Related Tags
  • Why join SoulCast?

  • Blog without constraints for FREE

    Joining SoulCast is free. You get to blog anonymously--uncensored and without constraints. Write about your life and receive real feedback from people who get you. Learn more...
  • Get PAID to blog

    Still using MySpace, LiveJournal or Xanga? If you're going to blog, why not get paid? When you sign up, you can make money through ads on your blog that generate revenue every time a reader clicks on an ad. It's free and easy! Learn more...
  • Read extraordinary blogs

    Sign up and read about the stuff you can't find on other blogging sites. Read blogs about sex, politics, gossip, scandals and more that are unfiltered and uncensored. Learn more...
  • Create your FREE blog now

Tag: tpsg

Today | This Week | This Month | All
The Winterbourne house was a place of gently threadbare carpets on cherrywood floors, and deep cushy sofas covered with tapestry pillows, and Colonial sideboards piled with old pewter, and ivy in terracotta pots drifting across dusty window ledges......
Throbbing Pagan Sex God (The Winterbourne Chronicles) is my blog-novel-in-progress about 17-year-old Quin's attempts to become a god. After all, anyone can study to be something mundane. It takes special talent to apotheosize....
"I've decided to become a throbbing pagan sex god."
"What for?"
"Divinity. I miss it in my life."
"The usual way to get divinity into one's life is to worship a god, not become one."
"But that's so /done/."...
Quin faces the potential medical consequences of becoming a sex god....
"How's the throbbing pagan sex-godding going?" Ariel asked.
"They make it all so bloody complicated! Why can't it be simple?" Quin picked at the apple's skin. "It's sex. Best urge there is. Here I am, do me now for I am divine, yar yar hump hump. Bu...
The next morning, over a hillock of French toast, Quin said, "I don't think I want to be a throbbing /pagan/ sex god, per se."...
The Raven's Spiral was a confection of black gingerbread, like a wedding cake for the dead. Signs along the sides hinted at dark arts performed inside, and the doorway was hidden in a niche so deep that it was velvety black, and the doorknob was shaped......