Annette: Carnival Hell
I went to bed after that "wonderful" showing, earning several more hugs and kisses as I did so. I considered asking to sleep by Trace, and was wondering on the idea if he would come in by me, though assuming not. I closed my door and changed into...
Lucien: Introductions
It was two in the morning, and Lucien had planned to be sleeping roughly three hours ago. He was not even doing anything interesting. He was not writing a last minute report, nor was he finishing a good book, or a difficult video game. He was crying....
Lucien: Orgasmically Squished
Every day Tommen felt worse than the day before. He had seen Lucien only at school for almost two months, and it was weighing heavy on him. They still spoke, it was not as though Lucien or he had cut off communication, but they had not done anything...
Could Make a Good Faux-Classical Tragedy
I had lived a charmed life for a long time. My parents were - well, not in the picture, to be obtuse about it. From the age of eight, until my current age of fourteen, I had lived quite successfully without them. I used their disability checks to...
Annette: Take Me Out Tonight
I woke up in Trace's arms, pretty much aware that this was my fault. It was pretty great, despite the fact that it was completely wrong. I also _really_ liked silk. Trace's hands were on my ribs and we were spooning. I don't know when I had rolled...
Lucien: New Years Fireworks
"Hey, Tommen." Lucien cooed through the telephone. "Are you busy tonight?" "It's New Year's, Lucien." Tommen stated, as if Lucien was being stupid. "I know that. I asked if you were busy, though." "Oh, well... I'm not, really. My parents are out on...
A Foray Into Madness
_ Why do people always feel sorry for those of us who are insane? Maybe they have never received the powerful bursts of insight, or the incredible flurries of creative wisdom. Maybe they feel sorry for us, because they feel sorry for...
Lucien: Nothing Sacred
As a rule, Lucien liked mornings. Granted, he did not like waking up before the sun every day for school, but he did enjoy being up early to bask in the quietness. It was quiet, today, because nobody else in the house was a morning person, and because...
Lucien: Everything's Different but Nothing's Changed
Spring had sprung, and with it, Lucien's intensity of flirtation and sexual forwardness had waned. While that made interaction at school and in public when Luci was not in attendance easier, Tommen found it slightly difficult not to be a bit...
Claire: Where Have You Been All My Life?
Mornings were usually the best part of the day for Claire. It was peaceful and quiet, her mind was clear and her focus was precise. During these times she liked to review her schedule and her homework, make breakfast as a sweet gesture for her family...
Annette: Peacefully Insane
I spent the night idly wondering how a single, young gentleman like Trace could possibly want a daughter. Though, besides occasional outbursts of obvious youth, he seemed simply like a man who should be raising kids. But _me?_ I wasn't so sure I...
Annette: Just Admit It!
Trace's eyes popped open, wide as dinner plates and twice as hard. Glaring at me he snatched my shoulders in his grasp, picking me up bodily. "Annette! You're drunk!" He demanded admonishingly, more than asked. I tried to be sweet, and I think it...