"... You don't look like you're praying," Hanschen murmured to the girl in the picture. He held onto it tightly with one hand as he slowly slid the other up his bare thigh and under his white nightgown. It wasn't often he was able to get away like this, surprisingly. He was always at school or church or otherwise keeping up appearances of being the ( Read more... )

Hanschen was rather irritated. His bruises and cuts from that...altercation with Johnny were almost healed, but his anger remained, seething underneath his perfectly polished, gentlemanly exterior. He stood near the gates, waiting (and hoping, yes) for any new arrivals, sneering a little at the cold.

She was running in the fields of Lyonesse, happy and carefree.  She got a bit carried away, picking flowers and singing a lai to herself, readying for this visit.

Her father awaited her return - an important visitor was coming, King Arthur Pendragon, and he certainly hoped she would ensnare him with her innocent ways and alluring figure.   Her duty ( Read more... )

Hanschen was currently on the prowl for new objects of lust, having gotten over Helena--somewhat. He could be found wandering around the gates, waiting for a new victim arrival.

He comes walking, or rather prowling, his leather jacket and its black star proudly on his square shoulders.  It's not day time. Though he is a mere human, the Black Stars' leader never walks in the daylight with his gang uniform on.

He's fiddling on the gate, and he gets in easily - he hasn't quite realized that he no longer in what they call the ( Read more... )

It was a lovely day in early spring, and Hanschen was enjoying his walk home from school. He had planned a rendezvous with Ernst this afternoon, and was rather looking forward to it. Ernst, although sentimental, was surprisingly adept in lovemaking, and Hanschen was eager to indulge in more illicit affairs. He causally kicked a pebble as he ( Read more... )