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    [25 years earlier] William's green eyes blinked slowly from behind the balcony, locked on the crystal clear water that filled the pool downstairs, whose surface was hectic and disorganized as several young men and women splashed around inside it. They laughed and groaned, passing a small plastic ball between them as the young women sitting around the stoned edge expertly faked their enthusiasm to get the boy's attention. William's eyes rolled slowly at their pathetic attempt. Being 18 years
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    [Present time] "Fuck!" Bo whimpered, his body being pressed against the couch as William drilled his 11-inch cock into him. "I missed you." William snorted, his words being cut short by his heavy breathing, ass lifting over Bo's smooth, muscular body before lunging down aggressively. He suddenly collapsed on the raven-haired stud, his nose diving inside his neck. Bo looped his head to the side, carrying his luscious hair with it, his mouth inches from William's. "We fucked two day
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    [15 years earlier] "Come now, don't be shy," William called with a palliative tone. Bowie's 6-year-old mesmerizing dark eyes peeked from behind Nora, his little fingers pulling gently on her skirt. He gazed at William as he kneeled before the boy, awestruck by the towering figure's plunging emerald stare. "See? I told you," Nora uttered. That woman spoiled him rotten," she remarked, stepping aside and nudging Bo's tiny body forward with her hand. All three stood inside the ti
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    [20 years earlier] "Thanks, man!" The attractive twenty-something man said as he stretched his arm to grab the beer bottle his friend was handing him. "Is there a reason we're watching this shit?" He questioned as he glanced at his friend, who fell over the couch, chugging half his beer before he shrugged. "Bob, what's up?" He drilled. Robert's skewering blue eyes finally lifted, locking on his mate. "Nothing." He replied, his voice aloof. "I've known you since we were three,
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    [3 years earlier] "What the fuck are you doing, Bowie?" The strapping young man hollered from the other side of the street. "Let's go!" He pressed. Bo had been standing on a sidewalk for some time, his feet firmly grounded as his body wavered from one side to the other, battling his drunken state. Yet his eyes were steady, locked on a giant outdoor billboard beaming with lights, signaling the entrance to "The Beatnik Palace," the infamous hotel from Iron Saint's bohemian district. He s
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    Such funny, sweet and beautiful words. Thank you for taking this journey with me. Hope it's not the last!
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    The only people that matter in Iron's Saint town are the Wilde family. They're affluent, celebrated, and admired. But behind their flawless existence, dark secrets lie. Ones that will shake the foundations of everything they built and stand for.
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    It was August 15th, the warmest day of the year. Everyone who was anyone was at the Wilde's pool party, the wealthiest family in Iron Saint's town. They were notorious for their parties and money but primarily for giving birth to their two sons, Bowie and Lucas, deemed by everyone in the city the most beautiful pair of young men ever to grace the earth. Every high-society family coveted these parties. They were the perfect opportunity to parade their daughters around, hoping either boy might pay
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    I've written two stories featuring incest. There is an audience for it, for sure. But not everyone will admit they find the subject arousing... As with everything in erotic fiction, it's a fantasy. It doesn't mean one has indulged in an incest relationship in real life or has the desire to. As far as the story itself goes, I think it boils down to how you write it and treat the subject matter.
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    [At a certain point in time] "What's the last thing you remember, Ethan?" the therapist asked in a monocordic and surgical voice. "Crawling to the floor. Ben's hands...touching me." Ethan recounted, his eyes locked on the pristine wooden floor of the doctor's office. "A sharp pain in my back. And this...iron taste in my mouth." He added, his voice lingering almost as if he felt it at that moment. "Did you hear anything around you?" The therapist coached. "Footsteps. Gunshots.
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    [13 years earlier] "What about that one?" The blonde boy questioned as he pointed at the endless blue sky before him, his arm raised in the air as he lay on the large patch of green grass. "Hum...I don't know." The boy lying next to him replied, sounding bored out of his mind. "How long do you think they will keep us grounded?" The blonde child asked. "Probably until dinner time," the tanned-skinned, raven-haired child responded. "Ben, I'm getting cold." The blond kid no
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    [The year 1998, Island of Paros, Greece] It was the warmest summer ever recorded. Oliver's body flinched, his legs recoiling as the intense heat finally hit his toes. He had been hiding under the large rented canopy, enjoying a nap under its shade. But the noon sun was becoming unforgiving, forcing the boy out of his self-induced seclusion. "Ollie, caro, vieni qui." Oliver's mother called, her delicate arm stretched outwards, her figure hidden under the oversized beach chair she s
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    A coming of age story about Oliver, an 18-year-old boy who's spending another summer with his family in a Greek resort on Paros island. But a random encounter with Nikolaos, a vibrant and enigmatic local young man, will awaken his sheltered heart and change his life forever.
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    [4 years before the "incident"] The blindfold came off, and the boy's eyes opened, slowly blinking as they adjusted to the light from which they had been deprived of the last four days. He could recognize the small cupboard under the stairs, where he had been held hostage, whose door was now unlocked, giving him a view of the hallway and living room. The initial blur surrounding his eyes began to dissipate, and the shadow looming over him was finally revealed. "If I take this off, will
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    It's just a personal preference. I believe, as both a reader and a writer, that the narrator (by definition an extension of the author) should exist outside the narrative, therefore capable of inhabiting any character at any given time. Emotional, visual descriptions also work better in the third person. First person is too constraining for me. Too "dear diary." Third person style conveys more freedom, allowing the reader to interpret the world through his own eyes, not a character's.
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    "First person" writing style. Basic plots. No character development. No conflict. If it checks any of these boxes, I'm usually out.
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    [2 years after the "incident"] It was the coldest night in years. Snow had shrouded half the town, the roads barely visible, and the sidewalks thawing gradually. Ben was standing in front of a dismal, slightly dilapidated building, smoking a cigarette and enjoying a quiet moment, when a guy approached him cautiously. "Hey, Ben." The short, slightly bald man greeted as he strolled up the sidewalk, twirling his car keys around his fat finger. "Hey," Ben replied, inhaling the last pu
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    The night was quiet, the water shrouding the pier was dormant, and the air was unmoving on that desolate harbor. But it was different inside the only occupied house on that street. "Stop making this awkward, Ben. We're supposed to be having fun!" Robert quipped as Ben's screams of pain echoed in the background, barraging the house. "What the fuck?!" Ben vocifered as he glanced down at his knee before shaking his head violently, trying to handle the sharpest, most severe pain he had eve
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    Benjamin and his best friend Ethan's short vacation in a remote beach town takes a dark turn when a stranger knocks on their door. A story about deep, personal trauma and the unimaginable lengths one will go to save a loved one.
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    "Dude, what the fuck!?" Ethan hollered, lifting his arms in frustration before dropping on the couch behind him. "It's not my fault that you fucking suck at this," Benjamin replied as he tried desperately to contain his laughter, sticking his tongue out cheekily. They had been playing FIFA on the PS5 for over two hours, and it's safe to say Benjamin was wiping the stadium's lush yard with Ethan's face. Ethan and Benjamin had been best friends their whole life. Being both only chil
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    "ELLIE"

    CasualWanderer82 posted new chapter in The Good Son

    "Holy shit!" Austin bellowed, his sweaty body collapsing on the bed as he panted profusely. After a couple of seconds, Gabriel fell beside him, his eyes vacant and lifeless. "How can you just keep going like that?" He asked, his head jolting from side to side. He looked at Gabriel and rolled over, hugging the stud's torso and placing his chin on his chest. "Hey, you okay?" He asked. "Yeah," Gabriel replied, his eyes on the ceiling. "You never talk about yourself," Austin commented, eye
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    Thank you so much for indulging! Glad you were able to enjoy yourself! 😉
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    So glad you enjoyed the ride! Thank you 😊 I have been entertaining the idea of revisiting this story, so...😉
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    So glad you're enjoying the story! 😉
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    Thank you for sharing your story, @Jim Fraser and for allowing me to guide you through this journey. Remember, as long as you keep persevering, the love you carry inside lives on. 😉 keep your heart open and stay safe!
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