Yesterday, we shared a cup of pumpkin spice chai. Tonight, she dances nude with her twelve sisters; all women of faultless beauty and perpetual youth, dancing solemnly and chanting in muted tones. Earlier, I had again plunged into a tempestuous sea of lithe and luscious flesh where nothing was ever denied me. Thirteen bodies, each as perfect and desirable as the next, had fulfilled my every last desire. “The moment approa...

The midnight train had already passed more nameless suburbs than I cared to count; drab, still and silent they all were under a full September moon. The endless clatter of steel against steel and concrete had lulled me into a state of limbo; hanging somewhere between sleep and wakefulness. I was at the back of the rail car and I could see a tight group of Chinese teens laughing and joking at the far end; obviously obeying...

Three blonde dolls. No, literally, Three blonde dolls; Habitual schemers. Subtle conspirators, Resourceful assassins, Watchers, rivals, friends. Given immortal life By some quirk of Fate. Given consciousness, And burning, dark desire; three curses. Cursed are they to while away the years; Three goddesses without goddess powers Or human hearts, yet still, the fires burn. So unto evil deeds our trio turn. - The Profligacies...

July 16th 1720 To his most serene highness, Philip, Prince of Hesse-Darmstadt, Duke of Mantua. Excellency, it was with profound pleasure and the utmost delight that I took possession this morning of your fine cottage. The rustic beauty, drama and tranquility of this house and the extensive woods with which it is surrounded, will, I feel certain, inspire in me the composition of music of the most profound beauty; a fitting...

Wednesday, July 14th. 8 am. The studio's usual chaos and noise were suddenly punctuated by a high-pitched squeal of delight. “Teneriffe! That sounds fucking amazing, even if I knew where that was, it wouldn't sound any better!” Alberto and Christian looked down at Carla as she smiled up at them broadly. Christian, the older and shorter of the two answered her in his mature, measured tones, “It's an island, a beautiful hol...

When Ludvik dreamt, it was often of painted angels and demons, of starry skies and lofty peaks deep in the Carpathian mountains. He saw soaring spires and battlements, Gothic towers, Baroque palaces, domed cathedrals and impossible castles such as only his imagination could build. And, always in his dreams, he was a traveler; a restless seeker after truth and beauty. But wherever he travelled in his dreams, he always seem...

“All homage to you my Lady Tara; Fearless, invincible and terrible, Slayer of the demon hordes of Mara. You vanquish them all with a frown of wrath Upon your thrice beautiful lotus face.” The Persimmon Grove had been a popular meeting place in Ereshkigal's affluent 71st district for several years. Above the central bar stood a tall and many-branched holographic persimmon tree; the bar's trademark. The tree had been a feat...

It was 3 am on the morning after you arrived on the island. You had left him sleeping in your hotel room. He had drunk too much, fucked you, and then fallen asleep. But you wanted more, and you needed better; you needed me... I had seen you earlier, in the afternoon, by the pool in your black bikini; sweet, vulnerable, beautiful, and seemingly unfulfilled. I wanted you immediately, I wanted to kiss you, to hold you, to fu...

When Haruna dreamt, it was of Hell. Her faith had taught her that there were Hells without number; that there existed an infernal, hierarchical multi-verse and in it, an infinity of eternal suffering. Paradoxically, that thought comforted her, for surely, in amongst them all, there was a Hell just for her. She imagined it as a vast plain of black basalt punctuated by distant spires of red quartzite. In her dreams, she wou...

On Friday, September 9th 2022, at 10 am, twenty-seven-year-old James Dunlean had just placed his espresso pot on the stove when he received a knock at his front door. Little did he know, when he answered the door, that his life was about to change forever. He opened the door and peered through the security screen which he always kept securely locked. Standing there was a tall girl with her face in profile. He took in her...

Dwelling in that realm of brilliant light,Embedded in the hidden heart of night,Unspeaking and heedless, yet knowing all,I see you sometimes when in sleep I fallGently into the chasm of my dreams;Suffused throughout with gently dancing beams,Born of the stars, tender and ever kind;A wondrous place with hidden truths to find.Searching once whilst idly wandering thereI saw a golden spindle rend the air,Wherein two eyes of w...

At dawn Kayla shed her finespun cotton robe and stepped into the cool waters of the Pool Of Purification. She bathed her fine limbs, taking care to clean her body well and make it acceptable to Menkeret, her god. When she was satisfied, she left the water and placed the robe lightly upon her shoulders, leaving it unfastened in front. She shook her masses of raven black hair and began to walk up the causeway towards the te...

Maria awoke early the next morning and quietly made her way into the cosy little kitchen. She made coffee using one of Aunt Antigone's antique brikia. She took her cup out onto the front porch where she sat facing the beautiful, lapis hued waters of the Saronic Gulf. The beach was empty and the morning coolness was a welcome prelude to the dry July heat that would inevitably set in as the day wore on. From the corner of h...

  That night when first I saw your face, Your black-sheathed beauty held my eye; You sought the fire, the winds to chase, You revelled in the storm vexed sky.   That night I heard the rolling thunder, I heard the storm Gods call my name As lightning rent the sky asunder, Upon my heart you staked your claim.   Music of winter tide and tempest, True soul of all-embracing night, Howling din that Furies love best, Goddess mos...

With her mouth licking pussy, a dildo thrusting into her ass and another invading her precious 'kitty', Maria was deep in the realm of sweet abandon… 0 0 0 Upon the sun drenched Saronic gulf, some thirty-five kilometres south east of Athens lies the tiny, tranquil town of Anavyssos. Without a doubt it is a jewel, in a land already replete with beauty. It is a haven; a town largely born of the need to escape the oppressive...