Camille fidgeted with her light summer skirt, studying herself in the bedroom mirror. At barely 26, she was married, renting a small apartment with her husband, and doing the best impersonation of a prototypical housewife she could muster. Steven, her high school sweetheart, was good natured and handsome but had trouble finding steady work that could support...
Somehow, I made it to the bedroom last night. By the time Alem-Tsehay woke up for the first time, I was sufficiently recovered to take care of her, but my whole body was stiff and sore. And in the morning, it seems even worse. Chris' smile suggests he knows what I am going through, but he doesn't start about it. He is mean, though. After coffee, he suggests...
Captured by an overwhelming force, unable to talk, and facing an execution in the morning, Lyden despairs of ever being with his loved ones again. An escape plan hatches, but one will fall before freedom is reached. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Chapter 27 = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Dreaming of Escaping "It hurts," Brooke's so...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sexual situations. * On a hot summer night in Kansas; Samantha and four of her college girlfriends sat around a nice warm campfire, roasting marshmallows and talked about sex. This was a highly talked about banter between the girls since they were now in their sexual primes and sex wa...
As I sat in yet another dull English class I asked myself again, seriously, why do I need to read Chaucer? Is that necessary for anything I will do in my life? And as much as I try to convince myself the answer to those questions are yes, I still can't get interested in what he talked about in 1400 ad. However, there were two things jiggling at the front of...
The chat site had been a release that we had each needed, it was never intended as anything more, yet we had discovered one another, instinctively sensing a common bond. We had grown together quickly, yet we had stepped carefully around one another for so long. Yet here I was driving down the highway having just crossed the state border, I'd persuaded the...
I stood there, nervous, wondering whether or not I should just turn around and head back across the street. I turned to look back at my house. I'd never been nervous about coming here before. I'd been here a thousand times, why now all of the sudden? I turned my head back to the door. "No," I told myself. "I'm going through with this. We're doing it today....
Right in the middle of Sandy's preparations for her long, Saturday afternoon yoga-at-home session, the phone rang. Of course! Just some annoying advertiser, she was sure. Normally, she would have ignored it, but for some reason she picked it up this time. It was a male voice: "I'd like to speak to Sandy B. if she's there." It didn't really sound familiar,...
Coral is late getting to breakfast, the others having started without her. Sitting down, her water cup is filled for her and she picks through the options on the table, choosing the most bland to add to her plate. Her stomach rolls over on itself and she feels as if she will pass out. Drawing slow, deep breaths, she picks at the bread, catching the tail half...
"Do you wanna know how I got this jacket?" Mike said. He perched himself upon the glowing blue countertop of the bar like a man looking for a mission. He tugged at his shoulder, displaying the dark leather for the two half-dressed Catians huddled together in the barstools directly next to him. One of the women's catlike ears twitched in his direction. Sh...