellar wall of their adjoining abodes… ~~~~~ “Pyramus, Pyramus! The moon invites us to our sacred, secret place, my love. Let us not waste this precious hour she has granted... Pyramus!” “I’m here, my nymph, fear not. I had to oversee the whipping of three of my...

La Conciergerie Prison. Paris. July 28th, 1794. My beloved Eugenie, with my last louis d'or, I have paid a kindly old crone to get this letter to you in Lausanne. With some luck, it will arrive via her brother who, I'm told, works for a Swiss paper merchant. The odds are long, I know, but in my desperation, I know of no other way. I have languished here for weeks, denied everything save gruel and water to sustain me. But,...

Tracing shadows on the ceiling as James lay on top of her, Daniella was barely conscious of his slim cock ineffectively winding its way back and forth through her pussy. Her mind drifted instead to the smell of leather and whiskey, to muscles rippling under inked skin and to the percussive force of heavy, silver-buckled, boots… “Ah, ah, aaaahhh, oh, ahhh, mmmh.” She felt James' semen moisten her pussy like a dripping tap...

“Fuck me and hurt me,” she said, “but never pity me... If you want to protect me, as a lot of the men I meet seem to want to do, then protect me from banality, boredom, mediocrity and disappointment.” She was beautiful and delicate, like an orchid newly bloomed. But I quickly learned that her heart was dark; forged in the fires of lust and tempered in the icy waters of her shadowed past. Was I a fool to want her, was I a...

The Surrey Antiquarian and Historical Society takes great pleasure in announcing a forthcoming lecture on the reading of basic ancient Egyptian hieroglyphic texts by eminent local archaeologist and Egyptologist Sir Roderick Winky-Dadswell. The lecture will take place on Sunday, November 1st at 3 pm in the town hall of Abbess-Saint-Adair. Admittance is by donation with all proceeds going to the London War Relief Fund. Sir...