Massage Stories

Killian is a wizard with an ancient past that he is not very much aware of at first with the help of someone from his past. His husband, Darius a wizard like him, is his life partner and best friend. Explore the captivating series of romance, fantasy, drama and even elements of horror and thriller moments with main characters Killian, Aeros and Darius as they help restore Eaos to its former glory.

The perpetrator, Stanley Wang, worked in the arts industry, primarily as a drag queen. Women dressed as various men would lip-sync and dance to entertain the audience. The incident occurred in Geylang in 1980. The women dressed as men were between 13 and 18 years old. Wang trained them using harsh methods, including physical abuse and physical punishment. If a performance failed, the women would suffer sexual abuse at his hands.

In the bruised-purple bedroom, Harold (72) and Elena (54) kneel, rope-burned and paddle-marked. Braids, collar, sippy cup, duck blanket, Goodnight Moon surround them. “I’m only lovable when little,” she sobs. “When Daddy,” he chokes. Pull-ups, journal confessions: I’ll die mid-story. They make love—tears, Daddy, Harold braided. Aftercare: salve, shared sips, blanket-cape. Miso purrs. Tomorrow: burnt toast, crayons, rituals. They stay—leaky, creaky, little, big—choosing each other daily.

With magic gone from the multiverse and everything back to normal, Jackie Lynn Thomas still can't forget about Marco Diaz. She decides to seduce Star and turn her to the lesbian side.

From the Crazy in Carson saga
Be warned, this one is very sad. It's the story of my relationship with my fiance, Lisa Brambles. Every moment I got with her is a precious memory of mine that I wouldn't trade for anything.

The rain wasn’t the first thing to touch her skin that night. And the storm wasn’t the only thing breaking in. Meera opened the door wearing more heat than clothes. Two strangers stood there—soaked, silent, and staring like they knew things she hadn’t confessed even to herself. One watched. The other wanted. And both stepped in like they belonged. What followed wasn’t loud. It was quiet. Intentional. Drenched in something darker than lust. A strap slipped. A gaze lingered. A breath caught. A