Cailin

Joined April 2021

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Bio

I am a proud father. I enjoy writing, reading, gaming and music. I have had a troubled life and I wish to have a platform to talk about things that I have experienced.

I will also use this platform for original story ideas. Thank you all.

Stories (4/0)

You
She pounces upon you, taking your thick locks in her supple hands. Her warm lips press against yours. They feel kinder and warmer than your wife’s, but then that could be all the alcohol fabricating false truths. You resist the urge to stop this madness and leave, salivating at the thought of having her. Her petite breasts imprison you against her, as she gently pushes you against the window, unbuttoning your shirt with the deftest of flicks.
By Cailin3 years ago in Filthy
To The Grave
You pour yourself another glass of rum, this time with no mixer. It’s your fourth of the night, and your vision begins to blur. You feel warm and friendly, smiling as your sister-in-law passes by you, stroking your shoulder gently with her supple hand. Her auburn hair sways before your eyes, and you find it hard to take your eyes away from it. You feel another tap on your shoulder moments later. You turn towards it, and see your wife, ‘Having a good time?’ she asks, smiling.
By Cailin3 years ago in Confessions
The Autobiography of a Fractured Soul
This is not a traditional autobiography. I will not talk about my entire life story. Instead, I wish to focus in on a few key moments in my life and write about them as if they are their own short stories. These 'short stories' will not be in chronological order of my life. I hope this doesn't put anyone off from reading. There will be no set schedule as to when I will write. I must warn you, some of the stories I will share are not pleasant and are extremely personal. I only wish to have somewhere to write about my experiences in life without judgement or ridicule. Thank you for reading this.
By Cailin3 years ago in Confessions
Depths of Woe
I take a sip from the glass. The warm liquid envelops my taste-buds as I swill the delicate wine around my mouth. The flavours erupt in a symphony of delight and wonder. I carefully swallow the nectar, and sigh deeply once the flavours subside from my mouth. The warmth penetrates through me; I feel it travel down towards the pit of my stomach, comforting me for the night ahead. Just as I finish the sip, I hear the ring of the restaurant door. I turn to the sound and see my date. She looks better than I remember that day at the store. Her flowing locks of golden blonde dances with the lively atmosphere of the small diner, choreographed solely for the pleasure of my eyes. Her eyes widen as she ascertains her surroundings, revealing the sky dyed colour of her iris. Her lips remain unmoved, however, locked in an eternal strife of misery. She spots me as I wave to her, but there is no sign of a smile in her lips. She hands her coat over to the waiter and limps over to me, my heart thumping with each step she takes.
By Cailin3 years ago in Criminal

Cailin

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You

To The Grave

The Autobiography of a Fractured Soul

Depths of Woe

Stories (4/0)