She had never forgiven herself, she realized as she lay in the tub, the froth of suds hiding her flesh even from her own eyes. After all these years, all these missed opportunities, all this shame, she was still unforgiven by the one person from whom she most needed it. The pain of that hit her square in the chest, and she raised a hand to rub the ache away,...
Fred got up late the next morning. He justified this to himself by reminding himself that he, and his cock, had had to work very hard yesterday! He even had to consult his calendar to remind himself of the day of the week and the date in the month. It turned out that today was Thursday and it was the end of the second week of October. Of course, next week w...
"Don't you guys have somewhere to be?" Christian asked his friends impatiently. He glanced toward his office door, not for the first time. It was already after eight thirty in the evening, and Christian couldn't help but repeatedly glance at his watch and the door. Neither Manny nor Logan made any attempt to stand up, or even acknowledge that Christian had...
Warning: The sex is brutal and graphic, the characters are roughly treated and the story explores humanity's most base actions. Don't read further if you feel this will disturb you. All others, please enjoy. Comments are always welcome. * * * He'd seen a lot of flesh recently. Not flesh in the flesh, of course. But the flesh of wanton women on the website...
Author's note: I wanted to respond to some of the comments I received from readers. I know that Stuart's actions in Chapter 8 were over-the-top evil. I did warn you in advance not to read it. Unfortunately, those depraved acts were inspired by a real-life woman I met while volunteering at a shelter for abused women. She married what she thought was prince ch...
Tracy Wilcox wove through the stream of pedestrians, intent on catching the next subway and arriving early to the Mid-Manhattan branch library. She hoped to make a good first impression without seeming to have tried too hard, a precarious balancing act that brought on two changes of outfits before the normally self-assured young woman felt ready. She'd settl...
I get my inspiration from reading other's stories and spotting what I think are missed opportunities. This one is such an obvious concept that I can't believe no one has spotted it before. If I'm wrong, I apologise in advance. I know I am taking a big risk with this one. The first part of this story WILL offend some readers. It will be worth your while sti...
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Somehow I just know. Maybe it's the way you respond when I take you by the back of the neck and hold your head still so I can push my tongue into your mouth. Or maybe it's the look in your eyes when I hold your hands above your head against the wall and push my hard body against your soft one. Or maybe it's just a lucky guess. It doesn't really matter anywa...
Maureen and her mother leaned against each other as they waved good bye to Cal. It had been a long day for both, but another event was still in store for the younger woman; an event she had no inclination of. Cal had asked Maureen to marry him the night before at the Olive Garden. Maureen had said yes but no too; she'd played a silly trick on him about bei...