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The Glowing Purple Cock
Forest Ritual We see a wide-view, a misty forest, firs, cedars, spruce, large maple and black cottonwood trees. Our attention focuses on the silhouette of a grove of giant cedars, towering in the half-lit sky. We hear rustlings, gentle wind in the boughs, crickets, frogs and other early morning forest sounds. Our view narrows, passes between the dark trees like a slow flying bird, to reveal a silent lake. We pause at the shore. A trout jumps, the splash echoes, and rings of concentric circle widen from where the fish had been. We hear the eerie, haunting voice of a loon, quiet at first, then filling the air over the lake, as if some evil will soon occur. A great horned owl, flaps quickly by, startled from high branches. A bullfrog begins to boom, as if at our feet, increasing our sense of dread. The fog over the lake now appears ominous, moving slowly, in thick billows toward the shore. The camera turns, as if running back into the woods, following a deer trail along a narrow gurgling stream. We hear panting, as if the cameraman is terrified, trying to escape some horrible menace. We reach a clearing, where the cameraman stops, leaning on a thick maple tree to catch his breath. We hear him growing calmer. We still here the loon, far off, as background to the loud, gurgling stream. Our view widens to take in the entire clearing. We see lush ferns four to six feet high, bright green moss and orange plate-size mushrooms cling to fallen cedar trees. Suddenly, we hear a strong gust of wind toss the high cedar branches. Two crows start up an angry conversation, raucous accusing each other of some awful social blunder. The argument continues as we peek past a tangle of blackberry vines and milk thistles. The crows grow silent. We hear only a solitary wood thrush some distance away. Under a canopy of fir and cedar trees we see three female witches hooded in green, black and dark brown robes. The robes are open to the waist , revealing firm, pale white breasts. Each woman wears a red leather collar; silver chains dangle down between their breasts. The witches stand around a wide cedar stump, which rises chest-high from the mossy forest floor. The stump has is six feet wide or more, and has been polished to a smooth finish, lacquered in clear varnish. On this high-gloss surface two three-foot high red candle burn to the left and right. This is their altar. This is the place of sacrifice.
Office Hours - Part 1
Mara bit her lip, staring at the essay in front of her. A big fat red F marked the white paper, along with the ominous note, See me after class. She had known plagiarizing the essay she had found online was a bad, bad idea. Had that stopped her from plagiarizing it? Of course not. But she'd been desperate. She could barely understand a word of Foucault’s needlessly complex prose, and taking care of her wasted mama had not left her much time to write 2,000 words on The History of Sexuality. Nevertheless, she should have known better. Plagiarism was grounds for expulsion; George Eliot College had little tolerance for academic dishonesty.
Marcia heard the bathroom tap running and wandered in to see what her husband was up to. “Hey, honey.” Evan was washing his hands, his gaze meeting hers in the mirror.
A Submissive Side
“Ask a man to build you some steps for the back door and twelve months later it’s still not done. Casually mention you’d like him to tie you up and dominate you and he’s turned the shed into a BDSM dungeon within the hour!” Lara handed Miriam her cup of tea.
Chapter Two The air rushed past me as I fell toward the rift and my new life— for the next hundred years at least. I hit the shimmering surface and it felt like a splash of cold water. The vastness of the cosmos whirled past me as the rift took me from one plane of existence to another. As I slipped through the rift, my father’s protections crackled over my skin in tiny lightning bolts. If I didn’t have permission, my molecules would have been blasted apart into nonexistence. There was a reason none of us tried to just sneak through the rift.
I pulled up to the CEOfficial Casino on the Fourth Friday of Feb. in 2015 which I own. I was driving my black & white CEOfficial Custom Convertible. Hi my name is Cumunity, I am originally from Riverside California. Now I own the Largest Casino in West Hollywood, California. We are celebrating our 10th year anniversary on my 40th birthday, which is on July 4th of 2016. As I walk into the main entrance of the Casino from our four story parking garage, I took the first right to the nearest restroom. I went into the second stall, to take a number two, & I found a 8 ball of Go Fast, also known as crank, speed, or ice on the left side of the toilet on the ground. It was rolled up in a clear plastic bag, that was bald up in a small brown paper bag. I thought about flushing it down the toilet, but I was also full & tired, after eating two Whooper's for five dollars & drinking a strawberry milk shake from Burger King, around a hour ago. I took a large shard out of the plastic bag and sucked on it for four minutes, while I was finishing up my number two. After the shard of ice melted in my mouth, I instantly got horny, & had a sudden idea to go out, & meet three other people. My goal was to find three other people, & go upstairs to party in one of our best hotel suites. I got up, pulled my pants up, & buckled up my belt. I walked out the stall, & washed my hands. I walked out of the restroom, took a left turn, & went straight over to our casino bar & night club dancing area. I sat down at the bar, & ordered a glass of Merlot Wine with two shots of vodka. While I was downing the two shots of vodka, the song that was playing in the back ground was blame it, by Jamie Fox & T-Pain. I picked up my glass of Merlot Wine, & walked over to a empty table, right by the dance floor. While I was sitting down, drinking my Merlot Wine, I noticed two big beautiful ladies dancing to that song. They looked very wild, rowdy, and drunk having a great time. A minute later after the blame it song stopped playing, I called those two ladies over to my table. They came over & sat down with me, & I introduced myself to them. I said hi ladies my name is Cumunity, & the first lady was a brunet Mexican lady with sexy big lips, big boob's, & a big back side. She said hi Cumunity, my name is Shemail, & it's a pleasure to meet you. The other lady was a red head, who was Asian & Black mixed. She said hi Cumunity, my name is Feemail, & it's a pleasure to meet you also. I told them that I was the owner of the Casino, & that I was seek to party & have fun, in one of our best hotel suites. They said really, we are looking for a fourth person to party with us in our room up stairs. I said a fourth person, they said yes our friend Trisexual is alreay up stairs in room 400 waiting for us to bring one more person up. I said that's great, we should all have a Freaky Friday Fourturnity Foursome. They were all looking for the same thing also. So we walked to the right side back corner of the Casino, & took the escalator up to the fourth floor. Once we got to room 400, Feemail pulled the sliding room key out of her bra, & opened the door. As we walked in we heard a adult video playing on the HD Flat Screen LG TV. I looked over to the right of us, and there was this big beautiful butt naked blonde lady master bating, & sucking on a big dildo, laying on her back, with her feet up in the air. She was on a King Size bed. I noticed to the right side of the bed, on the night stand, that there were four oil burners. I said ladies we should all get fully nude, & start smoking. We stayed there and partied four night in a row. Two mails & two Feemail's, & from that time on we call ourselves the Trisexual Shemail Feemail Cumunity.
Taken on the Sand
I’m horny. Pete has been teasing me for the entire match. Rubbing his hand on my butt, hugging me tight every good point we managed to snatch from the opposite team. I, for myself, had done what I could to arouse him. Like wiggling my ass at him every time he was up to serve, or casually grazing his crotch when walking by him.
Nancy Screw and the Coming of Age (18+) Chapter 21
Chapter 21 A Secluded Shed Nancy found herself about thirty minutes later feeling stranded like the car. She kept along the road that seemed to come full-circle in the darkness that haunted it. Ghost Pines was kind of like that. There were many parts that seemed to disband and then rejoin at inconvenient places. It was not newcomer friendly in that manner. Even Nancy, who had grew up just outside of the community, had trouble navigating it in the off chance she found herself there. Still, she found herself following the road that lead into the heart, coming across no other cross street. But as she came up to the next turn in the road she stopped to catch her breath and to listen. Her ears grew more receptive to her surroundings as her breath reached a lazy pace. She could hear crickets in the distance, the croak of bullfrogs, and the sound of an owl’s hoot, manifesting a nervous calm. But Nancy liked all of nature’s orchestra. It took her back to childhood fishing and camping trips to Mt. Admiral. She breathed in the night air; it, too, was full of richness from the springtime blossoms. She smiled at these memories and continued on along the new stretch of road. Before long, Nancy found herself in a dense part of the woods that the little moonlight that had been let in all the while, couldn’t breach. And, as the road led into it, she found herself perplexed and almost hypnotized by a single light off in the distance. It looked like a house. Nancy advanced along the safety of the road in an effort to quickly close the gap. Within five minutes she found herself a few hundred feet from the source; a small wooden shed. And there, partially dignified by the light, was the elusive vehicle the three had been following. Nancy looked for a way to sneak up to the building in a safe and accommodating manner, but found none and was forced to trudge through the pitch black, save for a sliver of light to guide her to their location. Nancy braved it and took her chances. She moved slowly, doing her best to avoid snapping any brittle twigs or falling and maiming herself. Anything to stay conscious and quiet.
Nancy Screw and the Coming of Age (18+) Chapter 20
Chapter 20 A Near Miss The three girls found themselves at the bottom of Monte View Way just as the car with Margaret and the man disappeared around a corner veering to the left. Beth stopped for the intersection and then continued along the road. She made sure to maintain her distance so she could forsake the disadvantage of turning her lights off. It was still all too risky. As Beth’s car approached the corner where the two before them had disappeared around, they caught a glimpse of their taillights once more, which flashed as they disappeared and reappeared in amongst the growing density of trees. They were heading towards Ghost Pines, a secluded community that was nestled secretly amongst great firs and maples, which acted as a natural dome; keeping the cruelties of the elements out. From time to time, Nancy questioned the name. Had there once been pines here? The name leaned towards yes, but no one could really confirm.
Nancy Screw and the Coming of Age (18+) Chapter 19
Chapter 19 The Road to Ruin Nancy sat in the car with Beth and Janet by her side, nursing her wounds. She was lucky that the backpack from the first stakeout was still nestled safely in Beth’s car and that one of the things they remembered to bring last minute was a first aid kit. You never know when you might need it. Silence took over as Beth and Janet tended to Nancy. Finally, Nancy spoke.
Nancy Screw and the Coming of Age (18+) Chapter 18
Chapter 18 Digging Up the Dirt The following morning Nancy almost overslept. She woke up and got ready in a frenzy. Her parents were downstairs. They had no clue about last night. Nancy knew when they were on to her about something. It was rare, but there were those times where she had let her innocence slip and they had found out about it. This time, however, had eluded them. Nancy’s eyes were still half-closed when she smelled the nauseatingly sweet aroma of fresh-brewed coffee and remembered how it had, among other things, perked her right up out of her dismal surroundings of the Riverside Police Station. Oh Officer Bradley, God bless him.
Nancy Screw and the Coming of Age (18+) Chapter 17
Chapter 17 Cell Mates The whole way to the station Nancy questioned her actions; not in the way that any other person in her situation would, but in the methods and operation of the way she had investigated. How did they know I was there? What tracks did I leave uncovered? In my haste I was so thorough. Nancy shook her head in her inward frustrations at her carelessness. What tipped them off? It wasn’t long before they arrived at their destination. The patrol car stopped and the two officers got out. Shortly thereafter the right side opened and Nancy was escorted out and led to a secured door. The three disappeared inside.