Fourteen-year-old Stephan swims like a fish and looks like a Michelangelo statue as he plays in the sea off the Lido di Venezia beach in Venice in 1924. As he stretches and dries off on the sand, he is ogled by expatriate American banker Jeremy Biddle, German doctor Reinhard Gleason, English patrician Sir Clarence Hailley, and French priest Father Franz. Each of the men aches in want for the boy and each of them has him--but at a price.
This little Space Opera is a mashup of John Normanesque sociology, Stargate, and "Ancient Aliens" This is my first SciFi story, so there may be some rough edges or non-standard to the genre themes. I never know how to rate the amount of sex. I'm listing this as "Some Sex" but I think it is closer to "Some Sex, on the way to "Much Sex."
A The Badsammie Chronicles Story An account of my fun on June 24, 2022 with Jack and Tony. I was in a dark mood and my need for pain was very well fed.
Cassie has been cursed. However, she thinks she's found a way out. Will seizing on a technicality nullify its most restrictive aspects and allow her to enjoy sex the way SHE likes it? And, if so, must she first take advantage of those around her?