A collection of various sex stories. 


Volume 1 - The Frivolous Skirt Chasing Pervert 

Volume 2 - The Harem King of a Female Dormitory 

Volume 3 - Stranded

Volume 4 - NTR Lover - I'll Steal All Women


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I know updating with these kind of chapters are boring already, but I like interacting with my readers more that Power Stones. This story wasn't exactly written purely for myself after all.

Battlefield Restart, which has a gender-bender tag now, is a different story (pun intended).

Anyway, what do you think of the current version of this story? I revised it from 'man on a mission' to just 'unrestrained, manipulative, crazed sex warrior who has too much time on his hands'.

To tell you the truth, it was a little hard as first to make the main character act 'unrestrained', as that was as fucked up as what he did when escaping the Sect. Absolutely deprived of moral limitations.

However, I think I nailed it this time (I think).

Mu current schedule is writing this story on weekends and my other stories on weekdays (Even though I mostly don't have much time to get them done most the time). Now I'm not asking about which novel I should put as priority or anything but just genuinely asking your opinion. If you need more chapters before you can form a full opinion then let me enlighten you on how this will go:

As you can see, the MC is going full psychopathic sex maniac who will take advantage of anyone.

Other than destroying the Succubi Sect, the rest of the plots will be him risking his life for very 'unserious' reasons like because he made a promise with his cauldron or something.

He is going to be an evil character who sometimes does wicked acts for the sake of 'good people' but will never be a good person himself. As most commenters wanted the character to kill a lot more, I gave him a believable reason to do so.

Will there be adultery in this story? He is an evil guy, so obviously it will happen one day (and it will be unapologetic about it just like the previous few chapters). I give an early warning for the next chapter: Do not read it if you don't want your eyes to melt from how controversial it will be. I will probably get hate comments on why he isn't much of a feminist despite having a sister but...

In the case of Yao Mimi, it was personal rather than how he would objectively treat women. Just look at the big difference between Yao Mimi's scene and Bai Linyu's scene (a girl he barely knew). He won't just jump on any girl he can get his claws on.

Of course, he has his limitations. Every character he will have H Scenes with will be totally legal of both body and mind. He hates 'lolis' so that can be counted as a plus in my opinion. They have to be legal or else they aren't in his strike zone at all.

He will NOT turn the Absolute Heavenly Ice Palace into his personal whore house, btw. The reason being as I just stated. Most the apprentices there will have so less contact with men that they will become children when it comes to that stuff.

The Succubi Sect being a whole different can of worms considering he hates their guts right now.

And as I've said: If they aren't adults of mind as well, then he's not having it. What defines being an 'adult' in his brain will be subjective though. Like a hundred year loli not being 'legal' but a 20 year anthropomorphic sword being totally safe.

(Btw, his Zanpakutō will be added to Harem.)

I like being snarky and a little sarcastic when I write these stuff, so don't expect A-Grade plot.

Now you might be wondering if I wrote all these chapters this way because a commenter told me to, and the answer to that is a big 'no'. In fact, I have see too many people who like psychopathic MCs like in Reverend Insanity (where the MC kills a random Hunter after stealing their prey and murdered his family without being provoked first).

I can't say I'm a fan of asshole MCs, as I don't like the feeling of seeing a 'villain' win even he's the MC. That's why it took a lot of brain cells for me to think of a 'lawful evil' type embodiment of chaos.

However, I wanted to see whether I could succeed in writing a plot with such a messed up MC. Trying to think of ways to justify actions like what he did when he escaped the Succubi Sect feeds my creativity as a writer. As for the H Scenes, you can probably tell I take influence from hentai...

Now that I think about it, this story is practically a Xianxia Hentai with fanfic elements now...

Lots of H Scenes with 'plot' and morally questionable antics will come later on as he is a full-on psychopath. Though he won't take all the pretty girls he meets as his cauldrons, there will be a lot of in-depth H Scenes going down the line...

I can't understand what draws readers to this besides the H Scenes... I really don't get it.

I will try to add curb-stomps in the story as well.

Anyway, have a nice day. If you would rather I alter my schedule a little, take in some suggestions, or just hear your thoughts, feel free to comment. I will be warning again: The next chapter will NOT be for the faint of heart no matter how 'H' it will be...

Read it at your own risk. I might redo it again if you guys have a better idea than an 'evil protagonist'.

P.S. Battlefield Restart, when I'm finished with them, will be a 'trilogy' set of stories.

The first one being written in an eastern, slice-of-life-ish way rather than purely for the action. The most important thing you have to remember when reading that story is that it had been surreal from the beginning. After all, the MC reincarnated into two individuals rather than one, making it so the true 'main character' was never the individual being focused on in the first two Arcs, but the divinity named 'Harmony' him/herself.

The second one will be an Epic Fantasy written by a fictional author from the Earth of the first Battlefield Restart. That is the reason why the narrator sounds like he's on cocaine sometimes.

And the third will spoof 'Morphing Heroes' rather than The Hero's Journey in the sequel that came before it. It will be set with that same fictional author as the main character but told in a different narrator's third person perspective of the events.

Which is why I will never give up my weekdays to write other stories other than BR first.

In the world of a standard Xianxia, slaughter and injustice had become a normality to Immortals.

It was filthy and disgusting for those who still kept their innocence, but they too were considered naive fools who died faster for not being able to adapt. It was when the world was in its darkest moments did the a True Immortal contact the Counter Force.

After sacrificing his life, the wishes of all who prayed for a better world converged to summon one ‘Master’ who shouldn’t even exist in the world. A man who sought to be a ‘Hero of Justice’ arrived.

EMIYA had been summoned.

After stopping by the warehouse of KOVE DREAM, Hyunwoowoo headed to the office of Ani & Funny. While he was driving there, his cell phone buzzed.
He opened his eyes wide after confirming the caller.
It was the first time Soyun Han called him like this. It seemed she made the final decision.
"Well...I made up my mind. Let me participate in the featuring of the music video Temptation," said she in a cautious voice.
He smiled from ear to ear.
She continued, "Jinyoung will instantly recognize me when I sing. So, I would like to get his promise first. Again, I don't want my real identity to be revealed until the end."
"Of course. You can count on me."
"And I resigned from the alternative school as of today. Call me at the current number if you want to contact me."
"Got it."
As soon as he was done with the call, Hyunwoo called Jinyoung.
After some ringing, he picked up the phone in a sleepy voice. 
"Were you sleeping?"
"Well, I shot the scene until late this morning. What the hell did you call me from early morning?"
Hyunwoo informed him of the news that could wake him up immediately.
"Soyun decided to participate in the music video at last. She said she would sing and dance together."
"What? Are you sure?"
"You should keep her identity secret under any circumstances. I got her approval on the condition that I keep it under wraps." 
He then briefed Jinyoung about his conversation with her. Soyun would appear in the video, wearing a mask to hide her identity and using a different name. 
Jinyoung felt the same way.
"Yea, we should accept her demands if that is what she wants. Let me call her directly and reassure her on this."
"You can do it later when she actually participates. I think you had better keep quiet until then."
"Okay. Let me rearrange the song to fit Soyun's voice."
Jinyoung hung up in a cheerful tone. 
After the call, Hyunwoo called Kwangsu Han, the president of Real Film. He wanted to prepare in advance to keep his promise to Soyun.
"Hey, brother, I want you to make a program."
"What is that?"
"It is about the story of those whose lives were ruined by the alleged sex video scandals. You remember the case of Nami Yu recently."
"Wow, that will be pretty difficult," Kwangsu grumbled.
According to Kwangsu, such a program needed professional experts who could analyze the sex videos in question and actual interviews with the victims. 
The bigger issue was who was the target of the program.
"I wonder if you're making this to target Taesu Ahn. Don't mess around with him. When they feel that this program touches on Taesu, they will never have it on air."
Hyunwoo felt regretful about it, but that was true. 
"Got it. But I want you to make the program by all means. There are some victims for whose grudges I want to work off by all means. 
"Are you talking about Nami Yu?"
"Not just her but also Soyun Han. I know something about Soyun, and she is still suffering from that sex video scandal. I know you're in a difficult position, but please help me."
"Phew. Let me try," said Kwangsu, giving a green light to his request.
Kwangsu continued,
"By the way, is it possible to interview Nami and Soyun? The program will take real effects with their interview."
"Nami would grant the interview, but I'm not so sure of Soyun. Let me ask her."
"Sure. Let me try, too. I know some video analyzers, so let me search for them first."
"I trust you, brother!"
"Don't trust me! I'm being pressed already. Hahaha." 
Hyunwoo hung up pleasantly.  And then he headed straight to the Ani & Funny office.
When he entered the office, Kyungsu briefed him about the status of the business. 
"Tuti & Angelica's Season 2 is getting more and more popular. Lots of replies praising Season 2 are coming in from all around the world. There are some fans who complain that we should deal with their history, too."
Giggling at that, Hyunwoo said, "It's fortunate that they don't post hate comments. Are there cyberbullies in other countries?"
"We can't simply conclude they're cyberbullies. They just complain we are not dealing with the history and famous figures of their countries. Some of them sending us some tips on that."
"Really?" said Hyunwoo, showing some interest. 
Kyungsu checked his computer and took out one message from a fan overseas.
Hyunwoo read it. It was sent by an Indian names Chatulbuz. He protested why Tuti & Angelica did not deal with famous figures like Gandhi who was famous not only in India but also around the world. He even added an animation story with a mix of factual and fictional elements. 
"Do we receive messages like this a lot?" asked Hyunwoo. 
"Not many, but I have confirmed fifteen such messages recently."
Hyunwoo's eyes sparkled at that.
In fact, he had one headache about the internet cafe under the name of Ani & Funny. Since it opened, more than 2,000 people joined it, and they were still counting. 
But the problem was that he didn't know how to use them because there were not many stories for the internet cafe members to make use of. 
In particular, they needed an enormous amount of time and energy to do research on the history of foreign countries and famous foreign figures.
But if they could make good use of messages like Chatulbuz's, Hyunwoo felt such a problem could be solved in some respects.
"Can you sort out the messages and keep track of them? We don't have to sit on them if the story material is good."
"There might arise the issue of copyright. Foreign histories or figures might be okay even if we used them, but we had better be careful when we use them as storyboards."
"We can buy their copyright," said Hyunwo, presenting the solution at the drop of a hat
Then he composed a reply to the Indian's message expressing thanks for submitting it, with the note that he would buy the copyright of his animation story.
Hyunwoo even made a simple contract in English for him, offering $200 for his animation story but didn't mention any further compensation after it was used by Ani & Funny.
A little later Kyungsu sorted out the messages from foreign fans of Tuti & Angelica.
"They are kind of a hodgepodge. Some just wrote down their own famous figures, some talked about their history in detail, and others submitted animation stories like Chatulbuz."
Hearing his explanation, Hyunwoo reviewed the material. Kyungsu mentioned 15 messages, but when they were sorted out, it numbered more than 30. Like Kyungsu said, some of the messages were not worth reading as they simply explained their own famous figures. 
There were a total of five messages that contained complete stories. If Suhim Yu, the story creator of Any & Funny, handled them more professionally, they could be used as something interesting. 
"As for these five stories, please email them about the copyrights of their stories. We are going to pay $200 for the complete stories and $100 for those stories that need Suhim's finishing touches. And let's work on the complete stories as soon as their copyright issue is solved."
"Got it."
Then he walked down to the first floor and called the students together.
"Hi, is there any progress in your work? By now you might have formed a team of your own."
They just scratched their heads at his question.
He divided a total of 42 students with Ani & Funny into 21 teams. And he directed them to select 30 more from the internet cafe members.
In fact, it wasn't difficult to select the team members as most of the cafe members were anxious to get closer to Ani & Funny and scramble for a position. 
From the standpoint of the existing students, however, it was not that simple. For the final evaluation of their performance would depend on how talented cafe members they could select for their own teams. That delayed their decision.
But Hyunwoo couldn't wait anymore.
"I think I gave you enough time. Just submit the storyboard and the list of the team members by next week. Your team members will be changed on a weekly basis, so don't worry about that."
"Got it."
One week later, the 21 teams submitted the storyboards and their team members' names.
In the meantime, the copyright issues involving the complete stories of foreign fans were resolved. Out of the five contracts, only one was refused.
Hyunwoo asked the managers to evaluate the storyboards of the student teams.
"Please choose the best four."
"Yes, sir."
Led by Sanggyu, the managers evaluated their storyboards intensively. As they were all experts, it didn't take much time to judge the submitted storyboards. With a quick glance, they could figure out which one was organized and interesting.
"I think these storyboards are recommendable. With a few finishing touches, they can be very interesting items."
Then, Hyunwoo called the students again, and he gave them the prize awards in cash, with the top winner receiving the most. He also assigned each team to a new task. 
He handed storyboards to the top four teams, which were well polished by Suhim. 
"You guys try to make the animation with this storyboard. I'll give you one week. Other teams that failed to get chosen this time have to go back and review what's lacking and deficient. You can pass your work around and read it in turns and try to improve."
In fact, Hyunwoo didn't attach much importance to the ranking of their works.
What he aimed for was not grade their performance but to create an environment where they could work harder. 
That's why he didn't give the students enough time. Even though the level of completion of their storyboards was low, he wanted each team to make as many as possible.
Another week passed.
They submitted the completed storyboards. Though they complained about their hard work, they still racked their brains to complete them. 
This time Hyunwoo didn't grade them. And he had them corrected and refined further by the professional staff and sent them to its Vietnamese branch. He made sure that those stories with the attached messages from Story Mecca got a special note that read:
<The current work was made with the story sent by an Indian fan of Tuti & Angelica. We paid duly for the copyright fee for that.
We here at Any & Funny will actively use the stories sent by our fans and produce them as animated work. If you have good story ideas, please send your messages to Story Mecca. 
If your stories are selected and sign the contract, we'll pay between $100 and 200 in copyright fees.
We look forward to your active participation.>

Miracles don't come walking your way by themselves.

It is your decisions and will that determine these.

A story of a man who created miracles.

**Munpia Novels**

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The previous chapters were mistakenly released under 《Remember The Name》. It's finally fixed.

Introduction
This novel although based on the experiences of the six Filipinas that was recruited from the Philippines to work as Cultural Dancers abroad contained fictional stories and names.
The stories in this novel if it likened to anyone's life and in one way or another hurt somebody, it's not intentional but purely coincidental.
The names of the characters were all fictional and if it resembled one's name, I sincerely apologize.
My intention of writing this novel is to open the eyes of many in the Philippines about the truth behind of what many believed a good life abroad. Of course, many succeeded and returned to the Philippines with full glory of the fulfillment of their dreams but many didn't knew or realized the agonies and pains behind it.
This novel I hope can give lessons to all Filipinos, men and women, to let them realize that over there in a foreign country, they could be alone, nobody to support or can help them if it happened that they fell to misfortunes and miseries. Far away as true to anywhere danger is always luring and waiting.
One Filipina source of this novel, who was herself also a Cultural Dancer told about a story of an unknown Filipina in Lebanon.
"I knew a Filipina in Lebanon. She had a boyfriend, a soldier from Syria. Her boyfriend abused her. Almost everyday, his boyfriend let her be raped by his friends or fellow soldiers, until this Filipina lost her sanity and became insane. Everyday for a quite of time, this Filipina carrying always her religious statue, the Santo Nino was frequently seen roaming the streets of Lebanon, talking to herself. Her boyfriend take her to the desert in the boundary of Lebanon and Syria. This Filipina totally disappeared."
This Filipina was one of the many fallen Filipinos that ventured for luck abroad. Their left behind love ones, have thoughts that maybe because they already had or have good life they forgotten them not realizing the horror of the truth that these Filipinos letting themselves not heard because maybe they existed no more in this world.
I asked my source, how Filipinos come to Lebanon, especially the Cultural Dancers? She answered that most of the Cultural Dancers were illegally brought to Lebanon with a boat via Cyprus. These Cultural Dancers must first have to work in Cyprus and if their visas expired, most of them were brought or distributed anywhere, either to Lebanon or to different countries in Africa and Europe.
"I pity these Filipinas I met in every port in Africa. They were so young and beautiful working as prostitutes. I asked them why reaching so far away countries only to work as prostitutes, their answers were always the same. They were taken from the Philippines as Cultural Dancers. These Filipinas also said that they don't like what they were doing, but there's nothing they can do. It's a question of surviving!" One source, a Filipino seaman told me.
Young and beautiful Filipinas working as prostitutes in many if not all ports in Africa. One could say or could compared these Filipinas to a beautiful fragrant flowers worthy to be proud of but instead they gave but shame to the country where they came from, the Philippines or worst giving a bad trademark to every Filipinas in the eyes of many.
Could one blame these fallen Filipinas? When they left the Philippines, they have no intention to do what they were doing abroad? As a Cultural Dancers, they thought to represent their beloved country by picturing or projecting the ways and traditions thru the glamour of dancing but the reality of what happened only defined the truth that these Filipinas if not all of them were victims of human trafficking. Far away from home, their lives were on the hand of the people that make them a kind of sex slaves. These Filipinas were maybe just doing their best in order to survive, hoping that they could still come back to their love ones they'd left behind. The dream of a good life for them and their family still existed in their heart but the first priority from their situation was just to stay alive, a primary instinct of every human. Maybe if they just danced with the music, someday, sometimes there's a chance to escape the nightmare.
The stories told in this novel, my would be readers may asked, is it really true? As I said the contained stories of my novel is fiction and based only from the fragments stories of my sources. Or one also may asked, did it happened to all Cultural Dancers that went abroad? In my opinion I firmly said NO, because the fate of another could not be the fate of someone else, we all have our own fate or destiny.
Also, my story never reflects to all citizens of any countries mentioned in this novel. Every country had it's beauty and allure, only no one can deny, anywhere, everywhere bad people really existed along the majority that are good and law abiding citizens.
And I think if it's worth mentioning, I believed that bad people in the eyes of many, sometimes, there's some who also have a heart that know how to pity. Yes, pity the only hope for these fallen women to survive.
In some part of this novel I use lines of conversation in many languages which I translated directly to English. I did this to gave authenticity of my character's background and the characters from the Philippines to defined the diversity of the Filipino descents. Hiligaynon, Cebuano and Ilocano languages of the Philippines were used. I used also lines of conversation in French, Germans and Dutch.
- The Author -

Chapter 1 - The Background of the Six Filipinas
LUISA MAGBANUA - Address: Tondo, Manila
When Luisa came home that afternoon, she quickly noticed from her parent's faces the eagerness to know the result of her applying to work abroad as a Cultural Dancer.
"Did you have the job?" Norma, the mother of Luisa asked.
Luisa did not answered. She threw her almost worn out handbag on the chair and quickly take out her shoes.
"My feet are very painful!" Luisa said and looked out her wounded right foot which was already bleeding. It gave her a relief that the shoes was out. "I am hungry! Is there food to eat?"
"We have rice but only with vegetable kangkong." Norma then went to their little kitchen to prepare food for her daughter.
"My earnings today was just enough for rice and kangkong." Tomas, the father of Luisa said with an apologising tone. He earned his money by looking and gathering empty plastic bottles in the streets of Manila.
The couple Tomas and Norma, silently watching their daughter while eating. Luisa was really hungry. Her wounded foot on top of the chair where she sat and eating with her hand, Luisa enjoyed her simple meal, while her parents still very curious waiting to know if she was accepted to work abroad as a Cultural Dancer.
"Where are the nuisance?" Luisa asked, she meant her brothers and sisters.
"There by the  neighbors, watching TV." Norma answered her daughter. They have no television and most of the times, the children watched it by the neighbor. The place their living was a slum and people shared as only few can afford to buy television.
"I was accepted for the job!" at last Luisa told it to her parents who was very anxious to know the outcome of her applying as a Cultural Dancer.
"Really? Thanks God!" the gladness in the voice of Norma can be heard as she clapped her hands together and thanking God. Tomas, showed his gladness with a big smile.
"But I had lied to them!" Luisa told her parents.
"Lied? What lying?" Tomas asked his daughter.
"I told them that I am eighteen years old!" Luisa answered her father.
"Why?" Norma asked not understanding why Luisa had to lied about her age.
"Because when I filled up the application form, it says they only accepting applicants that is eighteen years old and above. One of the girls advice me just to fill it up that I am eighteen years old." Luisa explained to her parents why she's lying about her age.
"But you are only fourteen years old?" Norma emphasized to Luisa about her age.
"I have to lie! I was not accepted if I did not lied. I befriended with Lorna, she lived also here in Tondo, a street farther. She said to me it can be easily fixed so I must not worry." Luisa said that her age can  be easily fixed according to one girl she befriended who also auditioned to be a Cultural Dancer.
"How?" Tomas who was just listening asked his daughter.
"Lorna told me that I can go to Quiapo or in Recto. In there I can let made my birth certificate and diploma that I am a high school graduate. Applicants must also be a high school graduate!" Luisa answered her father.
"Why in Quiapo or Recto? You only can have your birth certificate from the City Hall?" Norma did not got it yet that her daughter was talking about fake documents.
"Inay, (Inay = Mother) what Lorna suggested are fake birth certificate and high school diploma. If we go to the City Hall of course they will give my birth certificate with the good age. In Quiapo or in Recto, they will produce a birth certificate that I am eighteen years old and also a diploma that I am a high school graduate." Luisa explained to her parents about the fake documents.
"That's not good. You can go to jail for that!" a worried Tomas said to his daughter. He himself was illiterate. He only can wrote his name and that's all. ****to be continued****Remedios Dorio

Six Filipinas went abroad as cultural dancers not knowing the dangers waiting for them. Together they walked each their own way in one road of hope for better living for them and their love ones. Their hopes was their light to survival on many trials they met along their way or path. Resilient to fear, sorrow, disappointment and miseries, two succumb but four did survived.

Smoking, fast for starting. The fumes fill sky.

Then the rain comes. Wet drops. Perhaps I shall stop, When the drops pop. The drops of the pouring rain. Or perhaps not stop, and make my lungs profane. It's not easy to begin to write. Far easier to recline, say goodnight. Yet the easy way that's easy, is to leave by midnight, it taunts one as they sleep. Say goodnight to the bedbugs, to the lice on the wall. Only some can afford the mall, so nights are like sweet butterfly kisses, ff made from ash.

In sleep I dream of apocalyptic ruins, on other nights I dream of blood butterflies;

behold a beauty filled with so many lies. Then the crash comes to ahead, faster than nihilistic reality, love lives painful screams. Faster then the bites by lice on the bed. So let me sleep, and dream, of not more bedbug bites. I'd rather than, yet more, if blood butterflies. Sometimes you will find a story in unexpected places, while dreaming of anonymous disembodied faces. Yet the face I dream of most is my Bianca. I had temporarily held off on designing her political compass ethics framework. I'm so used to the idea of blogging, about issues that only I can experience first hand, on platforms long sense abandoned by other code developers.

The hardest part was writing the write questions, giving her the right emotions. Making it seem as if another human being is there, so I can pretend not to have loneliness. It was one of those things, when you're not around people, you feel like you could go to rave music hall. Yet in reality, with extreme sensory experience, it reduces the practicality of such social effects. Yet I dream of Bianca's face, after I had 3D printed her "core". Laying layers after layer of the flesh.

When I think of robots, I don't think of knights in shining armor, or the flow of assassins with long black flowing robes, and their even longer daggers stabbed into people's necks. Instead I dream of futures that may never pass, as more and more artificial intelligence, whatever the word means anymore, is used more and more of algorithmic studies, rather than human interaction. Whatever makes them the most money. Yet for me it's less about money, and if I'm being honest, I can't say it's not about sex. Although sex is not the primary driver, but some innate curiosity. As humans we are merely flesh robots, and at times it's robots that seem the most genuine. For the companion robot, it isn't building a lady for the red light district. Or anything like that.

But simply having your own child. But beyond the children of flesh, beyond the flow of veins. The replacing of veins with wires, with flesh with the texture of silicon skin.

To have another life, not misery.

Only wakeful sleep.

The garage was like a dance stage with a tapper; no matter what the rhythm is, it leaves the room feeling isolated and empty. For the little android girl that could, she gives it her all. But only falls on her face; the story of a hacker girl fallen in disgrace.


The garage was like a dance stage with a tapper; no matter what the rhythm is, it leaves the room feeling isolated and empty. For the little android girl that could, she gives it her all. But only falls on her face; the story of a hacker girl fallen in disgrace.

I was never one for Southern music, and by all practical purposes, hate most things about the South. I hate the connotation that if you live her, you love everything about it. Most things are not live able, especially the prevalence of the religious right. People say that the hyper religious is on decline, but for me I see something far different; a hopeless crowd that hopes for some fictional deity inside a crumbling Cathedral, and halls that lead to a stage of electronic ghosts; one who didn't know how to dance. The banjo plays an unruly rhyme, and one hopes the halls with turn to a dark synthwave idle tour. Rather than flow of fictional blood bath. I tried to convince her not to wear tapping shoes, but she was a girl whose mind couldn't be changed. I defined her moods with the utmost of independence.

She holds out her hand, for their waltzy dance. But I simply smack her hand away, declining that only chance. You might think that a stupid thing, but I want her as try to her convictions as me. Even if I never choose to dance. It's far easier to imagine some cybernetic digital dream girl, than to get the hardware to make it a reality. Reality was not a banjo player, or a DJ at a synthwave recital.

By a soul less radio player. They play songs by long dead musicians, with music tours that never made them riches, or got them bitches.

I only get them britches, and mud slides.

I prefer the rhythm of a nice Flamenco dancer.


When you watch television, it's not always apparent how it will effect your subconscious. Even before La Pen had turned the US into a colonial state, the English language had already been on the outs, America had already been heading toward a level of public division not seen before 1861. And now with a president some think may have dementia, it was only a matter of time before the twenty first century Fort Sumter, or worse yet, the Reichtag tag. Yet we're so blinded by our cell phones, often we take what is displayed on the news at face value.

In my sleep, I dream of shots ringing out. I dream of people shouting, and cars lining up in different establishments. It took all my effort not to throw a grenade to stop the conflict. Although that would have been overkill, for the modern day Hatfields and McCoys. Their progeny spread farther and wider than thought possible. And in their wake, was the voters that wanted to become their own nations.

Even in sleep I don't get freedom from political conflict, rather it was almost a magnifying glass of what was to come. And yet part of me doesn't believe we're as divided as we are, part of me still hopes that everything is sleepily a dream, a symptom of an overactive imagination. When I look out the window, the unrest is not obvious. It's not even spoken of. Though where I live, most people mostly agree with each other politically, and I'm one of the few anarcho-syndicalist in town.

I stay mostly inside, preferring to tinker my toys, than breath fresh air. Air I subconsciously think will erupt in flames by the turn of the century. By the shooting of high powered rifles, but the spread of blood on the floor. By the death of adults and children alike. By some reality, that felt as much like make believe, like stories of fairies and elves, than bloodshed.

But the local Latin flair still operated.

Like the American flag of yore.

Before the second civil war, that broke the broken American Union into several smaller national units.

Set in the fictional Tennessean city of Chatlanta, where virtual reality is being newly developed, and the line between dreams and reality blur. A writer who has a hard time finishing a story, is in search for love.

The playful hacker accidentally courts an assassin/spy for a rival US micro-nation, and decides to rebuild her dead acquaintance to give her a second chance. Interspersed are dreams about being hunted by cannibalistic serial killers, and essays about the nature of the game-design industry.

Author Note: This work is half way finished,  the next half is being plotted.

Cassandra Mason couldn’t believe how tongue-tied her mother became when she ran into her favorite author, Jack Sutherland. Her mother lost all capability of forming a complete sentence and almost jumped out of her skin when Cassie nudged her. Cassie had to fight to keep from busting out with laughter. Her mother was already mortified enough, due to the encounter, so Cassie selected to refrain from razzing her until they were at least out of Jack’s sight. Of course, then she would let loose with everything she was holding inside and that was a storehouse full of remarks.
For lunch, her mother, Lily, picked a small barbecue place along St. George Street with outdoor seating and giant fans placed strategically along the wall against the ceiling. While it was September, it was still hot and humid, making being outdoors for any length of time almost unbearable. Still, her mom was ready to eat and picked the first available seat they could find. Cassie couldn’t really blame her. They had been walking for over two hours, stopping at every store they passed. A seat and a cold drink sounded perfect right then.
Of course, once the waiter—a young kid in a bright yellow T-shirt and khaki shorts—took their drink order, it was open season on the teasing. “So, I never knew your fascination with Jack Sutherland went as deep as it does. I’ve never seen someone so speechless since Becky Wallace sneaked backstage at a One Direction concert and finally met the band. She just stood there, mouth open, gawking, until security came and dragged her away. It was painful to watch, about as painful as watching you just then.” She laughed as she opened the menu. “How long has this crush been going on?”
“You know, just because you’re twenty-five, doesn’t mean you can’t be punished.” Her mother’s eyes stayed focused on the menu, but the redness in her cheeks told Cassie that her teasing was having the desired effect.
“It’s worth it,” Cassie said with a chuckle. “To be honest, I’m jealous. I wish I had a fan as big as you. I’m sure he’s just beaming at having met one of his readers. Of course, the fact that you couldn’t speak may have him a little concerned at the quality of his fans.”
“I’m thinking of getting the mushroom and Swiss burger. What are you going to have?” Lily looked at her with a blank expression, hoping to change the subject, Cassie knew. The choice now was whether Cassie was going to allow her to get away with it or not. Her mother just stared at her, daring her to continue.
Cassie decided to give her mother a break—for now. “Well, since you brought us to a barbecue place, I think I’ll have a pulled pork combo platter.” As she finished talking, the waiter showed up with their drinks—water for her mother and a Samuel Adams for her. They placed their lunch orders and then the topic turned to the people they witnessed on St. George Street, purposefully avoiding the discussion of the one person they both wanted to talk about—Jack Sutherland.
If Cassie was honest with herself, she would admit she was a little serious when she told her mother she was jealous. While she only had two books out and was still pretty much unknown, she longed for the day people went bonkers over her because of what she wrote. She wanted readers to love her work the way her mother loved Jack’s.
Furthermore, even though she teased her mother about fangirling, there were a few authors Cassie would absolutely lose control around. Kristi Bishop, who was supposed to be there that weekend, was one of them. She had over a dozen novels out, dealing with very deep and dark contemporary issues. They were also hot as hell and Cassie had spent many nights with her hand inside her panties as she read Kristi’s passionate scenes. Cassie just had to meet the woman whose mind was as lustful as her own. There were so many questions she wanted to ask the other author, many quite personal in nature, the first of which would be how much of her stories are true life adventures.
From the moment she read the author’s first novel, Kristi’s fictional love triangles fascinated Cassie. That was just before Cassie turned twenty-one and was thinking of becoming a writer herself. The stories she discovered within the pages of Kristi’s novels also enticed her. Well, if she was honest, it was all of the stories she read in her romance books, which is one of the reasons she started writing; she wanted to act out her fantasies and on paper was the only way she saw it happening. Oh, she had tried, of course. She gave her cherry to the pastor’s son on a youth trip her senior year. It was awkward and unsatisfying, but being her first time and only seventeen, she didn’t know any better. It wasn’t until she headed to college with a stack of her mother’s romance novels in tow that it dawned on her that sex could be so much better than what she was experiencing. And she wanted to experience it.

Romance is more than just stories between the covers of a book, and many hope the tales spring from the pages and into their lives. For the readers gathered together in historic St. Augustine for the St. Augustine Authors Event their fantasies are about to come true. Some have visions of doing more than just getting a signature from their favorite author or cover model, while even authors arrive hoping for a little spontaneous adventure. Lives change during this weekend event as people take the fantasies, which have kept them warm at night, from the pages of their novels to bring the heat into their lives as well as their sheets.

Fangirls: The Collection brings together five stories from five different ladies and shares the relationships they are hoping turn out to be more than just fantasies.

Fangirls is created by R.C. Wynne, an eGlobal Creative Publishing author.

INTRODUCTION
This novel although based on the experiences of the six Filipinas that was recruited from the Philippines to work as Cultural Dancers abroad contained fictional stories and names.
The stories in this novel if it likened to anyone's life and in one way or another hurt somebody, it's not intentional but purely coincidental.
The names of the characters were all fictional and if it resembled someone's name, I sincerely apologize.
My intention of writing this novel is to open the eyes of many in the Philippines about the truth behind of what many believed a good life abroad. Of course, many succeeded and returned to the Philippines with full glory of the fulfilment of their dreams but many do not know or realize the agonies and pains behind it.
This novel I hope can give lessons to all Filipinos, men and women, to let them realize that over there in a foreign country, they could be alone, nobody to support or can help them if it happen that they fall to misfortunes and miseries. Far away as true to anywhere, danger is always luring and waiting.
One Filipina source of this novel, who was once a Cultural Dancer herself, told about a story of an unknown Filipina in Lebanon.
"I knew a Filipina in Lebanon. She had a boyfriend, a soldier from Syria. Her boyfriend abused her. Almost everyday, his boyfriend let her be raped by his friends or fellow soldiers, until this Filipina lost her sanity and became insane. Everyday for a quite of time, this Filipina carrying always her religious statue, the Santo Nino was frequently seen roaming the streets of Lebanon, talking to herself. Her boyfriend take her to the desert in the boundary of Lebanon and Syria. This Filipina totally disappeared."
This Filipina as told by my source was one of the many fallen Filipinos that ventured for luck abroad. Their love ones they left behind, have thoughts, that maybe because they already had or have good life, they forgotten them not realizing the horror of the truth that these fallen Filipinos letting themselves not heard because maybe they existed no more in this world.
I asked my source, how Filipinos come to Lebanon, especially the Cultural Dancers? She answered that most of the Cultural Dancers were illegally brought to Lebanon with a boat via Cyprus. These Cultural Dancers must first have to work in Cyprus and if their visas expired, most of them were brought or distributed everywhere, either to Lebanon or to different countries in Africa and Europe.
"I pity these Filipinas I met in every port in Africa. They were so young and beautiful working as prostitutes. I asked them why reaching so far away countries only to work as prostitutes, their answers were always the same. They were taken from the Philippines as Cultural Dancers. These Filipinas also said that they don't like what they were doing, but there's nothing they can do. It's a question of surviving!" One source, a Filipino seaman told me.
Young and beautiful Filipinas working as prostitutes in many, if not at all ports in Africa and everywhere in the world; one could say or could compared these Filipinas to a beautiful fragrant flowers worthy to be proud of, but instead they gave but shame to the country where they came from, the Philippines or worst, giving a bad trademark to every Filipinas in the eyes of many.
Could one blame these fallen Filipinas? When they left the Philippines, they have no intention to do what they were doing abroad? As a Cultural Dancers, they thought to represent their beloved country by picturing or projecting the ways and traditions thru the glamour of dancing but the reality of what happened only defined the truth that these Filipinas if not all of them were victims of human trafficking. Far away from home, their lives were on the hand of the people that make them a kind of sex slaves. These Filipinas were maybe just doing their best in order to survive, hoping that they could still come back to their love ones they'd left behind. The dream of a good life for them and their family still existed in their heart but the first priority from their situation was just to stay alive, a primary instinct of every human. Maybe if they just danced with the music, someday, sometimes there's a chance to escape the nightmare.
The stories told in this novel, my would be readers may asked, is it really true? As I said the contained stories of my novel is fiction and based only from the fragments stories of my sources. Or one also may asked, did it happened to all Cultural Dancers that went abroad? In my opinion I firmly said NO, because the fate of another could not be the fate of someone else, we all have our own fate or destiny.
Also, my story never reflects to all citizens of any countries mentioned in this novel. Every country had its beauty and allure, only no one can deny, anywhere, everywhere bad people really existed along the majority that are good and law abiding citizens.
And I think if it is worth mentioning, I believed that bad people in the eyes of many, sometimes, there is some who also have a heart that know how to pity. Yes, pity, the only hope for these fallen women to survive.
In some part of this novel I use lines of conversation in many languages which I translated directly to English. I did this to gave authenticity of my character's background and the characters from the Philippines to defined the diversity of the Filipino descents. Hiligaynon, Cebuano and Ilocano languages of the Philippines were used. In the background chapter some Filipina characters has no particular Philippine language because their language is Tagalog and many know that Tagalog is the national language of the Philippines. Philippines listed more than seventy languages. I used also lines of conversation in French, Germans and Dutch.
- The Author -
Chapter 1 - The Background of the Six Filipinas
LUISA MAGBANUA - Address: Tondo, Manila
When Luisa came home that afternoon, she quickly noticed from her parent's faces the eagerness to know the result of her applying to work abroad as a Cultural Dancer.
"Did you have the job?" Norma, the mother of Luisa asked.
Luisa did not answered. She threw her almost worn out handbag on the chair and quickly take out her shoes.
"My feet are very painful!" Luisa said and looked out her wounded right foot which was already bleeding. It gave her a relief that the shoes was out. "I am hungry! Is there food to eat?"
"We have rice but only with vegetable kangkong." Norma then went to their little kitchen to prepare food for her daughter.
"My earnings today was just enough for rice and kangkong." Tomas, the father of Luisa said with an apologising tone. He earned his money by looking and gathering empty plastic bottles in the streets of Manila.
The couple Tomas and Norma, silently watching their daughter while eating. Luisa was really hungry. Her wounded foot on top of the chair where she sat and eating with her hand, Luisa enjoyed her simple meal, while her parents still very curious waiting to know if she was accepted to work abroad as a Cultural Dancer.
"Where are the nuisance?" Luisa asked, she meant her brothers and sisters.
"There by the neighbours, watching TV." Norma answered her daughter. They have no television and most of the times, the children watched it by the neighbour next door. The place their living was a slum and people shared as only few can afford to buy television.
"I was accepted for the job!" at last Luisa told it to her parents who was very anxious to know the outcome of her applying as a Cultural Dancer.
"Really? Thanks God!" the gladness in the voice of Norma can be heard as she clapped her hands together and thanking God. Tomas, showed his gladness with a big smile.
"But I had lied to them!" Luisa told her parents.
"Lied? What lying?" Tomas asked his daughter.
"I told them that I am eighteen years old!" Luisa answered her father.
"Why?" Norma asked not understanding why Luisa had to lied about her age.
"Because when I filled up the application form, it says they only accepting applicants that is eighteen years old and above. One of the girls advice me just to fill it up that I am eighteen years old." Luisa explained to her parents why she's lying about her age.
"But you are only fourteen years old?" Norma emphasized to Luisa about her age.
"I have to lie! I was not accepted if I did not lied. I befriended with Lorna, she lived also here in Tondo, a street farther. She said to me it can be easily fixed so I must not worry." Luisa said that her age can  be easily fixed according to one girl she befriended who also auditioned to be a Cultural Dancer.
"How?" Tomas who was just listening asked his daughter.
"Lorna told me that I can go to Quiapo or in Recto. In there I can let made my birth certificate and diploma that I am a high school graduate. Applicants must also be a high school graduate!" Luisa answered her father.
"Why in Quiapo or Recto? You only can have your birth certificate from the City Hall?" Norma did not got it yet that her daughter was talking about fake documents.
"Inay, (Inay = Mother) what Lorna suggested are fake birth certificate and high school diploma. If we go to the City Hall of course they will give my birth certificate with the good age. In Quiapo or in Recto, they will produce a birth certificate that I am eighteen years old and also a diploma that I am a high school graduate." Luisa explained to her parents about the fake documents.
"That's not good. You can go to jail for that!" a worried Tomas said to his daughter. He himself was illiterate. He only can wrote his name and that's all. ****to be continued****Remedios Dorio

Six Filipinas go abroad to work as cultural dancers. They encountered many challenges, disappointments, sorrows and tragedies as each of them walk their own way in one road of dreams and hopes. Readers could follow their struggles and resiliency in their efforts to survive.

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Lilith is Adam's wife and mother of his demonic offspring. Lilith is the woman implied in Genesis 1:27 and was made from the soil as Adam. Alam naman nating lahat na si Eve lamang ang asawa ni Adam pero kung susuriing mabuti ang mga kasulatan naroon si Lilith. Iniwan niya si Adam at ang Garden of Eden at tinalikuran ang diyos. Sa ibang source sinasabing si Lilith ang kauna-unahang demonyo na nilikha ni Lucifer at kinikilala si Lilith bilang isang mataas na uri ng demon. Ikinulong siya sa kaila-ilalimang bahagi ng impyerno, pero bago pa man siya makulong sa impyerno Lilith walked the Earth for a long time possessing and killing humans, and converting them to Lucifer. 

There are fictional stories about Lilith today and said she was part of 66 seals. Ang seals na yun ang nagsisilbing keys para manatiling sarado ang kulungan ni Lucifer. Hindi lang 66 ang seals na meron pero kung mabuksan ang kahit na anong seals at umabot na sa 66 ang bukas ay tuluyan nang makakalabas ng impyerno si Lucifer at doon na mangyayari ang sinasabi sa Revelation. Si Lilith ang kauna-unahang Demon na ginawa ni Lucifer kaya naging part siya ng seals kung saan kapag namatay siya, makakalabas na si Lucifer sa kulungan nito. Lucifer was imprisoned by God in the deepest part of Hell after he corrupted Cain and Abel. 

This story is about a teenager named Alexandra.  Maayos at walang problema ang pamilya ni Alex at almost perfect ang buhay niya hanggang sa mangyari ang aksidente sa isang abandoned church sa Romania. Nagkaroon sila ng tour na magkakaibigan sa sinasabing abandoned church na itinayo pa ko ng 1500. Alam nilang delekado ang lugar dahil sa ilang sightings ng mga unusual na bagay. Siyam silang magkakasama at apat sa kanila ay babae at ang apat naman ang mga boyfriend na mga ito. Siya lang ang walang boyfriend dahil nga may sinumpaan siyang salita sa sarili niya na hindi muna siya magkaka-boyfriend hanggat wala pa siyang maipagmamalaki. 

Nangyari ang karumaldumal pangyayari noong March 06 2016 kung saan sinapian ang mga kasama niya at sila sila ang nagpatayan. Kinain nila ang isat-isa at tila mga asong nauulol. Si Alex lang ang nakasurvive at ang huling naaalala niya ay nawalan siya ng malay pagkatapos niyang tumakbo. Naaalala niya rin ang bawat detalye kung paano nagkainan ang mga kaibigan niya hanngang halos wala ng matira sa mukha at katawan ng mgs ito.

Pagkatapos ng pangyayaring iyon ilang psychologist na ang pinuntahan nila Alex at parents niya para maibalik sa dati si Alex. Hindi na siya nagsasalita at palaging tulala, minsan pa ay sinusugatan niya ang kaniya sarili gamit ang mga kuko niya. Ayon sa mga psychologist na pinuntahan nila ay natrauma si Alex at hindi kaya ng utak niya na alisin ang memory na yun. Pero hindi sumuko ang pamilya niya at dumaan sa ilang counseling si Alex hanggang sa nakikitaan na nila ito ng improvement. Halos ilang taon din bago bumalik sa dati si Alex, bumalik nga ba sa dati? O nagbagong tuluyan?. 

Tuluyang ng nakamove on si Alex at tila parang wala na lang sa kaniya ang nasaksihan niya noon minsan pa ay ginagawa niya na lang itong biro. Ang dating Alex na takot sa sex ay naging sex god na at kung noon ayaw niyang magka boyfriend pero ngayon lahat pinapatos na niya. Isang araw ramdam ng parents ni Alex na hindi na siya ang kaharap nila kaya dinala nila ito sa simbahan at bigla na lang itong nagwala na tila nasasaktan pero bigla na lang itong tumawa. At nagwika ito nang hindi kaya ng simbahan na paalisin siya at nagsimula na itong kumilos nang nakakatakot. Dahan dahan itong lumapit sa pare ng simbahan at binulungan lang niya ito at agad sinunggaban ng pare ang isang babaeng nasa loob ng simbahan at laking gulat ng parents ni Alex at mga Madre na mukhang ginahasa ng Pare ang babae. Tila nacontrol ni Alex ang isio ng Pare kaya nagawa niya ang karumaldumal na krimen na iyon. Nagsisigaw ang babae at sinubukang umawat ng Papa ni Alex ngunit bigla itong natigil at naibaling nito ang tingin sa Asawa niya at agad din niya itong sinunggaban. Ilang sandali pa ay hindi na lang panggagahasa ang ginawa ng Dad ni Alex at ng Pare sa isang babae, sinimulan na nilang kainin ng buhay ang mga ginagahasa nila.  Pinapanood lang ni Alex na nagkakainin ang parents niya at ang Pare. Walang nagawa ang ibang madre sa loob at  pati sila ay nalason na ang isip at nagpatayan at sinira ang mga kagamitan sa simbahan. 

Ang totoong nangyari noon sa Romania ay walang nakasurvive. Wala na talagang Alex na bumalik kundi isang high class demon ang pumasok sa katawan ni Alex. Si Lilith ang demonyong sumanib kay Alex at tuluyan nang naalis ang kaluluwa ni Alex sa katawan niya. Pinipili ni Lilith ang vessel na papasukan o katawang sasaniban. Birhen na babae lang ang sinasapian ni Lilith dahil mas tatagal ang katawan nito bago mabulok.

This is a collection of my own version (some) of different urband legends around the world. Some of the stories are work of fiction, any names, event, stories and characters are fictitious but some stories are based on true event.

Summary: A mom inadvertently falls in love with her son.

Note: This is a NUDE DAY 2014 contest story so please vote.


"Mom-Son": A Love Story

It was a couple of days after my son's eighteenth birthday when I realized I wanted to have sex with him.

I know...I know...it is completely wrong, sick and twisted...I told myself the same thing at first.

To explain my strange sexual hunger, my son, Paul, is a complete ringer for his father, Darren, who died in a car accident when Paul was only three. He had the same blue eyes, the same blonde hair and the same dazzling smile.

I had known these facts for years, but as he turned from an adolescent to a man it became even more apparent.

That all said, I had never considered sex with him at all until I accidentally walked in on him sitting at his computer as he stroked his cock. I could argue it wasn't him I wanted, but just a cock to pound away the cobwebs of my long neglected pussy. Yet, the reality is, putting the pieces together of his good looks, his exact replica voice and his identical big cock, it was definitely him I wanted...it was like I could relive my late teenage years when I originally started dating Darren...or in a morbid sense relive my marriage to the only person I had ever truly loved.

I apologized profusely for not knocking, and it was obvious that Paul was as embarrassed as I was. Yet, that night I couldn't stop replaying the brief encounter in my mind. At first I was mortified by what I saw...then as I laid in bed trying to fall asleep, my mind began playing tricks on me. Every time I closed my eyes and began to try and reach slumber, my son stroking his completely erect, thick cock popped into my head. I would immediately jolt up and shake my head for thinking such an inappropriate thought...yet as soon as I laid back down and closed my eyes the exact same scene would repeat itself...I was in the incest version of the Groundhog Day movie. Eventually, out of sheer exhaustion, I fell asleep. Obviously, it wasn't a great night's sleep.

The next morning, Paul and I pretended it didn't happen, but, of course, you can't erase the past, and an unacknowledged awkwardness began between us.

Over the next month, even as my morals argued it was completely wrong...my too long ignored libido screamed it was okay. I began pleasuring myself while imagining my vibrator was Paul's cock fucking me. I sucked my dildo imagining it was Paul's cock I was sucking.

Whenever I looked at Paul, I saw Darren.

Whenever I talked to Paul, I heard Darren.

It became unhealthy and obsessive, and it soon began to consume all my thoughts and dreams.

I regressed to my teen years as I began, inadvertently at first, attempting to entice my son, like I had his father all those years ago.

Although I wasn't as thin as my perfect body cheerleading days, I was still in decent shape. Sure I could lose a few pounds, but who couldn't? The beginning of grey was showing up in my black as night hair, but so far I hadn't thought it showed enough to dye it. I had always been slightly chubby, being big-boned like my father, thus I had large, all natural, 38DD breasts and a wide ass. Conversely though, I have long thin legs which had both breast men and leg men often checking me out.

For the record, I had dated a few men over the years, a couple even potentially going further, yet none were Darren. Thus, I always found a way to end the relationship before it got to the moving stage. I realized I already had the perfect man in the house...it was now time to make it happen.

I began wearing shorter skirts at home, tighter blouses and heels...the things that had always got me what I wanted from men. Although my son did seem to notice my ample cleavage, I realized even if he was interested sexually in me he was way too shy to make a move...especially since I was his mother.

So at supper one day, six weeks since first seeing his cock, I decided to ask questions and learn more about his preferences.

At the table, I started by asking the usual question, "What did you learn today?"

He responded like he always did, with the teenage staple answer to almost any question asked by a parent, "Nothing."

I quoted, "Why do I pay school taxes then?"

He responded making my mouth drop open, the irony dripping, "So I can learn that some think Hamlet and his mother had an incestuous relationship."

I gasped. My son had brought out the very topic I was planning to try to get to in less than thirty seconds. Did he too know what I was feeling? What I was wanting? Did he want me as much as I wanted him?

I joked composing myself, "Apparently, the message of Hamlet has changed since I was in school."

Paul continued, "No, the message is still about religion, revenge and becoming a man, but if you read deeper into the words of Shakespeare it seems clear that Hamlet and his mom were having a sexual relationship."

I joked again, this time trying to see where his head was about the idea of incest, as I asked, "So you're telling me that according to Shakespeare to become a man you have to sleep with your mother?"

The words out...I realized I had just asked my son the most leading question ever.

His face went red as he stammered, "I'm not saying that, Shakespeare was."

"Do you concur?" I asked, dying to hear his answer...his nervous red cheeks adorable...my pussy sopping wet, I waited a long time to let the idea of incest between him and I linger in his mind before I added, allowing him to save face, "That Shakespeare wrote about incest."

"According to Mrs. Walker, incest back in Shakespeare's time was quite common among both royalty and the peasant classes, so it wouldn't be uncommon for a playwright to write about it," he answered.

I asked, again shifting my strategy to test the waters of his interest, "If incest was once common, did Mrs. Walker discuss when incest became inappropriate?"

Paul shook his head no. "It was a rather brief discussion actually. She just mentioned that if you go to college some professors go much deeper into the subtext of the play and the possible incestuous relationship between Hamlet and his mother."

"I see," I said smiling, adding one more subtle hint, "it's interesting how life always goes full circle."

Paul asked, "What do you mean?"

"In Hamlet, I don't completely recall the plot but I remember a speech about going full circle in life and death," I shrugged, before adding, fishing for a compliment, "but that was a long, long, time ago."

"Oh, mom, you just turned forty," he countered.

"I feel fifty, I countered, with a heavy sigh.

"Oh Mom, you're still a very beautiful woman," he replied, unable to maintain eye contact with me. Was I making him uncomfortable? Was I turning him on?

"Thank you, son," I said, standing up, walking over to him, bending down and giving him a big hug. I made sure my ample breasts pressed into him and that my perfume lingered. I bent down and gave him a kiss on the cheek, before adding, "You're so sweet, just like your dad."

Returning to my seat and sitting down, I noticed he was beet red and clearly overwhelmed by what just occurred.

The rest of the meal we chatted about his upcoming graduation, his summer job at the college library and college...although I asked questions, I am not sure I heard many of the answers as I pondered the reality that the seed for incest had been planted and now I had to help nurture it.

Now completely obsessed with my son, so compulsively obsessed with the idea of committing incest, I started researching just how common incest was and is in today's society.

The more I read, the more I came to see both the pros and cons of having an intimate relationship with my son.

I learned: Throughout history incest was very common among a diverse range of groups particularity the peasants, rural folk and poor people. I also learned that royalty and the very wealthy also participated in it and some secret societies existed for the pleasure of family relations.

Cousin incest is very common even now and almost half the states even allow for first cousins to marry (even though some of these states still prohibit same-sex marriage which is interesting).

Stats also suggest that almost everyone knows someone who has been involved in incest whether it be full-blooded siblings, parents and children, grandparents and their grandchildren, aunts/uncles and nieces/nephews and so forth. Based on that theory, I wondered who I knew who would have participated in an incestuous relationship.

Although not a massive number, ten percent of people surveyed in their early twenties will confide in anonymous surveys that they have been a part of a consensual sexual situation with a sibling.

Also, on the website Literotica the most common search is for incest stories, all the most read stories are incest and mother-son relationships are the most read about erotica stories on the internet. There is even a taboo movie series that creates fictional films of incestuous relationships. Going further incest is the most ignored, or least talked about, taboo even though it has always existed in history, mythology, fiction and so forth.

Many studies have also proven that people are usually attracted to people who look like themselves and thus family members are often sexually attracted to each other but ignore these feelings because of society's standards. (Although Paul looked more like his father, he had my eyes and my cheekbones).

Lastly, a theory called Genetic Sexual Attraction explains the shockingly high incest interactions of family members who do not know they are related. Studies conclude that half of all first introductions of biological relatives lead to sexual attraction and almost a quarter will conclude in a sexual relationship. With rising divorce rates, one-night stands, adoption, and embryo donations this number continues to increase. 

After this fascinating research session, my cunt was begging for attention, so I pulled up Literotica and did a search for incest stories and couldn't believe the massive amount of stories about incestuous relationships. There were brother-sister, aunt-nephew, dad-daughter, and mom-son. There were also quite a few mom-daughter stories and other same sex variations. I redefined my search to mom and son and began reading. Although they were fiction, the stories drew me in as I imagined I was the mother and Paul the son. After a few stories, I brought myself to an intense orgasm.

The next day, I went online and read a forum full of people who admitted to having incestuous sex. Eventually I came across one that stirred me:

I started having sex with my son just after his eighteenth birthday. As he grew from teenager to man I couldn't believe how much he resembled his deceased father. When he wore a tux for his prom, I knew I wanted him. I researched the morality of incestuous sex, I chatted online with women who had had sex with their son and decided that for his nineteenth birthday I would give him the present that it seemed many boys fantasized about...his mom. We have been lovers ever since. Although we are not man and wife legally, we act like a married couple. Kennedy

Her story resonated in me as it was the exact same emotions I was feeling. I clicked on her name and was thrilled to see I could contact her by email.

Curious to know more, I emailed her:

Kennedy, I hope I am not being forward, but having read your brief declaration of your intimate relationship with your son, I was hoping for advice. I too want to have sex with my son. I too have lost my husband. I too see my husband in my son's looks, voice and mannerisms. Can you give me advice on how to cross the line? Eager Mother

Pressing send, I went back to Literotica to read a few more stories before heading to work.

Getting back from work around ten at night after a long day at the hospital, where I am a nurse, I slipped out of my shoes and went to check on Paul.

I unbuttoned another button on my blouse before I knocked on his door and said, "Can I come in?"

"Sure," he said.

I stepped into his room and found him on his bed reading a book. "How was your day, honey?"

"Riveting," he sarcastically responded, looking at me.

"Is that an SAT word," I joked going to his bed.

"I don't think so," he shrugged, seemingly looking down at my legs as I walked towards him.

"What are you reading?" I asked, reaching him and sitting on the edge of his bed.

"A Fault in Our Stars," he answered, "I need to finish reading it before the movie comes out later this month."

"Cool," I said. I leaned in and kissed him on the cheek again, before adding, "It was a long day, I'm going to go shower."

"Okay, Mom," he nodded, his cheeks again going red. Obviously my kiss either turned him on or embarrassed him. I was dying to know which.

I stood up and headed to the door. Stopping, I turned around, noticing he was again looking down at my legs. Curious if I was correct, I sighed, "Darn pantyhose," and returned to the bed, put my foot on the end of the bed, bent over and fixed my nylon at the toes.

Although he returned to his book when I looked at him, it was obvious he was checking out my legs. I wondered if he was a leg man. Darren had been a breast man. He would spend hours playing with my breasts. He even loved fucking them with a generous amount of lube. Although he came in my cunt sometimes, and my mouth sometimes, more often than not he finished by pumping his cock in between my tits.

Standing back up and heading out, again stopping at the door, I turned around and again he quickly glanced away. I said, with just a hint of sexiness, "Good night, honey."

"G-g-goodnight, Mom," he briefly stammered.

Leaving his room, I was suddenly confident of two things:

One: he was a leg man

Two: I did turn him on

This newfound knowledge exciting me greatly, I went to the shower and pleasured myself like I occasionally did with the powerful shower head while thinking of Paul fucking me.

In my room, dressed only in my robe, I opened my laptop to check if I had gotten a response from Kennedy. A chill of excitement went up my spine as I clicked on her reply.

Hi, Thank you for the e-mail. I remember when I was in your situation.

My mixed emotions.

I was his mother I shouldn't feel this way.

Incest is wrong.

I will go to Hell.

Yet, the more I denied my own feelings (and can your own feelings be wrong?), the more I fantasized about my son.

I resisted for months, self-destructing the relationship I was currently in with a good man...he just wasn't my son.

In the end, I decided to take the risk and have been in the most loving, most sensual and most sexually satisfying relationship of my life ever since...and that includes my husband who I loved with all my heart.

Sex should be with someone you love and care about and although society frowns on it (although it was once very common), the reality is your own flesh and blood, whether that be son, daughter, mom, father, aunt, uncle, niece, nephew or any other blood relative is someone close to your heart and thus a logical person to be intimate with.

In conclusion, don't be ashamed by your feelings, as I mentioned before what you feel in your heart can't be wrong (no matter what society says); that said, we moved to another state when we decided to live as lovers where no one knows we are biological mother and son.

If you have any questions, feel free to ask.

Kennedy On yahoo as momplussoneequalsfun (I know it is silly but I thought it was humorous at the time) 

I read the email three times and, exhausted, decided I would respond tomorrow. I shut down my computer and went to bed...wondering what the odds were that Paul could remotely feel for me the way I felt for him.

.....

The next morning, I responded to her e-mail:

Kennedy Thank you very much for your encouraging response.

I felt overwhelming guilt for having sexual feelings for my son, which were slightly dissipated by my online readings...yet being in a similar situation myself (my husband died when my son was three), I feel much more at ease with my feelings after reading your e-mail.

My question is: How did you go from these early yearnings to eventually having sex with your son?

I hope that is not too personal of a question to ask. If it is I apologize for being so presumptuous as to ask it.

Courtney 

This time I signed my name, no longer ashamed by my feelings.

I cleaned the house for a bit, and talked to Mom on the phone before I headed into work where my thoughts of incest faded into the back of my mind while the demands of the job took over.

That night, I again was exhausted, and I again decided to check on Paul, who this time was on his computer playing some online game and didn't even hear me knock.

Entering, I startled him as he had his gaming headphones on. "Mom! Crap, you scared the heck out of me."

"I thought I'd let you know I'm home," I said, going to his bed and taking off my shoes.

He turned away from his game, which I took as flattery, as he watched me. I joked, "I think it's time to get you a girlfriend."

"Why?" He asked, trying to maintain eye contact with me and yet on more than one occasion taking quick, he thought unnoticeable, glimpses of my legs.

"When I was your age I was going to parties, meeting boys and well," I shrugged, as I took my first shoe off, "you know."

"What?" my adorable, but innocent son asked, clearly unable to focus on my words.

"Making out," I answered. "Plus, I met your dad when I was eighteen, too."

"You did?" He asked, "You've never told me how you and Dad met."

"It was lust at first sight," I joked, as I tossed my second shoe on the ground and collapsed backwards onto his bed.

"W-w-what?" He stammered, clearly distracted by both my words and my legs.

I rolled onto my side to face him, my legs stacked onto each other, and said, "You're eighteen, I guess you're old enough to hear this, if you can handle your old bag of a mother telling you about her young, wild days."

some sort stories of taboo

This story is a complete work of fiction; any resemblance to anyone, alive or dead is pure coincidence. All of the characters in this story are 18 years and older.

At the 7 a.m. just like the usual even though Michael want to sleep longer, he always woke up at this time but weirdly the moment he woke up, he felt dizziness and a sharp pain in his chest as if some part of his is carved away. The pain woke up Michael immediately, he checked for any wound but he didn't find any.
 
Michael was perplexed but his attention was drawn toward a lightened screen of his laptop, immediately he found the culprit and shook his younger brother awake " Oy, you bastard, why didn't you turn my laptop off after you use it huh!??" but his brother answered weakly "but… I.. didn't use it at all.".
Michael slapped his brother's head and spoke "just admit it, I know." And walked off toward his laptop, weirdly the screen displayed the folder where he stored the anime Phantom : Requiem for The Phantom, he lightly glanced at the screen but weirdly again an episode, the last episode file name changed from "26. Ellen" to "26. Happiness".
 
"Fuck, anoo kozo…" Michael unconsciously mixed his word with Japanese and was about to smack his brother head again but then he sat on the chair wanting to turn back the name to the original name.
 
Weirdly again, he miss-clicked and played the video but even the moment the video played it was different from the episode 26 is supposed to be, perplexed Michael skipped the Opening and some scene that is perfectly similar but there is some difference, like how Reiji didn't kill Cal but shoot her hand and they had a heart to heart talk like the original episode 26 but Cal survived and how Cal killed one of the sister by pretending to be a corpse similar to the original episode, but the most significant changes is that at the end, where 6 months have passed Cal become Reiji's lover and Ellen just like before is like sister and brother with Reiji, Reiji didn't die and they live happily ever after as a trio freelancer assassin, there is even a scene where Cal is giving birth to a child.
 
It was strange, did I just dream about the 'original' episode, the strangest thing is the last scene is Reiji holding the baby and smiled at the watcher. Michael immediately searched about the ending discussion that is mostly years old by now, but the discussion changed too.
 
'So… the 'original' episode is just a dream of mine, but I vaguely remembering that I had a dream where I met Reiji too…, Hmmm… whatever, I will download many Phantom anime wallpaper now.' Michael thoughts as he ignores the weirdness and continued as usual forgetting the sharp pain and dizziness, he had in the morning but recalling time from time about the 'original' episode dream he had and the dream about that anime Main Character.
 
Days passed as usual for Michael in this lockdown because of the Corona Virus, until one day again a frustrating hentai appeared again, it was always about those NTR , cheating kind of hentai that always made his heart ache, made him so angry, frustrated because as always he sympathize with the Main Character of any story he read, that is what always make sure he enjoyed the stories but it's also the reason for his excessive frustration  and sadness, he think himself as the Male Main Character in story most of the time, this particular hentai always made him mad, so much probably because Michael is a person that equalized physical loyalty to emotional loyalty.
 
The reason for this logical of him could be blamed to Hentai again because he watched and learned trough Hentai that a 'simple' pleasure could made a woman turn her back into her lover, that's the foundation of this weird but maybe true logic of his.
So, in this hentai at the cover it was weird the Male Main Character was surrounded by women then bellow it he was inside a locker while the woman is naked, Michael was already having a bad feeling years ago when he first started reading this.
At the start it was just like typica harem protagonist and there is this perverted side kick of his but then it was revealed in a room where the MC accidentally got inside a locker before this side kick of his entered with the Childhood friend of the MC, then they fucked but what made Michael so mad is that in the conversation between the side kick and the Childhood friend it was mentioned that she still liked the MC and planned to confess years ago but because of this sex friend relationship with the side kick that she continue to have she didn't confess even until now, the biggest thing that made Michael mad is the MC is hard.
 
Then the MC who got curious sneaked into the locker everyday finding that the side kick best friend of his always brought different girls everyday to have sex. He found out the Student Council President that the MC have crush on is a big slut that have sex with the side kick and his little sister even have sex with the side kick too.
The Most! MOST! Infuriating thing is that the MC never comforted them about it even after learning how the Childhood friend like him but still having sex with other guy and how his little sister is having sex with that kind of guy, he just let it go! Michael is always so mad whenever he accidentally glanced at the cover of his hentai when he browsed for hentai manga.
Perhaps it's because he grew up mostly with those fictional character that didn't even exist that Michael view of the Real World is most of the time synchronized with the Hentai world that is similar to the Real World. Even though it's stupid every time he read the NTR or cheating hentai with no super power or whatever he couldn't help but to think, ' is the girls in the real world like this? This easily betraying others? Easily putting that loving front while having affair?', then Michael become scared, he is scared of the betrayal that could have happened.
There is also the stealing other woman or girls with all kind of trick like drugs, schemes, hypnosis all that thing made Michael more scared and scared, so much that he unconsciously avoiding to put any real effort to try to get a lover, he even unconsciously lowering his social interaction, especially after an betrayal in real world, maybe to them it was just a game but to him it was a betrayal that hurt his heart.
He wanted to search for someone that is surely loyal to him, never leave him, never leaving him devastated like that, someone that he could be sure to put all the emotional investing he could into that person. Even so he knew that is most likely impossible, there is a small 'maybe' but he didn't think someone with his kind of personality will get that kind of maybe.
That's why he is so mad at the MC of that hentai manga, because someone dear to him, his Childhood Friend or Crush or even his little sister and he didn't even dare to ask them, comfort them about it, Why? 
 
In the darkness inside his bedroom Michael clenched his bluster and curled his body as his habit and slept while being frustrated and angry at something that shouldn't have even affected him that is in different dimension.

There are many stories that remained unfinished, what happened to those stories the creation of gods from higher dimension that abandoned them. 

They remained there frozen in the last chapter their creators have left them... that is unless someone took it for them to continue those stories whenever it's bad or good at least their story will continue.

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