The moonlit forest was alive with the sounds of its nocturnal inhabitants. Mixed among them were moans of pain and pleasure that shouldn’t be there. Some diurnal, bipedal creatures were engaging in a noisy activity that involved no clothing, body entanglement, and the repeated swatting of an open palm across an upturned, writhing bottom. Discarded haphazardly by the humans’ feet were two pairs of jeans, two shirts, one co...

For as long as man lived, magic was real, feared, and revered, with the exception of an imperceptibly short period of time ironically named after light. Light had nothing to do with it! This documentary chronicles—in no enlightened fashion and with excessive focus on the carnal—the return of humanity to its magical roots. *** “Close your eyes, and the world will become real. Open them and you’re staring at nothing but sha...

Yesterday was Rodal’s 18th birthday. (P.S.: I know I’ve made a promise to myself to never write about past days in this diary… to motivate myself to write it daily… but it was hectic yesterday… and promises are made to be broken anyway!) Even though my little brother had the benefit of seeing all his classmates going through their Adulthood Ritual before him (the benefit of being born in the spring equinox and going to sc...

Irom kissed his teary-eyed sister on the mouth (like siblings do) before taking her naked, hourglass form in a bear hug. Salo buried her face in Irom’s chest. Her ample breasts squished between them. And she moaned softly as her brother started stroking her shoulder-length, black hair. From her big brother’s vantage point, Salo’s crimson bottom looked even bigger than its usual callipygian self. He patted the shapely post...