Content Warning: Domestic Abuse Chapter 20 -- Fragments Bright red spots on a field of old linoleum. I continue digging with tweezers, the tips falling to get a hold on the tiny sliver. Stainless steel scrapes on jagged glass. More blood drips off my heel. No matter how many times I clean them up, fragments remain. I'll be walking on broken glass...
Today is my 3rd day at home after breaking my arm. I can't really do all that much (ie can't go for a walk, can't sit in the hot tub and I'm in a little too much pain to go for a drive although by the weekend I should be right there). I have been doing a lot of work - new movies and models on 'my site' but that work only gets me horny and I want some real s...
Please feel free to comment if you feel that there's something missing, or if you like it. One more chapter to go after this - told ya I'd keep writing! ;) Disclaimer: Suspension of disbelief is recommended. This story is copyrighted and you are not allowed to copy, change, and/or try and sell it online. All characters are 18+. *************** ~*Darwin*...
I was a married male when this happened, and it did indeed change everything. I'd been happily married for a year, putting my old life behind me, when I went on travel for work - a week long seminar. I decided to relax in the lounge after the travel day, and that's where I met James. Now at this point you may be asking 'Why is he talking about a guy?' Well,...
We'd met somewhere neither of us had ever been before or would ever go again. Now we were here again in this room in the old colonial house with the chittering sounds of monkeys, working their way through the jungle outside, coming in through the open windows. He lay there under me as he had each night, holding his hands over his head waiting for me to t...
I'm Scott, 6ft, green eyes, 36, medium brown hair, short beard, got a nice muscled bod from my days in the USMC. Ever since I got out of the military, I found wrestling with my buddies was a great way to get in a good workout and great sex on top of it. My last couple of matches have been with this guy named Tibor. He is about my height, Russian, 45, bald he...
"Get started on my dinner, slave. Since you'll have more on your schedule, I'll expect you to plan better so I don't have to wait." "Yes, Master." I was too broken to argue. I crawled to the kitchen to start making dinner. I was standing as ordered while he ate, me wearing the stupid Chippendale cuffs. Chris looked at me. "Each day after work you will fol...
From the outdoor cafe across the street, Malafacha watched in disgust as his henchmen turned a simple jewelry-store stickup into shambles. He saw a woman run from the tony shop only to be caught in the doorway by a burst of submachine gun fire; an almost-straight line of red holes popped across her waistline. Too bad: They ruined a beautiful yellow platilla...
Thank you all for your comments and critiques on this story. You've helped me bring each chapter into the light. I look forward to reading your thoughts. This chapter has been too long in my mind. ***** Crucible Five Months Later "I think he's dead." The sound came from far away, mater of fact at the base with anxiety tucked in at the edges. The voice l...
(For a variation story on the first two paragraphs and the topic of a suicide attempt, see the sr71plt story "Helpful Hiker.") * I will always remember the barn. How could I ever forget it? It was a big, corrugated iron one, dull with age and with no windows on the lower level and just one at each end, up in the gable. Tall narrow windows that let light i...