Stable Stories

The morning light pierces through the crack in Billy's curtains, casting a golden glow on his bed. The events of the previous evening play in Billy's mind like a feverish dream—his mother's tongue buried in his grandmother's ass, the feel of Evelyn's furry armpit against his face, and the feel of Margaret's mouth on his cock. He lies, trying to piece together the reality of what happened. Suddenly, the door to his room fl...

Ben and I were brother and sister with only four years between us. He was in his early thirties at thirty one and I was in my late twenties at twenty seven. We'd always had a love/ hate relationship, I guess that's normal for brothers and sisters.After our parents died in a tragic car accident a year ago, it brought Ben and I closer together. We sorted out our differences and made a truce. Ben was six feet tall with green...

Rain pattered against the high windows of the cozy little library on the third floor of Beaulac Manor. Fredric Beaulac, master of the estate, sat in his favourite wingback chair, one leg crossed loosely over the other as he read by the fire, contentedly ensconced in the dry warmth amid the smell of old books. A light tapping came at the door and he lifted his sharp brown eyes from his page to see slender, young Roberta. B...